Post by Verasque on Jun 22, 2010 17:30:31 GMT 10
Title: Gold Crowns
Rating: G
Length: 428
Summary: Their real first meeting.
Notes: Excuse my totally sucky attempt at Lower City accents. Thanks also to Ren for beta-ing.
He twisted the shorter boy's arms roughly behind his back, and placed a strong arm across the boy's shoulders. The action kept the intruder's face planted to the brick wall. It would leave scratches, but he didn't particularly care for fumbling thieves. “Didn't yer ma ever teach ye not t'break in't people's houses?”
“How do you even know I was trying to get in? And let go of me! Do you know who I am?” The boy's simple clothes weren't dirtied with Lower City grime.
He snorted. “Ay. Yer a noble who dun know how to steal proper. Let me see yer pockets.” When the boy refused to do so, he pressed down on his arm harder. “Fine! Just let me up, will you?”
Releasing the rascal, he inspected the boy, his eyes widening at the solid sapphire ring on the boy's finger. By the Crooked God! If it wasn't the Crown Prince himself. Pleasant looking lad, for a boy barely fourteen. He looked as proud and preening as a peacock. What in Trickster's name was he doing in the Lower City?
“And what's this?” he intoned, holding up the leather purse he found in the boy's belt. Full of gold crowns, no doubt.
The boy's face blanched—in anger. “Definitely not yours, sir.”
“Right,” he conceded sadly, before returning the purse. “Run off, now. I need sleep, and ye got bett'r things t'do than get in'a trouble with the King of the Rogue. This is his lands, boy.”
The Prince straightened, doing a good job of pretending not to look nervous. “I trust you won't tell him? Gary and Franc—I just wanted to know what Cooper looked like. If he was really as young as everyone says.”
“I'll b'sure to tell him he's got a bunch of admirers from the Palace.”
The evening sky did nothing to hide the Prince's red cheeks. “Good night to you, sir.” As the Prince disappeared, no doubt to catch up with his friends, the young man made his way up the stairs.
His mother greeted him with a worried look. “George? I heard raised voices. What's happened?”
He sighed and removed his hooded travelling cloak. “Just a late night visitor, Ma. He was nice enough t'pay his respects.” Winking, he reached into his pocket and flipped a gold crown onto the table. “Royalty should always work together.”
George laughed, tickled, but not even his mother's horrified expression could quite outshine the golden coin twinkling up from between them.
Rating: G
Length: 428
Summary: Their real first meeting.
Notes: Excuse my totally sucky attempt at Lower City accents. Thanks also to Ren for beta-ing.
He twisted the shorter boy's arms roughly behind his back, and placed a strong arm across the boy's shoulders. The action kept the intruder's face planted to the brick wall. It would leave scratches, but he didn't particularly care for fumbling thieves. “Didn't yer ma ever teach ye not t'break in't people's houses?”
“How do you even know I was trying to get in? And let go of me! Do you know who I am?” The boy's simple clothes weren't dirtied with Lower City grime.
He snorted. “Ay. Yer a noble who dun know how to steal proper. Let me see yer pockets.” When the boy refused to do so, he pressed down on his arm harder. “Fine! Just let me up, will you?”
Releasing the rascal, he inspected the boy, his eyes widening at the solid sapphire ring on the boy's finger. By the Crooked God! If it wasn't the Crown Prince himself. Pleasant looking lad, for a boy barely fourteen. He looked as proud and preening as a peacock. What in Trickster's name was he doing in the Lower City?
“And what's this?” he intoned, holding up the leather purse he found in the boy's belt. Full of gold crowns, no doubt.
The boy's face blanched—in anger. “Definitely not yours, sir.”
“Right,” he conceded sadly, before returning the purse. “Run off, now. I need sleep, and ye got bett'r things t'do than get in'a trouble with the King of the Rogue. This is his lands, boy.”
The Prince straightened, doing a good job of pretending not to look nervous. “I trust you won't tell him? Gary and Franc—I just wanted to know what Cooper looked like. If he was really as young as everyone says.”
“I'll b'sure to tell him he's got a bunch of admirers from the Palace.”
The evening sky did nothing to hide the Prince's red cheeks. “Good night to you, sir.” As the Prince disappeared, no doubt to catch up with his friends, the young man made his way up the stairs.
His mother greeted him with a worried look. “George? I heard raised voices. What's happened?”
He sighed and removed his hooded travelling cloak. “Just a late night visitor, Ma. He was nice enough t'pay his respects.” Winking, he reached into his pocket and flipped a gold crown onto the table. “Royalty should always work together.”
George laughed, tickled, but not even his mother's horrified expression could quite outshine the golden coin twinkling up from between them.
