Post by Katty on Apr 22, 2010 11:24:43 GMT 10
Title: Shards
Rating: G
Length: 285
Summary: Alanna is angry.
Author’s Notes: Written for Joa (Verasque).
Thayet stared at the pieces of glass splashed across the floor. Until a minute ago, they had been part of a vase – a very expensive, very old vase. “Alanna, you cannot act like this,” she said quietly. She debated whether to call in a servant to pick up the pieces; however, one look at Alanna’s face told her it would be a bad idea to expose even one more person to the Lioness’ temper.
Thayet bent down, and began to pick up the larger shards of clear crystal, dropping them one by one into a small bowl that had managed to avoid the same fate as the vase. Alanna watched her, sullen and silent. When all the larger pieces had been removed from the floor, Thayet straightened up, still holding the bowl. Her hazel eyes were serious as she regarded Alanna.
“This must stop, Alanna,” Thayet said firmly. “You are acting like a child. It is not at all befitting or acceptable.”
Alanna flushed red. “I was angry,” she protested. “Jonathan-”
“Jonathan is a king,” Thayet interrupted. “An anointed king. He is bound to make you angry; that is what kings do.” She regarded Alanna carefully. “However, he has given you a very important position in his rule, one that hundreds would have accepted in a heartbeat.” She placed the bowl on the table next to them heavily, allowing the shards within it to clink. “You do your station no honour, Alanna, acting like this. You do Jonathan no honour, and you do Prince Roald no honour.”
Alanna looked at the floor, shamefaced. “I know,” she said quietly. She glanced up, agonised. “This should have been you, Thayet. You should have been queen.”
Rating: G
Length: 285
Summary: Alanna is angry.
Author’s Notes: Written for Joa (Verasque).
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Thayet stared at the pieces of glass splashed across the floor. Until a minute ago, they had been part of a vase – a very expensive, very old vase. “Alanna, you cannot act like this,” she said quietly. She debated whether to call in a servant to pick up the pieces; however, one look at Alanna’s face told her it would be a bad idea to expose even one more person to the Lioness’ temper.
Thayet bent down, and began to pick up the larger shards of clear crystal, dropping them one by one into a small bowl that had managed to avoid the same fate as the vase. Alanna watched her, sullen and silent. When all the larger pieces had been removed from the floor, Thayet straightened up, still holding the bowl. Her hazel eyes were serious as she regarded Alanna.
“This must stop, Alanna,” Thayet said firmly. “You are acting like a child. It is not at all befitting or acceptable.”
Alanna flushed red. “I was angry,” she protested. “Jonathan-”
“Jonathan is a king,” Thayet interrupted. “An anointed king. He is bound to make you angry; that is what kings do.” She regarded Alanna carefully. “However, he has given you a very important position in his rule, one that hundreds would have accepted in a heartbeat.” She placed the bowl on the table next to them heavily, allowing the shards within it to clink. “You do your station no honour, Alanna, acting like this. You do Jonathan no honour, and you do Prince Roald no honour.”
Alanna looked at the floor, shamefaced. “I know,” she said quietly. She glanced up, agonised. “This should have been you, Thayet. You should have been queen.”