Post by Katty on Feb 2, 2010 18:18:06 GMT 10
Title: Irony
Rating: G
Length: 473
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Dom grapples with how to explain his secret to Kel.
A/N: Very Domcentric, I know - but made sure that I had at least 100 words worth of D/K in it (theres 140 for the record) so the rest is just extra
The fates worked in odd ways.
They worked in anomalies and inconsistencies. In Mage-Kings and immortals, beautiful ladies and stagnant demons. Occasionally, they worked in blue-eyed sergeants and lady knights.
Domitan of Masbolle supposed that such madness and witchcraft was how he’d found himself in front of a looking glass, straightening his tunic, still shocked that Kel had agreed to marry him.
Kel. She was a gifted warrior. A true hero. A defender of the Crown. They called her Protector of the Small. He was still agape at the irony that she’d marry someone like him.
Dom’s father died before he was born. When Dom was a child, his mother had always told him that he had his father’s eyes. He’d held fast to that fact; it was the only thing he had from his father, once his mother had settled their debts and moved back to Masbolle.
When Dom was ten, his mother passed on to the Black God’s realm. His aunt Sylvia, the Duchess of Queenscove, gave Dom and his brothers an old portrait of their parents to help ease their pain. It took young Dom two years before he was able to look at the portrait.
It was then Dom made a most startling discovery; Sir Tobeis of Masbolle had brown eyes, not blue.
When he was sixteen Dom signed up for The King’s Own. Sylvia took him aside at his farewell party, and pressed a faded envelope into his hands. “I promised my sister I’d give you this, should anything happen to her.” She whispered. “Don’t show another living soul its contents.” Her green eyes bore into his, all maternal softness gone. “Read it when you are alone.” She stepped back, and was his doting Aunt Sylvia again. “Your mother would be proud, you know.”
Dom opened the letter that night. Its contents were brief, but carefully worded.
Nine months before Dom was born, his mother had taken a lover. It was a brief affair that had lasted only a few weeks, and ended when the man was killed. Several weeks later, she had discovered she was pregnant; due to the circumstances of her lover’s death, she chose to pass Dom off as belonging to her husband. It was for both their safety, she explained.
The part that troubled him most was when she said that his true father had seen him and named him for his grandfather; as far as Dom was aware, only one man was capable of that.
Irony was how Dom chose to see it. A quirk of fate, perhaps.
The problem it now left him with, was how to explain to his wife-to-be, the second Lady Knight of the realm, that his father had been killed by the first.
Rating: G
Length: 473
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Dom grapples with how to explain his secret to Kel.
A/N: Very Domcentric, I know - but made sure that I had at least 100 words worth of D/K in it (theres 140 for the record) so the rest is just extra
- - -
The fates worked in odd ways.
They worked in anomalies and inconsistencies. In Mage-Kings and immortals, beautiful ladies and stagnant demons. Occasionally, they worked in blue-eyed sergeants and lady knights.
Domitan of Masbolle supposed that such madness and witchcraft was how he’d found himself in front of a looking glass, straightening his tunic, still shocked that Kel had agreed to marry him.
Kel. She was a gifted warrior. A true hero. A defender of the Crown. They called her Protector of the Small. He was still agape at the irony that she’d marry someone like him.
- - -
Dom’s father died before he was born. When Dom was a child, his mother had always told him that he had his father’s eyes. He’d held fast to that fact; it was the only thing he had from his father, once his mother had settled their debts and moved back to Masbolle.
- - -
When Dom was ten, his mother passed on to the Black God’s realm. His aunt Sylvia, the Duchess of Queenscove, gave Dom and his brothers an old portrait of their parents to help ease their pain. It took young Dom two years before he was able to look at the portrait.
It was then Dom made a most startling discovery; Sir Tobeis of Masbolle had brown eyes, not blue.
- - -
When he was sixteen Dom signed up for The King’s Own. Sylvia took him aside at his farewell party, and pressed a faded envelope into his hands. “I promised my sister I’d give you this, should anything happen to her.” She whispered. “Don’t show another living soul its contents.” Her green eyes bore into his, all maternal softness gone. “Read it when you are alone.” She stepped back, and was his doting Aunt Sylvia again. “Your mother would be proud, you know.”
- - -
Dom opened the letter that night. Its contents were brief, but carefully worded.
Nine months before Dom was born, his mother had taken a lover. It was a brief affair that had lasted only a few weeks, and ended when the man was killed. Several weeks later, she had discovered she was pregnant; due to the circumstances of her lover’s death, she chose to pass Dom off as belonging to her husband. It was for both their safety, she explained.
The part that troubled him most was when she said that his true father had seen him and named him for his grandfather; as far as Dom was aware, only one man was capable of that.
- - -
Irony was how Dom chose to see it. A quirk of fate, perhaps.
The problem it now left him with, was how to explain to his wife-to-be, the second Lady Knight of the realm, that his father had been killed by the first.