Teen Wolf AU: Allison, Lydia and Erica are queens of everything
Lydia’s advisory council keep trying to stir up drama in the weeks approaching her wedding. She doesn’t appreciate this sudden backsliding into the coddling of her early years as queen, back when the civil war between her parents’ factions threatened to tear the entire country apart and her rise to rule was by necessity premature and inelegant. In the years since she was sure she trained them out of this desire to question her judgement without clear facts and sound logic on their side, but apparently seeing her preparing to wed is stirring up all kinds of ridiculous anxiety.
"Neither of them are going to be the first wife," she explains for what feels like the millionth time. "We are all three marrying each other at the exact same time. That’s why there are three priests."
Her minister of finance opens his mouth and she cuts him off before he has the chance to raise the same objection yet again.
"Yes, one of the priests is a holy virgin of the moon. Erica’s country follows the Wolf Goddess and we intend to respect her beliefs. This is non-negotiable."
She turns back to the seating chart. This is actually tricky, because they couldn’t justify excluding most of the d’Argent nobility from the ceremony but she also doesn’t want Erica’s family to have to see the faces who murdered their kin.
"Intelligence reports indicate that the Gupta clan is not going to fall in line."
Lydia stiffens. That’s a new objection, at least.
"Erica is fully capable of dealing with her own people."
That’s maybe 80% true. Just three weeks ago Erica had sat in this very chamber, pouring over maps of her own territory until her eyes strained and her hair hung like gold clouds over her shoulders, in disarray from her harried fingertips.
"I’m going to be the problem," she’d said, tired, resigned, ashamed. "Allison has her people well in hand, even the murderous curs of noble families. But. I’m not of Talia’s line. The outlying houses…they won’t follow me."
Derek, her ever-present bodyguard, usually so still and silent that he blended into the background completely, had shifted in the corner. Lydia hadn’t known then whether it was the mention of his mother that had roused him, or the implicit threat to his Alpha. Now she thinks she understands. She wants to shift too, wants the same implicit threat in her stance, because people are trying to undermine her wolf bride and that makes her angry.
"Laura chose you," she’d told Erica then. "She saw something in you that made her choose you over born wolves, over men twice your age, over her own kin." Derek had shifted again at the mention of Peter. Lydia is not often given to kindness at the expense of an argument, but she did reconsider before she pushed that point. "You are Talia’s and Laura’s heir and you have earned their fealty."
She tells her council the same, now, and just hopes that she’s right.
Lydia is prepared to do whatever it takes, and whatever is within her considerable power, to make this marriage work. Ending a decades-long war is motivation enough, but in the silence of her own room and the vast emptiness of her bed she acknowledges that it isn’t why. She just wants Allison and Erica here, with her, where they belong.