Post by Forensic Fan '93 on Sept 17, 2009 14:26:52 GMT 10
Title: Race to Win her Heart
Rating: PG (Just to be on the safe side)
Prompt: Race #11
Summary: Kel’s about to leave and someone’s trying to catch her before she leaves the palace. But, who is it?
Running through the courtyard, he knew he couldn’t stop. Not after the last things he said to her.
Her… Keladry of Mindelan… He couldn’t get her out of his head! The other boys were cheering him on as he raced across the training yard, to catch The Girl. Who would have thought that the boys would be cheering him on! He grinned as he sped up, hoping to the Great Mother and Mithros that he wasn’t too late.
He thought he saw someone opening up the gates for the Own. Dammit! He was late!
“Kel!” he called, pushing past people who made the mistake of getting in his way.
A girl with brown-bronze hair turned her head. Her knight master, Roaul of Goldenlake and Malorie’s Peak, said, “We can go now, if you want.”
Kel shook her head. “No, milord. It’s fine.”
He was close enough to hear them now. He was so close he could taste it. He got so close he could practically smell what made Kel, Kel. Something spicy, like the Yamani tea she had given him as a Midwinter gift, and pine that reminded him of the forests surrounding his home.
He stopped short and said, “Kel, I…I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say those things.”
She looked at her knight master, who said, “Catch up when you can. How long, Kel?”
Kel glanced at the young man who was barely breathing hard, not a hair out of place. “Not ten minutes, milord,” he said, hands on hips.
“We’ll wait just outside of Corus for you.”
Kel nodded.
The young man watched as The Own left and said, “Listen…About last night…”
She held up a hand to stop him. “It’s fine.”
He grabbed her hand. “No, Kel, it’s not. I shouted… I didn’t mean to…” He’d always been good at saying what he felt, but he couldn’t speak around her. “What I mean is… Oh, screw this.”
Joren of Stone Mountain gently took Kel’s face in his hands and kissed her, gently, tenderly. When the need for air became apparent, he said, “I love you, Kel… I just want you to be happy. Even if it means you marrying that Masbolle man. I won’t stand in your way.”
Kel wrapped her arms around him as he had done. “Silly… I love you too, and that makes me happy enough.”
Joren knew then, he could die a happy man. He had won the race for Keladry of Mindelan’s heart.
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Hey! I also posted this on FF.net under the same name, in the PotS area. Hope you liked it!
Forensic Fan '93 (AKA Zabby)
Rating: PG (Just to be on the safe side)
Prompt: Race #11
Summary: Kel’s about to leave and someone’s trying to catch her before she leaves the palace. But, who is it?
Running through the courtyard, he knew he couldn’t stop. Not after the last things he said to her.
Her… Keladry of Mindelan… He couldn’t get her out of his head! The other boys were cheering him on as he raced across the training yard, to catch The Girl. Who would have thought that the boys would be cheering him on! He grinned as he sped up, hoping to the Great Mother and Mithros that he wasn’t too late.
He thought he saw someone opening up the gates for the Own. Dammit! He was late!
“Kel!” he called, pushing past people who made the mistake of getting in his way.
A girl with brown-bronze hair turned her head. Her knight master, Roaul of Goldenlake and Malorie’s Peak, said, “We can go now, if you want.”
Kel shook her head. “No, milord. It’s fine.”
He was close enough to hear them now. He was so close he could taste it. He got so close he could practically smell what made Kel, Kel. Something spicy, like the Yamani tea she had given him as a Midwinter gift, and pine that reminded him of the forests surrounding his home.
He stopped short and said, “Kel, I…I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say those things.”
She looked at her knight master, who said, “Catch up when you can. How long, Kel?”
Kel glanced at the young man who was barely breathing hard, not a hair out of place. “Not ten minutes, milord,” he said, hands on hips.
“We’ll wait just outside of Corus for you.”
Kel nodded.
The young man watched as The Own left and said, “Listen…About last night…”
She held up a hand to stop him. “It’s fine.”
He grabbed her hand. “No, Kel, it’s not. I shouted… I didn’t mean to…” He’d always been good at saying what he felt, but he couldn’t speak around her. “What I mean is… Oh, screw this.”
Joren of Stone Mountain gently took Kel’s face in his hands and kissed her, gently, tenderly. When the need for air became apparent, he said, “I love you, Kel… I just want you to be happy. Even if it means you marrying that Masbolle man. I won’t stand in your way.”
Kel wrapped her arms around him as he had done. “Silly… I love you too, and that makes me happy enough.”
Joren knew then, he could die a happy man. He had won the race for Keladry of Mindelan’s heart.
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Hey! I also posted this on FF.net under the same name, in the PotS area. Hope you liked it!
Forensic Fan '93 (AKA Zabby)
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!