Post by Rachy on Jul 9, 2010 19:32:02 GMT 10
Title: Obligated
Rating: PG
Length: 554 words
Summary: Jonathan and Thayet face their obligations as themselves and as King and Queen.
Original and Subsequent Haunts: Piercefic and TKO
Notes: This was originally written for #14 of 31_days in April 2010.
She closes the door, and grins tiredly at him, resting her hands on his chest, smoothing his black velvet tunic , the creases away from his crisp white shirt, and kneels to tuck the hose into the bottom of his hose into his boots. He leans againt the door tiredly, and reaching out, straightening her overgown and brushing a loose curl from her face. She leans next to him, tucking her arm into his, and rests her head against the door.
“We’re already running late.” He smiles, looking wan still.
“You can tell all who protest that they must never listen to their children’s wishes, then. I would adore to see them turn down your overindulged youngest daughters when they beg Papa to tell them another story, Papa pl-eeeeeeeease.”
“It’s hardly my fault they’re overindulged.”
“It’s hardly mine, either.”
“I blame Gary.”
“You would, dear husband. Never mind that it’s your nature they’ve inherited. Shall we leave before they search for us?” She ran her hand, fussing, through his hair, and placed her mouth on his. She nibbled softly on his lip, smiling as his hand slid around her waist to pull her closer, and pulled away, tapping her finger hard on his nose. He sighed and she grinned, tucking her arm tightly in his and tugging him away from the nursery door. It fees strange to walk through the hallways alone with her husband, without the footmen or the maids, or a guard as everyone waits for them below.
She never walks with Jonathan, and she does so now. She matches his slow stride, her skirts flowing gracefully, and she wonders whether this feels strange to him, to have her as the only one who walks beside him,for her murmur to be the only one he hears, to walk alone as King and Queen, as Jonathan and Thayet as they have only rarely done, and never as themselves.
She walks beside him as Papa, holding tight to Kalasin’s soft hand as Roald toddles inbetween them, as Roald walks like a prince and Kally swishes her skirt, Liam gurgling in his arms, or all the children fussing as Jonathan holds Vania carefully and Thayet fusses over Jasson’s messy tunic, hay in Kally’s hair and Liam’s slipping hose, Roald walking prince like beside them, gripping Lianne’s chubby hands as she tries to stumble and run through the hall.
She strides beside him as King Jonathan IV, flipping through papers as he walks, fervent discussions with Gary on the latest law to be petitioned, with Alanna as they argue over the latest threat posed, with Raoul over the latest deployment of the Own, with George and Myles discussing news of the country and surrounds, with Numair discussing discrepancies with the university, with the Provost on the goings on with the schools.
She walks with Jonathan sometimes as well when he is King, when he laughs with Cythera, or teases Alanna, or argues over who is least the desk knight with Gary, or what escapades the twins have gotten up to with George.
And when she remembers, realises that she quite likes this feeling of a lack of obligations, of freedom away from duties, they have arrived at the ballroom stair, no longer alone as Timon opens the double doors, and they descend as King and Queen.
Rating: PG
Length: 554 words
Summary: Jonathan and Thayet face their obligations as themselves and as King and Queen.
Original and Subsequent Haunts: Piercefic and TKO
Notes: This was originally written for #14 of 31_days in April 2010.
She closes the door, and grins tiredly at him, resting her hands on his chest, smoothing his black velvet tunic , the creases away from his crisp white shirt, and kneels to tuck the hose into the bottom of his hose into his boots. He leans againt the door tiredly, and reaching out, straightening her overgown and brushing a loose curl from her face. She leans next to him, tucking her arm into his, and rests her head against the door.
“We’re already running late.” He smiles, looking wan still.
“You can tell all who protest that they must never listen to their children’s wishes, then. I would adore to see them turn down your overindulged youngest daughters when they beg Papa to tell them another story, Papa pl-eeeeeeeease.”
“It’s hardly my fault they’re overindulged.”
“It’s hardly mine, either.”
“I blame Gary.”
“You would, dear husband. Never mind that it’s your nature they’ve inherited. Shall we leave before they search for us?” She ran her hand, fussing, through his hair, and placed her mouth on his. She nibbled softly on his lip, smiling as his hand slid around her waist to pull her closer, and pulled away, tapping her finger hard on his nose. He sighed and she grinned, tucking her arm tightly in his and tugging him away from the nursery door. It fees strange to walk through the hallways alone with her husband, without the footmen or the maids, or a guard as everyone waits for them below.
She never walks with Jonathan, and she does so now. She matches his slow stride, her skirts flowing gracefully, and she wonders whether this feels strange to him, to have her as the only one who walks beside him,for her murmur to be the only one he hears, to walk alone as King and Queen, as Jonathan and Thayet as they have only rarely done, and never as themselves.
She walks beside him as Papa, holding tight to Kalasin’s soft hand as Roald toddles inbetween them, as Roald walks like a prince and Kally swishes her skirt, Liam gurgling in his arms, or all the children fussing as Jonathan holds Vania carefully and Thayet fusses over Jasson’s messy tunic, hay in Kally’s hair and Liam’s slipping hose, Roald walking prince like beside them, gripping Lianne’s chubby hands as she tries to stumble and run through the hall.
She strides beside him as King Jonathan IV, flipping through papers as he walks, fervent discussions with Gary on the latest law to be petitioned, with Alanna as they argue over the latest threat posed, with Raoul over the latest deployment of the Own, with George and Myles discussing news of the country and surrounds, with Numair discussing discrepancies with the university, with the Provost on the goings on with the schools.
She walks with Jonathan sometimes as well when he is King, when he laughs with Cythera, or teases Alanna, or argues over who is least the desk knight with Gary, or what escapades the twins have gotten up to with George.
And when she remembers, realises that she quite likes this feeling of a lack of obligations, of freedom away from duties, they have arrived at the ballroom stair, no longer alone as Timon opens the double doors, and they descend as King and Queen.