Post by ubiquitous on Dec 5, 2010 9:32:51 GMT 10
To: Lisafer
Message: I was so happy (and honoured) when I found out I'd been assigned to you. The idea for this fic was something that popped into my head as soon as I saw your wishlist, and one can never have too much Wyldon, right?. I hope you like it, and that it's worth all of Rosie's taunting. *hugs* Happy Holidays!
From: Isha/Ubiquitous
Title: Waiting
Rating: PG
Wishlist Item: (1. Cavall family fic)
Summary: Margarry doesn't want to wait. Thanks to Alix and Seek for betaing
“How could you, papa?”
Wyldon looked up, watching mildly as his youngest daughter stormed into his small office. Her usual cheery expression was gone, replaced with wild-eyed resentment and flailing limbs.
“Don’t look at me like that, Papa,” Margarry said angrily, “you’ve ruined everything!” Hands on her hips, she looked about the office before slamming the door shut. She whirled to face him, giving him a look that could peel paint.
.
Feeling a headache coming on, he motioned towards the chair. “Sit,” he commanded, knowing that even his most forbidding tone would have had little effect on his spirited daughter. Margarry flounced onto the chair, pouting and fuming as he considered his words. He knew why she was so upset, but he’d also hoped that Jesslaw would have talked some sense into her. “I know this isn’t what you hoped for, but it is for the best.”
“The best for who, Papa? Me? Or Owen? Or you?” Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at him. “You may think this is some folly that will pass, but I love him, and he loves me. You’re Owen’s knight-master, you should know him well enough that he loves me truly.”
“Margarry,” Wyldon said tersely, “you know my dislike for needless dramatics.” He sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried to keep calm. “If I had wanted to keep you and Jesslaw apart, I wouldn’t have agreed to a betrothal. This is about you and what’s best for you.” Margarry opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped as he raised his hand. “That does include marrying Jesslaw, but now is not the right time.”
“But Papa,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, “what if something happens when he goes to war? What if he dies? We’ll never be together then.”
“And if he dies after you are married, you still won’t be together.”
Margarry shook her head. “At least we’ll have had this winter.”
“But what of you? You’ll be a widow at the ripe old age of seventeen. Jesslaw will be your home, a fief full of strangers. The bond you share with Owen will have grown stronger, and the pain of his loss even more so.”
“It would be worth it,” she replied stubbornly, but Wyldon could see the uncertainty creeping into her eyes.
“No, it wouldn’t.” He struggled to keep the frustration out of his voice. “I know it sounds romantic, but reality isn’t as glorious as poetry would have you think. The loss of losing someone you love is always hard, but the loss of your husband or wife is devastating.” Wyldon paused, letting the words sink in. “If something happened to your mother, I would be lost. Cathrea was only married for a year before Geran died, but his death almost destroyed her. Even all these years later, the Goddess is what keeps her with us in the living realms.” Watching her anger and hope beginning to die from her eyes, he added, “I don’t want that for you, which is why I spoke to Owen.”
Margarry nodded, considering his words. She still wanted nothing more than to wed Owen, but she now realised that she would have to wait. As much as she loved Owen, she also loved her father, and she knew how Cathrea’s situation pained him. It made her wonder briefly if her father would have let Cathrea marry too, had he known there would be war soon. And while the past couldn’t be changed, the future was uncertain, and the men she loved only wanted to protect her. She decided it didn’t matter what could have been, not if Owen wanted to wait as well. Maybe her father and Owen did have the right of it. “We’ll wait, Papa,” she said finally.
“Thank you.” Wyldon smiled with relief, taking her hand in his.
“I still wish you hadn’t gone to Owen,” she grumbled.
His lips twisted into a wry grin. “I thought you might have heeded the advice had it come from him. And he needed to be convinced as well, although I think on some level, he already knew that waiting was the right thing to do.”
“Then you needn’t have meddled. Owen knows how to take care of me,” Margarry added petulantly, but the twinkle in her eyes ruined the effect.
He chuckled. “I may be a meddlesome old man, but if I am, it’s only because I love you, Daisy.”
She stuck her tongue out at the use of her childhood nickname, even as his words warmed her heart. “I love you too, Papa,” she replied, squeezing his hand.
“Now go. Knowing Jesslaw, he will start worrying about his Ordeal unless he’s sufficiently distracted, and most of his friends are still in the north.” Agreeing with him, Margarry left, her heart lighter than it had been before. Glad that things were now settled, Wyldon waited a moment before going back to his reports, sending a silent prayer to Mithros and the Goddess to watch over his daughter and son-to-be.
Message: I was so happy (and honoured) when I found out I'd been assigned to you. The idea for this fic was something that popped into my head as soon as I saw your wishlist, and one can never have too much Wyldon, right?. I hope you like it, and that it's worth all of Rosie's taunting. *hugs* Happy Holidays!
From: Isha/Ubiquitous
Title: Waiting
Rating: PG
Wishlist Item: (1. Cavall family fic)
Summary: Margarry doesn't want to wait. Thanks to Alix and Seek for betaing
“How could you, papa?”
Wyldon looked up, watching mildly as his youngest daughter stormed into his small office. Her usual cheery expression was gone, replaced with wild-eyed resentment and flailing limbs.
“Don’t look at me like that, Papa,” Margarry said angrily, “you’ve ruined everything!” Hands on her hips, she looked about the office before slamming the door shut. She whirled to face him, giving him a look that could peel paint.
.
Feeling a headache coming on, he motioned towards the chair. “Sit,” he commanded, knowing that even his most forbidding tone would have had little effect on his spirited daughter. Margarry flounced onto the chair, pouting and fuming as he considered his words. He knew why she was so upset, but he’d also hoped that Jesslaw would have talked some sense into her. “I know this isn’t what you hoped for, but it is for the best.”
“The best for who, Papa? Me? Or Owen? Or you?” Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at him. “You may think this is some folly that will pass, but I love him, and he loves me. You’re Owen’s knight-master, you should know him well enough that he loves me truly.”
“Margarry,” Wyldon said tersely, “you know my dislike for needless dramatics.” He sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried to keep calm. “If I had wanted to keep you and Jesslaw apart, I wouldn’t have agreed to a betrothal. This is about you and what’s best for you.” Margarry opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped as he raised his hand. “That does include marrying Jesslaw, but now is not the right time.”
“But Papa,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, “what if something happens when he goes to war? What if he dies? We’ll never be together then.”
“And if he dies after you are married, you still won’t be together.”
Margarry shook her head. “At least we’ll have had this winter.”
“But what of you? You’ll be a widow at the ripe old age of seventeen. Jesslaw will be your home, a fief full of strangers. The bond you share with Owen will have grown stronger, and the pain of his loss even more so.”
“It would be worth it,” she replied stubbornly, but Wyldon could see the uncertainty creeping into her eyes.
“No, it wouldn’t.” He struggled to keep the frustration out of his voice. “I know it sounds romantic, but reality isn’t as glorious as poetry would have you think. The loss of losing someone you love is always hard, but the loss of your husband or wife is devastating.” Wyldon paused, letting the words sink in. “If something happened to your mother, I would be lost. Cathrea was only married for a year before Geran died, but his death almost destroyed her. Even all these years later, the Goddess is what keeps her with us in the living realms.” Watching her anger and hope beginning to die from her eyes, he added, “I don’t want that for you, which is why I spoke to Owen.”
Margarry nodded, considering his words. She still wanted nothing more than to wed Owen, but she now realised that she would have to wait. As much as she loved Owen, she also loved her father, and she knew how Cathrea’s situation pained him. It made her wonder briefly if her father would have let Cathrea marry too, had he known there would be war soon. And while the past couldn’t be changed, the future was uncertain, and the men she loved only wanted to protect her. She decided it didn’t matter what could have been, not if Owen wanted to wait as well. Maybe her father and Owen did have the right of it. “We’ll wait, Papa,” she said finally.
“Thank you.” Wyldon smiled with relief, taking her hand in his.
“I still wish you hadn’t gone to Owen,” she grumbled.
His lips twisted into a wry grin. “I thought you might have heeded the advice had it come from him. And he needed to be convinced as well, although I think on some level, he already knew that waiting was the right thing to do.”
“Then you needn’t have meddled. Owen knows how to take care of me,” Margarry added petulantly, but the twinkle in her eyes ruined the effect.
He chuckled. “I may be a meddlesome old man, but if I am, it’s only because I love you, Daisy.”
She stuck her tongue out at the use of her childhood nickname, even as his words warmed her heart. “I love you too, Papa,” she replied, squeezing his hand.
“Now go. Knowing Jesslaw, he will start worrying about his Ordeal unless he’s sufficiently distracted, and most of his friends are still in the north.” Agreeing with him, Margarry left, her heart lighter than it had been before. Glad that things were now settled, Wyldon waited a moment before going back to his reports, sending a silent prayer to Mithros and the Goddess to watch over his daughter and son-to-be.