Post by ubiquitous on Oct 6, 2010 14:52:01 GMT 10
Title: Royal Virtue
Rating: PG-13
Length: 502 words
Category: Tortall
Summary: Three ruling Contes and their other royal lovers.
Peculiar Pairings: Thayet/Ozorne, Jon/Dove, Kalasin/King Ain.
Thayet slipped out of the keep and onto the cliff unnoticed, scanning the shoreline. The shoreline was a mess, littered with pieces of broken ships. He was here, she knew it, somewhere in pile of wrecks.
“I knew you would come.” She whirled around, and he was standing there against the trees. Ozorne was wearing no ornaments or facepaints, and while his clothes were well-made, they were as simples as any commoner’s garb. He smiled warmly as he approached her. “You know why I am here.”
Thayet snorted derisively. “My answer was no, and it still is no.”
His smile turned into a sneer. “Then I will kill your Jonathan and make Tortall my own. And you will become my Empress, just as you should have always been.” And with that, he left.
“My youngest daughter is older than you are.”
Dove smiled reassuringly. “That may be so, but I am wise beyond my years. And I am a ruling monarch.” She added suggestively. “Besides, I am no innocent that you can easily shock.”
“And you think that this will give you power over me?” Jonathan’s sarcasm didn’t fail to reach her, but she could see the smouldering heat in his sapphire eyes. The girl had potential, but he knew better than to let his desire get the better of him.
She raised her wine glass slowly, watching as his gaze settled on her full lips. “Hardly.” Dove sipped her wine slowly, savouring its sweetness. “But you are the greatest King in the Eastern Lands, which means nobody can teach me better than you can,” she said slowly, letting her hand slide on top of his.
Jonathan nodded slowly, considering her words. He moved his other hand to finger the neckline of her gown. “I trust that you will be diligent in your learning?” He was beginning to hope that the young queen was greatly exaggerating her lack of innocence.
Triumph gleamed in Dove’s brown eyes. “I am nothing if not studious, your Majesty.”
“Then we should begin your tutelage as soon as possible,” he murmured softly, and as Jonathan tugged at the laces of her dress, he knew that she already had a power over him.
“You are a wicked little minx,”
“And you’re a wrinkled old crone,” she retorted, giggling flirtatiously as he laughed at her.
King Ain slung his arm around Kalasin unceremoniously, pulling the empress close enough that her face was in his beard. “I am old, I suppose, but I’m young where it counts.”
She snorted. “That may be, but you’re still no spring chicken. You would think, as old as you are, you would have abdicated by now and given up your walks in the pleasure gardens.”
“But the pleasure gardens are the best part of being a monarch, dear girl.” The monarch waggled his eyebrows at her.
Kalasin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Then perhaps his Majesty would like to give me a tour?”
He grinned back at her boyishly. “It would be my pleasure.”
Rating: PG-13
Length: 502 words
Category: Tortall
Summary: Three ruling Contes and their other royal lovers.
Peculiar Pairings: Thayet/Ozorne, Jon/Dove, Kalasin/King Ain.
Thayet slipped out of the keep and onto the cliff unnoticed, scanning the shoreline. The shoreline was a mess, littered with pieces of broken ships. He was here, she knew it, somewhere in pile of wrecks.
“I knew you would come.” She whirled around, and he was standing there against the trees. Ozorne was wearing no ornaments or facepaints, and while his clothes were well-made, they were as simples as any commoner’s garb. He smiled warmly as he approached her. “You know why I am here.”
Thayet snorted derisively. “My answer was no, and it still is no.”
His smile turned into a sneer. “Then I will kill your Jonathan and make Tortall my own. And you will become my Empress, just as you should have always been.” And with that, he left.
“My youngest daughter is older than you are.”
Dove smiled reassuringly. “That may be so, but I am wise beyond my years. And I am a ruling monarch.” She added suggestively. “Besides, I am no innocent that you can easily shock.”
“And you think that this will give you power over me?” Jonathan’s sarcasm didn’t fail to reach her, but she could see the smouldering heat in his sapphire eyes. The girl had potential, but he knew better than to let his desire get the better of him.
She raised her wine glass slowly, watching as his gaze settled on her full lips. “Hardly.” Dove sipped her wine slowly, savouring its sweetness. “But you are the greatest King in the Eastern Lands, which means nobody can teach me better than you can,” she said slowly, letting her hand slide on top of his.
Jonathan nodded slowly, considering her words. He moved his other hand to finger the neckline of her gown. “I trust that you will be diligent in your learning?” He was beginning to hope that the young queen was greatly exaggerating her lack of innocence.
Triumph gleamed in Dove’s brown eyes. “I am nothing if not studious, your Majesty.”
“Then we should begin your tutelage as soon as possible,” he murmured softly, and as Jonathan tugged at the laces of her dress, he knew that she already had a power over him.
“You are a wicked little minx,”
“And you’re a wrinkled old crone,” she retorted, giggling flirtatiously as he laughed at her.
King Ain slung his arm around Kalasin unceremoniously, pulling the empress close enough that her face was in his beard. “I am old, I suppose, but I’m young where it counts.”
She snorted. “That may be, but you’re still no spring chicken. You would think, as old as you are, you would have abdicated by now and given up your walks in the pleasure gardens.”
“But the pleasure gardens are the best part of being a monarch, dear girl.” The monarch waggled his eyebrows at her.
Kalasin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Then perhaps his Majesty would like to give me a tour?”
He grinned back at her boyishly. “It would be my pleasure.”