Post by Cass on Oct 28, 2011 3:30:20 GMT 10
Title: Familial
Rating: PG
Words: 555
Prompt: Crooked Hearts (#53)
Summary: The Lord Provost has always liked George Cooper.
Warnings: Mastiff Spoilers
There is a list George has, of people he has massive respect for. The Lord Provost (now retired) is one of the people at the very top, along with the Duke of Naxen, Coram Symthesson, and his mother.
The Provost is also the sort of man he doesn't mind inviting round for a drink or two, now that he's enobled and safe from arrest-- though he wouldn't put it past the man to try.
"I'll say this for you," the Provost says, examining his goblet in the light that flickers in through the window. "YOu came by the Rogue honest."
"I wouldn't have won it any other way then fair and square," George says, a little defensively. It was a thing he didn't want to taint then, almost a decade ago. That thought has a touch of irony to it.
"Oh, I know that, lad. Youngest Rogue ever, a boy of seventeen-- of course you fought for it. You hadn't learned the right way to trick people out of things."
George nods in acknowledgment. Brash might have been a better way to describe it; he knows that now.
"Did Lady Eleni ever tell you about Rebekah Cooper, Baron?" There's a glint in the Provost's eye.
"My heroine ancestor," he murmurs in response. "Caught all sorts of legendary criminals, saved Jon's great-something grandfather when he was but a babe in arms, foster daughter to Gershom of Haryse. Ma used tales of her to talk me out of my thieving ways. It never worked, but I carried her figurine around in my pocket for years. It was luck, I thought."
"Did your ma ever mention her husband?" The Lord Provost leans back and crosses his arms.
"Some mage she fell in love with on a Hunt. Where the Gift in our line comes from, Ma speculates."
The Provost grins like a cat. "Aye, that's what you'd think, lad."
"It's false history?"
"This is something of Guard lore, you must understand." George raises an eyebrow, willing him to continue. "But her husband, Farmer, stops being mentioned in things-- Cooper's reports, Haryse's personal writings-- after about two years. No one knows the particulars, of course, unless there's a journal lying around somewhere in your mother's attic. Her mage husband appears good as dead, and Madry Goodwin, you've had run-ins with him in the past, his family once knew something of yours. Madry assumes it was because they were betrothed after less than a month. Well, he's always been one to think the worst of mages, but he thinks the man ran off once the passion ran out."
"So-- he's not my many-times grandfather, this mage." George starts peeling an orange. "Fascinating, my lord Provost, I must say. Next you'll tell me my ma was really Queen Lianne and there was something seriously strange about Jonathan and me fighting for Alanna's heart."
"Don't be cheeky. I'm not yet finished. Beka Cooper was fast friends with the Rogue at the time, a man called Rosto the Piper. "
"Him I've heard of," and George leans forward. "He built the Dancing Dove."
"Like I said," the Provost finishes, "you came by your Lower City kingdom honest. The traditional way, Baron Cooper, if you will."
George raises his eyebrows. "That might negate Ma's pride in Beka some, milord."
The Lord Provost chuckles.
Rating: PG
Words: 555
Prompt: Crooked Hearts (#53)
Summary: The Lord Provost has always liked George Cooper.
Warnings: Mastiff Spoilers
There is a list George has, of people he has massive respect for. The Lord Provost (now retired) is one of the people at the very top, along with the Duke of Naxen, Coram Symthesson, and his mother.
The Provost is also the sort of man he doesn't mind inviting round for a drink or two, now that he's enobled and safe from arrest-- though he wouldn't put it past the man to try.
"I'll say this for you," the Provost says, examining his goblet in the light that flickers in through the window. "YOu came by the Rogue honest."
"I wouldn't have won it any other way then fair and square," George says, a little defensively. It was a thing he didn't want to taint then, almost a decade ago. That thought has a touch of irony to it.
"Oh, I know that, lad. Youngest Rogue ever, a boy of seventeen-- of course you fought for it. You hadn't learned the right way to trick people out of things."
George nods in acknowledgment. Brash might have been a better way to describe it; he knows that now.
"Did Lady Eleni ever tell you about Rebekah Cooper, Baron?" There's a glint in the Provost's eye.
"My heroine ancestor," he murmurs in response. "Caught all sorts of legendary criminals, saved Jon's great-something grandfather when he was but a babe in arms, foster daughter to Gershom of Haryse. Ma used tales of her to talk me out of my thieving ways. It never worked, but I carried her figurine around in my pocket for years. It was luck, I thought."
"Did your ma ever mention her husband?" The Lord Provost leans back and crosses his arms.
"Some mage she fell in love with on a Hunt. Where the Gift in our line comes from, Ma speculates."
The Provost grins like a cat. "Aye, that's what you'd think, lad."
"It's false history?"
"This is something of Guard lore, you must understand." George raises an eyebrow, willing him to continue. "But her husband, Farmer, stops being mentioned in things-- Cooper's reports, Haryse's personal writings-- after about two years. No one knows the particulars, of course, unless there's a journal lying around somewhere in your mother's attic. Her mage husband appears good as dead, and Madry Goodwin, you've had run-ins with him in the past, his family once knew something of yours. Madry assumes it was because they were betrothed after less than a month. Well, he's always been one to think the worst of mages, but he thinks the man ran off once the passion ran out."
"So-- he's not my many-times grandfather, this mage." George starts peeling an orange. "Fascinating, my lord Provost, I must say. Next you'll tell me my ma was really Queen Lianne and there was something seriously strange about Jonathan and me fighting for Alanna's heart."
"Don't be cheeky. I'm not yet finished. Beka Cooper was fast friends with the Rogue at the time, a man called Rosto the Piper. "
"Him I've heard of," and George leans forward. "He built the Dancing Dove."
"Like I said," the Provost finishes, "you came by your Lower City kingdom honest. The traditional way, Baron Cooper, if you will."
George raises his eyebrows. "That might negate Ma's pride in Beka some, milord."
The Lord Provost chuckles.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!