Post by Shhasow on Mar 31, 2011 22:40:47 GMT 10
Title: Breaking the News (4)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Ilane is shocked. Kel is resigned.
Ilane’s intake of breath caused Kel to peek through her eyelashes. She had the irrational thought that, even when white from shock, her mother appeared every inch a lady. Her daughter’s illicit affair with the King of Tortall was apparently not enough to unsettle her composure altogether too much.
Well, the cat was certainly out of the bag now. There was nothing to do other than controlling the damage that could arise from her mother’s premature knowledge.
Kel noted her mother’s white knuckles that clenched the simply-patterned teacup. She decided that the grip on them was either a reflex from shock or preparation for launching it at a wall. Since Kel was not about to take the chance that she might be a target, she began to explain.
“Jon and I, well, I can’t really explain how it happened,” Kel said, then winced as she realized that, so far, her explanation was worse than silence. Goddess, her mother probably thought she’d been seduced at this point, or at least pregnant. She hurriedly continued, “We began talking during Roald’s wedding. He asked me about Roald as a page from a page’s point of view, and then we went on to Scanra and the war, and killing machines, and strategies, supplies.”
“Prince Roald’s wedding was ten years ago, Keladry. Are you saying that you and he, the king, for ten years?”
Kel gaped for a second, then her brain caught up and she flushed. “No, of course not! We just talked,” she shrugged uncomfortably. “I didn’t expect it, neither did he, that in the span of a few hours, we became friends.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Ilane is shocked. Kel is resigned.
Ilane’s intake of breath caused Kel to peek through her eyelashes. She had the irrational thought that, even when white from shock, her mother appeared every inch a lady. Her daughter’s illicit affair with the King of Tortall was apparently not enough to unsettle her composure altogether too much.
Well, the cat was certainly out of the bag now. There was nothing to do other than controlling the damage that could arise from her mother’s premature knowledge.
Kel noted her mother’s white knuckles that clenched the simply-patterned teacup. She decided that the grip on them was either a reflex from shock or preparation for launching it at a wall. Since Kel was not about to take the chance that she might be a target, she began to explain.
“Jon and I, well, I can’t really explain how it happened,” Kel said, then winced as she realized that, so far, her explanation was worse than silence. Goddess, her mother probably thought she’d been seduced at this point, or at least pregnant. She hurriedly continued, “We began talking during Roald’s wedding. He asked me about Roald as a page from a page’s point of view, and then we went on to Scanra and the war, and killing machines, and strategies, supplies.”
“Prince Roald’s wedding was ten years ago, Keladry. Are you saying that you and he, the king, for ten years?”
Kel gaped for a second, then her brain caught up and she flushed. “No, of course not! We just talked,” she shrugged uncomfortably. “I didn’t expect it, neither did he, that in the span of a few hours, we became friends.”
QC by: journeycat