Post by Verasque on Aug 16, 2009 21:59:58 GMT 10
Title: Walking On Air
Rating: G
Prompt: #9 Two of a Kind
Words: 310
Summary: Balor’s Needle and fears.
Notes: Thanks to Heather, my fantabulous beta, for giving this a thumbs up.
Sometimes the strains of being King made him want to escape into the past and relive the times when his happiness came before everyone else’s. Before he had knowledge, before he had a conscience, and before he had a sense of duty that wanted to fill all the shortcomings his father represented and more.
Before his birthright as King overshadowed his due as a man.
The guarded displeasure on Keladry of Mindelan’s face each time she saw him reminded him of the scars on his back, and the dirt no longer beneath his fingernails. That although he led a people from a gilded throne; he had been one of them once. A person who walked amongst people, and not amongst kings and legends.
The current white pallor of Keladry’s face was pinched in a torment that hadn’t to do with him. A small proud part of himself was inwardly satisfied and desired to preserve that feeling by explaining why he had placed her on probation—to safeguard her as much as to pacify the council and protect Alanna.
But he was a sovereign before he was anything else. Blurting such things did not agree with his position, and wouldn’t make any difference in warming the page’s understanding towards him.
“Page Keladry, look at me right now,” he ordered softly, remembering his own wife’s aversion to the Needle’s impressive altitude. He briefly wondered if he was doing this because he was King and she his young subject. Yet, as he firmly drew the trembling girl from the wall’s protection, he decided otherwise. He was doing this because he was Jon, and she was Keladry, and he had the power to ease her fear as much as to impose it.
And maybe then, at least for a moment, they’d both be free.
Rating: G
Prompt: #9 Two of a Kind
Words: 310
Summary: Balor’s Needle and fears.
Notes: Thanks to Heather, my fantabulous beta, for giving this a thumbs up.
Sometimes the strains of being King made him want to escape into the past and relive the times when his happiness came before everyone else’s. Before he had knowledge, before he had a conscience, and before he had a sense of duty that wanted to fill all the shortcomings his father represented and more.
Before his birthright as King overshadowed his due as a man.
The guarded displeasure on Keladry of Mindelan’s face each time she saw him reminded him of the scars on his back, and the dirt no longer beneath his fingernails. That although he led a people from a gilded throne; he had been one of them once. A person who walked amongst people, and not amongst kings and legends.
The current white pallor of Keladry’s face was pinched in a torment that hadn’t to do with him. A small proud part of himself was inwardly satisfied and desired to preserve that feeling by explaining why he had placed her on probation—to safeguard her as much as to pacify the council and protect Alanna.
But he was a sovereign before he was anything else. Blurting such things did not agree with his position, and wouldn’t make any difference in warming the page’s understanding towards him.
“Page Keladry, look at me right now,” he ordered softly, remembering his own wife’s aversion to the Needle’s impressive altitude. He briefly wondered if he was doing this because he was King and she his young subject. Yet, as he firmly drew the trembling girl from the wall’s protection, he decided otherwise. He was doing this because he was Jon, and she was Keladry, and he had the power to ease her fear as much as to impose it.
And maybe then, at least for a moment, they’d both be free.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!