Post by journeycat on Apr 5, 2010 9:41:08 GMT 10
Title: Priorities
Rating: G
Length: 259 words
Character: Jon
Summary: A king should concern himself with the matter of succession, but a father should concern himself with his son and nothing more.
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“He can’t rule.”
Keladry stiffened, hot anger roiling in her belly and carefully masked by her Yamani discipline. “I don’t care about that. I can’t believe that’s the first thing you’d say.”
It was clear Jonathan was uncomfortable; he kept shifting his weight in uncharacteristic awkwardness. He had yet to hold the baby.
“I know,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you knew he could never be in succession.”
She didn’t say anything—she knew she would say something very ugly if she did. So instead, she busied herself with her son, only a couple hours old. He waved little fists in the air, his tiny dimpled fingers reflexively clutching. His eyes were the baby blue of all infants, but she somehow knew he would never grow out of them. He would have his father’s sapphire eyes, to be sure.
“He’s your son,” she said evenly. “If you won’t publicly acknowledge, you can at least acknowledge him between us. Is that too much to ask?”
Jon was silent, watching her in that way of his that said she confused him. Kel was used to it by now.
Finally, he murmured, “Can I hold him?”
“Can you say his name?”
“Raoul,” he whispered. “And a fine name. I couldn’t have picked a better one.”
He accepted the baby when she quietly passed him over, and he held him with experienced hands and regarded him with a soft expression. Kel simply sat, and watched him, and enjoyed these few minutes when Jon wasn’t just her king, but her lover.
Rating: G
Length: 259 words
Character: Jon
Summary: A king should concern himself with the matter of succession, but a father should concern himself with his son and nothing more.
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“He can’t rule.”
Keladry stiffened, hot anger roiling in her belly and carefully masked by her Yamani discipline. “I don’t care about that. I can’t believe that’s the first thing you’d say.”
It was clear Jonathan was uncomfortable; he kept shifting his weight in uncharacteristic awkwardness. He had yet to hold the baby.
“I know,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you knew he could never be in succession.”
She didn’t say anything—she knew she would say something very ugly if she did. So instead, she busied herself with her son, only a couple hours old. He waved little fists in the air, his tiny dimpled fingers reflexively clutching. His eyes were the baby blue of all infants, but she somehow knew he would never grow out of them. He would have his father’s sapphire eyes, to be sure.
“He’s your son,” she said evenly. “If you won’t publicly acknowledge, you can at least acknowledge him between us. Is that too much to ask?”
Jon was silent, watching her in that way of his that said she confused him. Kel was used to it by now.
Finally, he murmured, “Can I hold him?”
“Can you say his name?”
“Raoul,” he whispered. “And a fine name. I couldn’t have picked a better one.”
He accepted the baby when she quietly passed him over, and he held him with experienced hands and regarded him with a soft expression. Kel simply sat, and watched him, and enjoyed these few minutes when Jon wasn’t just her king, but her lover.