Post by Verasque on Apr 2, 2010 14:29:32 GMT 10
Title: Liege
Rating: PG
Length: 381
Character: Jon
Summary: Kel exacts revenge, and Jonathan is seduced.
Being royalty certainly had its advantages, Jon mused, and appeared for all the world as commanding and composed as any king before him. His hands betrayed no quiver of nervousness, or his face any hint of surprise. And perhaps that had been part of her plan; to adapt him slowly, like one prepared a pretentious virgin who ended up bumbling the entire chase through.
“Sire,” she said, russet strands whipping across her face in greeting.
“Lady Knight Keladry,” he acknowledged, and felt a surge of smug purport at the flare of distaste and desire that her eyes could not disguise. “What brings you here so early?”
She stepped forward then, and after a short pause, laid her hands on the tower’s wall. Jonathan’s gut suddenly clenched, accustomed to having his space, yet fascinated by the mere hair’s breadth between them. She smelled of soap and of dawn, of earth, of strength and of fragility – scents and tastes and virtues that he’d breathed for most of his life. Yet she was neither spitfire nor revolutionary, champion nor queen. She was Keladry—his subject; his judge.
“I’ve not thanked you properly for the part you played in helping me conquer my fear.”
She had no need to gesture to the expansive view afforded by Balor’s Needle. “Nonsense,” he replied. “You give me credit where it is not due. If you should so wish to express your gratitude, I’m sure Lord Wyldon will be a most worthy candidate.”
“I reassure you, Your Majesty, that I have done so willingly many times. It has garnered a most appreciative reception.” Jonathan’s nostrils flared at her words, but it was impossible to read her expression. He was, therefore, unprepared for her next words. “One fear championed, but another one remains. That fear, Sire, is of you. And I have every intention of overcoming it.”
“How?” he demanded softly, wary of the curse that had surely been placed on him where lady knights and fears were inextricably and intimately concerned.
“The only way.”
“You aim very high, Lady Keladry.”
Her eyes flashed with the vengeance of the rising sun before them, promising a defiance and a fight against any probations he dared sanction this time around. “My liege, have I not proved to you that I usually succeed?”
Rating: PG
Length: 381
Character: Jon
Summary: Kel exacts revenge, and Jonathan is seduced.
Being royalty certainly had its advantages, Jon mused, and appeared for all the world as commanding and composed as any king before him. His hands betrayed no quiver of nervousness, or his face any hint of surprise. And perhaps that had been part of her plan; to adapt him slowly, like one prepared a pretentious virgin who ended up bumbling the entire chase through.
“Sire,” she said, russet strands whipping across her face in greeting.
“Lady Knight Keladry,” he acknowledged, and felt a surge of smug purport at the flare of distaste and desire that her eyes could not disguise. “What brings you here so early?”
She stepped forward then, and after a short pause, laid her hands on the tower’s wall. Jonathan’s gut suddenly clenched, accustomed to having his space, yet fascinated by the mere hair’s breadth between them. She smelled of soap and of dawn, of earth, of strength and of fragility – scents and tastes and virtues that he’d breathed for most of his life. Yet she was neither spitfire nor revolutionary, champion nor queen. She was Keladry—his subject; his judge.
“I’ve not thanked you properly for the part you played in helping me conquer my fear.”
She had no need to gesture to the expansive view afforded by Balor’s Needle. “Nonsense,” he replied. “You give me credit where it is not due. If you should so wish to express your gratitude, I’m sure Lord Wyldon will be a most worthy candidate.”
“I reassure you, Your Majesty, that I have done so willingly many times. It has garnered a most appreciative reception.” Jonathan’s nostrils flared at her words, but it was impossible to read her expression. He was, therefore, unprepared for her next words. “One fear championed, but another one remains. That fear, Sire, is of you. And I have every intention of overcoming it.”
“How?” he demanded softly, wary of the curse that had surely been placed on him where lady knights and fears were inextricably and intimately concerned.
“The only way.”
“You aim very high, Lady Keladry.”
Her eyes flashed with the vengeance of the rising sun before them, promising a defiance and a fight against any probations he dared sanction this time around. “My liege, have I not proved to you that I usually succeed?”
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