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  1. Rec *

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    The sordid truth of the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham's "happy" marriage to renowned Kshahrewar architect Kaveh, and their infidelity scandal that took all of Sumeru by storm.

    Or, in the primary source's exact words:

    What I actually heard was "let him put his junk inside you", and what was I supposed to think? I certainly wasn't imagining the Acting Grand Sage shoving actual junk inside a briefcase!

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    20 Feb 2024

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    Kaveh: Alright, listen here. You want to know why I don't believe that article?! Even putting aside the fact that Haitham would never cheat on me — and I mean it, because he's the kind of person who could never be bothered to lie to me, so trust me, I'd be the first to know if anything of the sort happened — the content of that article is all just laughably, horribly, ridiculously wrong. Like this part here that describes what was apparently witnessed — "letting Haitham do whatever he wanted to them", "lying back and opening their legs, and inviting him to put his dick inside them" — hah. Haitham is the laziest, most ridiculously spoilt pillow princess I have ever seen in my entire life. He can barely be bothered to spread his own legs when he makes it explicitly clear that he wants me to fuck him, and you think he'd be willing to top? Take on the role in sex that requires him to actually move, instead of him being the one lying back and having everything done for him from foreplay to aftercare and cleanup? If this actually happened — which I don't believe, because it sounds ludicrous from start to end — they're probably still on their back waiting futilely for something to be done to them.

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    Dear Al-Haitham,

    I propose that we meet this Friday at sundown on the southeast edge of the city bordering Avidya Forest. This is a marital engagement. Please come prepared with your sword at the ready.

    With spite,

    Kaveh

    Al-Haitham sets down the letter, letting out a long sigh. After all, isn’t the answer to dealing with domestic disputes not marriage? Isn’t that entirely contradictory to the issue?

    Kaveh sends Al-Haitham martial summons to sort out their issues. Unfortunately, he makes a small error in the letter.

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    08 Feb 2024

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    Once again, Al-Haitham pulls the letter out of his pocket and hands it to Tighnari.

    “It’s kind of cute that you keep this around with you,” Tighnari muses. “I didn’t peg you as a romantic.”

    “It’s not romantic,” Al-Haitham defends himself. He just likes having a reminder that Kaveh wants him around as much as Al-Haitham wants him, and he forgot to take the proposal out of his pocket. For three days in a row.

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    Kaveh gets lost in the woods while looking for architectural inspiration, and happens to come to the assistance of what appears to be one of the Aranara. Except this is no regular forest fairy, but Prince Arahaitham, sworn protector of Vanarana—and the Aranara prince is well-set on taking his saviour as his husband.

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    In which Alhaitham is the Prince of the Aranara, and Kaveh somehow manages to end up with a forest fairy for a fiancé.

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    08 Feb 2024

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    The Aranara continues to stand there staring at him for a while, and Kaveh only stares back. After a while of absolutely nothing happening, the creature appears to grow impatient, and starts to head towards Kaveh again. It makes the most adorable sound as it walks over to him: bwop bwop bwop bwop bwop bwop…

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    “Human life is short,” Haitham says. “I’ve decided I like you, and I've already made up my mind on you being a worthy suitor. Since that's the case, isn’t every day spent delaying not a day wasted being unmarried to you?” […] “As for the matter of talking more,” Haitham continues, “have we not talked plenty? In fact, a hundred percent of the conversation made in my human form has been with you, and no one else. I would not mind having it remain that way.”

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    “There are three suitors who you can romance in this game. You must complete all your requirements with one of them."

    “Who are the three potential suitors?” Kaveh asks warily.

    “Your three suitors are Tighnari, the blunt Palace Chamberlain; Cyno, the standoffish Captain of the Royal Guard; and Al-Haitham, the acerbic Duke of Vultur Volans.”

    There's a new invention from the Yae Publishing House that turns a user's dreams into light novel stories. Kaveh has the (un)fortunate pleasure of being one of its first users.

    Too bad it dumped him in a romance game.

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    08 Feb 2024

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    Out of spite, Kaveh pulls them in the opposite direction.

    Al-Haitham stumbles.

    “How petty, Your Highness,” he mutters, faltering for a moment as he regains his balance.

    “Try to keep up then,” Kaveh quips sweetly, “Duke Al-Haitham.”

    +10 affection. Kaveh blanches at the notification.

    Al-Haitham narrows his eyes.

    He forces Kaveh through a spin.

    Kaveh purposefully steps on his foot.

    Al-Haitham winces.

    “Apologies, Duke Al-Haitham,” Kaveh drawls. “I never learned the follower’s steps.”

    +10 affection.

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    “You said I was a librarian,” Al-Haitham accuses, eyes practically narrowed to slits.

    Kaveh stares. His jaw drops.

    “That’s what you’re concerned about?” he asks—flabbergasted. “Not my very obvious, very pathetic, very real feelings for you?”

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    Kaveh’s face is bright, young, flushed, freckled, happy. He’s wearing an Akademiya uniform and is as tall as the last time Alhaitham saw him (fifteen minutes ago) which means he’s an inch or two shorter than the last time Alhaitham saw him, because the uniform boots are heeled. He’s staring at Alhaitham with the aforementioned flush spreading like dye over the silk of his cheeks.

    “Kaveh,” Alhaitham says. “Don’t freak out. I believe I’ve been displaced in time.”

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    04 Feb 2024

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    “We have this fight,” Kaveh says, “the fight that starts with this fight, a few weeks into your future, and we don’t speak to each other again for eight years.”

    Alhaitham’s head jerks stiffly back. His nostrils flare. “What do we say to each other?” he asks.

    “Does it matter?” Kaveh laughs. “You accuse me of bleeding myself out for a world that won’t even mop up my corpse. I call you the most self-centered asshole that’s ever lived.”

    “I’d say it again,” Alhaitham says, fast enough to nearly stumble over the words. “I’d say it now. You would do exactly that. I won’t apologize.”

    “What an incredible shock!”

    “You’re tearing yourself to pieces over a project no one loves but us,” Alhaitham says. “In my time. The same for your mother’s attention and respect, as if that will ever undo the fact that her husband’s dead.”

    Kaveh stares. “Haitham—”

    “And you think I should apologize for telling you to stop?” Alhaitham barges on. “Even, even if it doesn’t work—what else am I supposed to do?”

    Kaveh wrenches himself away. His bag is packed enough. Leave the seawall drafts, he’ll work on another goddamn commission. He throws his bag onto his shoulder and shoves past Alhaitham to the door.

    Alhaitham doesn’t let him. He pushes himself in front of Kaveh, ungainly and still unused to his own bulk. His face is red, as are his eyes, his breathing unsteady and his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

    “Move,” Kaveh snarls.

    Alhaitham’s voice cracks like a branch breaking when he pleads, “Kaveh. What should I do?”

    The break in his voice is so loud. He’s a teenager. He’s just a kid.