Post by Griff on Apr 14, 2013 1:04:29 GMT 10
Title: The Adventures of Mylo: Part Three
Rating: PG
Word Count: 526
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Where little people have big ears and even bigger feelings.
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“I heard Lord Faradock is petitioning the council to test the little bastard,” One of the girls stirring the stew said, lowering her voice and raising her eyebrows in that way adults did when they thought they were saying something they weren’t supposed to say but they wanted to say and everyone wanted them to say, because it was really interesting. “Says he doesn’t look a thing like the King and Contes have been black haired and blue-eyed for generations. Not to mention,” she turned away and tossed her hair like a horse, “His mother was out in the desert the whole time, anyway. I know they say King Jonathan visited before his father died, but it’s more than a little strange.”
“Why does he care?” A younger girl asked, carrying in a smaller basket of peeled potatoes and pouring them in the pot, even though the older girls wrinkled their noses and gave her mean looks. “He’s just a little boy. He’s not important. Some lords have loads of bastards, and they don’t check to make sure. Not most times, anyway, and only when they don’t want to take care of them. If the king doesn’t mind him, why should anyone else?”
“Because,” the silly girl with horse hair and a mean nose said, “he doesn’t have any legitimate children.”
“Not yet,” the smaller girl shrugged, “but there’s still time. The king’s young. Maybe he could marry again.”
The other girl snorted and rolled her eyes, “The queen is mad, Rosie, not dying. Unless she manages to throw herself down the stairs and save the whole kingdom the trouble, King Jonathan’s not going to remarry any time soon. And that mean the little bastard might be next in line for the throne.”
Mylo didn’t know what ‘le-get-a-mit’ meant or what good it would do if Queen Josiane went down stairs, but he’d heard ‘bastard’ often enough to know they were talking about him, and Father was the only king the servants called ‘the king’ instead of ‘Tusaine’s king’ or ‘Carthak’s king’, and whatever they were saying didn’t sound very nice, but it did sound very boring and rude, just like ‘respectable purposes’.
So, he slide behind the basket near the fire, which was farther away from the cookies, but it let him get closer to hear even when the girls moved about.
“Oh,” said the girl with the basket, letting it swing empty now that all the potatoes were in the pot. “They think she’s lying? That King Jonathan isn’t his father?”
“Of course,” Mean Face huffed like everyone should know that’s what she was saying, and Mylo couldn’t help himself, but he got so made he scoot forward and kicked her right in her stupid ankle because he could and he would have bit her, too if he could have, but he ran away instead because he didn’t want to listen to her stupid, mean, horse face, anymore, and it’s stupid wrong words, because Father was his father and they were wrong and the fat man was wrong, and Mylo didn’t understand why everyone was saying things that just weren’t true because they weren’t!
Rating: PG
Word Count: 526
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Where little people have big ears and even bigger feelings.
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“I heard Lord Faradock is petitioning the council to test the little bastard,” One of the girls stirring the stew said, lowering her voice and raising her eyebrows in that way adults did when they thought they were saying something they weren’t supposed to say but they wanted to say and everyone wanted them to say, because it was really interesting. “Says he doesn’t look a thing like the King and Contes have been black haired and blue-eyed for generations. Not to mention,” she turned away and tossed her hair like a horse, “His mother was out in the desert the whole time, anyway. I know they say King Jonathan visited before his father died, but it’s more than a little strange.”
“Why does he care?” A younger girl asked, carrying in a smaller basket of peeled potatoes and pouring them in the pot, even though the older girls wrinkled their noses and gave her mean looks. “He’s just a little boy. He’s not important. Some lords have loads of bastards, and they don’t check to make sure. Not most times, anyway, and only when they don’t want to take care of them. If the king doesn’t mind him, why should anyone else?”
“Because,” the silly girl with horse hair and a mean nose said, “he doesn’t have any legitimate children.”
“Not yet,” the smaller girl shrugged, “but there’s still time. The king’s young. Maybe he could marry again.”
The other girl snorted and rolled her eyes, “The queen is mad, Rosie, not dying. Unless she manages to throw herself down the stairs and save the whole kingdom the trouble, King Jonathan’s not going to remarry any time soon. And that mean the little bastard might be next in line for the throne.”
Mylo didn’t know what ‘le-get-a-mit’ meant or what good it would do if Queen Josiane went down stairs, but he’d heard ‘bastard’ often enough to know they were talking about him, and Father was the only king the servants called ‘the king’ instead of ‘Tusaine’s king’ or ‘Carthak’s king’, and whatever they were saying didn’t sound very nice, but it did sound very boring and rude, just like ‘respectable purposes’.
So, he slide behind the basket near the fire, which was farther away from the cookies, but it let him get closer to hear even when the girls moved about.
“Oh,” said the girl with the basket, letting it swing empty now that all the potatoes were in the pot. “They think she’s lying? That King Jonathan isn’t his father?”
“Of course,” Mean Face huffed like everyone should know that’s what she was saying, and Mylo couldn’t help himself, but he got so made he scoot forward and kicked her right in her stupid ankle because he could and he would have bit her, too if he could have, but he ran away instead because he didn’t want to listen to her stupid, mean, horse face, anymore, and it’s stupid wrong words, because Father was his father and they were wrong and the fat man was wrong, and Mylo didn’t understand why everyone was saying things that just weren’t true because they weren’t!