Post by journeycat on Apr 5, 2010 14:14:04 GMT 10
Title: Come What May
Rating: G
Length: 260 words
Character: Wyldon
Summary: Keladry fights a different sort of battle, and Wyldon can only pray for her. Part of my "Cavall Clan" series.
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“I’m scared.”
Wyldon didn’t ask how she knew he was awake—he himself couldn’t explain how he knew that she had been. The tremor in her voice seemed shakier in the pitch-black of their bedchambers,
“I’m too old to have another child,” she continued in a loud whisper. “What if—”
“Don’t.”
She fell quiet, and he silently cursed himself for his harsh tone. Keladry needed support, reassurance, and there he was, cutting across her sentences. He gathered her in his arms, crushing her against his chest. He could feel a gentle tremor in her bones. This was real fear, and it was one she faced as a woman and not a knight; her training couldn’t help her now.
“We’ll get through this,” he murmured, her lips brushing her hair. “I swear it, Keladry, I will not let this kill you.”
She drew a trembling breath. “If it comes down to it—”
“It won’t.”
“—if it does,” she persisted, “I want the baby to live. If it comes between the two of us—”
Nausea roiled in his belly, and Wyldon had to swallow hard to quell it. He already lost one wife, much beloved to him; to lose another would kill him, too.
“It won’t,” he repeated. “Both of you will make it through this just fine, I promise.”
Keladry tucked her head under his chin, curling up against him, and said nothing, and he knew she did not believe him. Goddess, Mother, Wyldon prayed, please help her through this ordeal, help them both. Please help us all survive this.
Rating: G
Length: 260 words
Character: Wyldon
Summary: Keladry fights a different sort of battle, and Wyldon can only pray for her. Part of my "Cavall Clan" series.
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“I’m scared.”
Wyldon didn’t ask how she knew he was awake—he himself couldn’t explain how he knew that she had been. The tremor in her voice seemed shakier in the pitch-black of their bedchambers,
“I’m too old to have another child,” she continued in a loud whisper. “What if—”
“Don’t.”
She fell quiet, and he silently cursed himself for his harsh tone. Keladry needed support, reassurance, and there he was, cutting across her sentences. He gathered her in his arms, crushing her against his chest. He could feel a gentle tremor in her bones. This was real fear, and it was one she faced as a woman and not a knight; her training couldn’t help her now.
“We’ll get through this,” he murmured, her lips brushing her hair. “I swear it, Keladry, I will not let this kill you.”
She drew a trembling breath. “If it comes down to it—”
“It won’t.”
“—if it does,” she persisted, “I want the baby to live. If it comes between the two of us—”
Nausea roiled in his belly, and Wyldon had to swallow hard to quell it. He already lost one wife, much beloved to him; to lose another would kill him, too.
“It won’t,” he repeated. “Both of you will make it through this just fine, I promise.”
Keladry tucked her head under his chin, curling up against him, and said nothing, and he knew she did not believe him. Goddess, Mother, Wyldon prayed, please help her through this ordeal, help them both. Please help us all survive this.