Post by kateofcarlay on Mar 30, 2011 14:43:55 GMT 10
Title: Wishing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 451
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Jon wants Kel, simple as that because she is everything he wishes he could be.
All characters in this story at least 18 years of age
I do not own the characters.
~x~X~x~
“Your Majesty,” she said from where she stood, just inside his private office where he handled much of his work.
“Lady Knight Keladry, please sit.” Jon gestured to a chair in front of his desk.
He looked her straight in the eye; so few people actually met his eyes anymore. There was no warmth in her dreamy hazel look, just a solid, unwavering gaze.
He knew he could not command her as he does others, he knew that from the moment she wanted to begin training for her knighthood. She was a commander, just like Raoul. Both of them could control hundreds of soldiers with the sheer strength of their personalities, and yet they barely had to say a word.
She always commanded the attention in a room with just her presence. Keladry was a Lady Knight after all, but there was more than just that. It was how she presented herself. Keldary was so strong, so determined, so noble. More noble than most knights in the realm.
Jon knew he could never be like her, he wasn’t a commander but a king, he only chose those to command. He didn’t draw attention in a room, his crown did. He wasn’t that noble when no one was watching.
To put it simply Jonathan of Conte, the King of Tortall, was jealous of a merchant’s granddaughter.
He knew he could never be her, could never really control her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her. If only to prove to himself she wasn’t better than him at everything. That’s what he was convincing himself of anyway, that she wasn’t perfect, that he couldn’t want her this badly.
“I wanted a full report of this Scanran trip you did,” he told. The same story he had three different knights of different standings explain to him already, but he wanted to hear her explain it. To watch her lips form every word to see if she would gloat, just enough to prove to himself he didn’t want her that badly.
“Yes, sir.”
She began her tale of crossing into enemy lines, explaining how she didn’t want anyone to come so that they wouldn’t get in trouble. Everything she explained, she explained it as it was a stroke of luck or someone else’s doing. She practically gave the credit for killing the monsters behind it all to a cat.
She never gloated, not once. She followed her orders perfectly. She was perfect.
Jon wished she wasn’t such a great knight. He wished she was a commander. He wished she was immoral. He wished she wasn’t willing to help everyone. He wished she actually liked him like she liked her maid, her year mate, or even her dog.
Jon wished she was his.
QC by: Lisafer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 451
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Jon wants Kel, simple as that because she is everything he wishes he could be.
All characters in this story at least 18 years of age
I do not own the characters.
~x~X~x~
“Your Majesty,” she said from where she stood, just inside his private office where he handled much of his work.
“Lady Knight Keladry, please sit.” Jon gestured to a chair in front of his desk.
He looked her straight in the eye; so few people actually met his eyes anymore. There was no warmth in her dreamy hazel look, just a solid, unwavering gaze.
He knew he could not command her as he does others, he knew that from the moment she wanted to begin training for her knighthood. She was a commander, just like Raoul. Both of them could control hundreds of soldiers with the sheer strength of their personalities, and yet they barely had to say a word.
She always commanded the attention in a room with just her presence. Keladry was a Lady Knight after all, but there was more than just that. It was how she presented herself. Keldary was so strong, so determined, so noble. More noble than most knights in the realm.
Jon knew he could never be like her, he wasn’t a commander but a king, he only chose those to command. He didn’t draw attention in a room, his crown did. He wasn’t that noble when no one was watching.
To put it simply Jonathan of Conte, the King of Tortall, was jealous of a merchant’s granddaughter.
He knew he could never be her, could never really control her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her. If only to prove to himself she wasn’t better than him at everything. That’s what he was convincing himself of anyway, that she wasn’t perfect, that he couldn’t want her this badly.
“I wanted a full report of this Scanran trip you did,” he told. The same story he had three different knights of different standings explain to him already, but he wanted to hear her explain it. To watch her lips form every word to see if she would gloat, just enough to prove to himself he didn’t want her that badly.
“Yes, sir.”
She began her tale of crossing into enemy lines, explaining how she didn’t want anyone to come so that they wouldn’t get in trouble. Everything she explained, she explained it as it was a stroke of luck or someone else’s doing. She practically gave the credit for killing the monsters behind it all to a cat.
She never gloated, not once. She followed her orders perfectly. She was perfect.
Jon wished she wasn’t such a great knight. He wished she was a commander. He wished she was immoral. He wished she wasn’t willing to help everyone. He wished she actually liked him like she liked her maid, her year mate, or even her dog.
Jon wished she was his.
QC by: Lisafer