Post by Verasque on Feb 5, 2010 16:04:53 GMT 10
Title: Scribe
Rating: PG
Length: 299
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Thanks to Alanna and Kel, Gary is in big trouble.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
Gary tried not to cringe as Jon’s voice reverberated in the small private library. He hadn’t heard this tone of voice from Jon in years, and instead of channeling his usual impatience, dread cramped his stomach at the realisation that it was the King who was before him, not his cousin. “My lord, I apologise if there is any document that displays incor—”
“Incorrect, Sir Gareth?” The parchment in question was slid across the desk for him to pick up. Bleeding buckets, it was likely one of the reports he’d received at the last conceivable minute (read: Raoul or Alanna) and hadn’t had the time to look over properly. Those two had unfailing propensities to write particularly subjective tales about those incompetencies they saw in others. “How could you possibly believe that it was appropriate to hand in to me, let alone for me to pass on to visiting dignitaries?”
Jon couldn’t quite hide the humiliation seeping under his tone, and Gary imagined every plausible situation on the horizon. With shaking fingers, he held open the report and read it quickly. The first half was normal Alanna testimony enough, but once it reached the rest, the writing style changed, became more elegant and shaky… and his brain dropped all the way down to his knees in abject dismay. Gary closed his eyes and cursed the red-head all the way to the Black God’s Realm and back.
“As much as Lady Knight Keladry appreciates Sir Alanna’s ministrations,” Jon managed, a red hue splashing his cheekbones despite the ice in his gaze, “the Gallan ambassador does not. I have called for them here… and Gary,” Gary looked up, hope in his face in pleading. “You will be present when I deal out punishment.”
Rating: PG
Length: 299
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Thanks to Alanna and Kel, Gary is in big trouble.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
Gary tried not to cringe as Jon’s voice reverberated in the small private library. He hadn’t heard this tone of voice from Jon in years, and instead of channeling his usual impatience, dread cramped his stomach at the realisation that it was the King who was before him, not his cousin. “My lord, I apologise if there is any document that displays incor—”
“Incorrect, Sir Gareth?” The parchment in question was slid across the desk for him to pick up. Bleeding buckets, it was likely one of the reports he’d received at the last conceivable minute (read: Raoul or Alanna) and hadn’t had the time to look over properly. Those two had unfailing propensities to write particularly subjective tales about those incompetencies they saw in others. “How could you possibly believe that it was appropriate to hand in to me, let alone for me to pass on to visiting dignitaries?”
Jon couldn’t quite hide the humiliation seeping under his tone, and Gary imagined every plausible situation on the horizon. With shaking fingers, he held open the report and read it quickly. The first half was normal Alanna testimony enough, but once it reached the rest, the writing style changed, became more elegant and shaky… and his brain dropped all the way down to his knees in abject dismay. Gary closed his eyes and cursed the red-head all the way to the Black God’s Realm and back.
“As much as Lady Knight Keladry appreciates Sir Alanna’s ministrations,” Jon managed, a red hue splashing his cheekbones despite the ice in his gaze, “the Gallan ambassador does not. I have called for them here… and Gary,” Gary looked up, hope in his face in pleading. “You will be present when I deal out punishment.”
