#au sequel

In the cold dark midwinter the royal families of Caer Dathyl and Caer Fflam often travel to spend yuletide together. Uncle Fflewddur’s nightly bardic recitations are a highlight; though his own brood is familiar with his repertoire of the glorious accomplishments of their predecessors, the presence of their “cousins” makes all the old tales seem new again. Though admittedly they might get more out of these histories if they were not oft-disrupted; the serious heir to the throne of Fflam makes himself such a stuffily easy target for the teasing from his little sister and her best friend, the irrepressible Crown Princess of Prydain. 


(For those wondering why Fflewddur is still in Prydain, let alone raising children, I refer you to this excellent piece of AU-literature: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13588015/1/The-Scion)