Post by PeroxidePirate on Apr 7, 2011 8:19:42 GMT 10
Title: For the Sake of Emelan (1)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 297
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Sandry's noble relations have a talk with her about the future.
“My dear.” Cousin Franz rested one meaty hand on the small of Sandry’s back, guiding her into the library. “Have a seat, please.”
Her smile never wavered, but her eyes conveyed a measure of her irritation. “Very well.” She settled herself in the offered chair as Franz’s wife, Anais, closed the library door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
They glanced at each other: Franz a study in smugness, Anais with lines of concern in her broad face.
To Sandry’s surprise, it was Anais who spoke. “My dear, you’ll have to marry eventually.”
“Will I?” Sandry asked brightly.
Franz opened his mouth to reply, but his wife covered his hand with hers. “Most noblewomen do, you know — even heiresses.” She leaned forward, studying her young cousin. “I wish you’d consider our proposal. My son is a good man.”
“He’ll be duke, one day,” Franz added.
There it was: the final argument, the reason she would, sooner or later, give in and marry her cousin, Jens. He was the natural choice for an heir, the eldest son of Vedris’s eldest son; she was the one Vedris was most apt to trust to rule. Emelan needed them both.
Her heart was, and always would be, at Number 6 Cheeseman Street, with three mages under one roof.
“Believe me, cousins, I am giving this careful consideration.” Sandry smoothed her skirt, collecting her thoughts before looking up. “I just need a little more time to decide.”
She needed a little more time to steel herself for this. She hoped Daja, Tris and Briar would understand.
She didn’t care if Jens did. She might marry him, for the sake of the nation, but she’d never stop loving the people she loved.
QC by: inthefire
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 297
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Sandry's noble relations have a talk with her about the future.
“My dear.” Cousin Franz rested one meaty hand on the small of Sandry’s back, guiding her into the library. “Have a seat, please.”
Her smile never wavered, but her eyes conveyed a measure of her irritation. “Very well.” She settled herself in the offered chair as Franz’s wife, Anais, closed the library door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
They glanced at each other: Franz a study in smugness, Anais with lines of concern in her broad face.
To Sandry’s surprise, it was Anais who spoke. “My dear, you’ll have to marry eventually.”
“Will I?” Sandry asked brightly.
Franz opened his mouth to reply, but his wife covered his hand with hers. “Most noblewomen do, you know — even heiresses.” She leaned forward, studying her young cousin. “I wish you’d consider our proposal. My son is a good man.”
“He’ll be duke, one day,” Franz added.
There it was: the final argument, the reason she would, sooner or later, give in and marry her cousin, Jens. He was the natural choice for an heir, the eldest son of Vedris’s eldest son; she was the one Vedris was most apt to trust to rule. Emelan needed them both.
Her heart was, and always would be, at Number 6 Cheeseman Street, with three mages under one roof.
“Believe me, cousins, I am giving this careful consideration.” Sandry smoothed her skirt, collecting her thoughts before looking up. “I just need a little more time to decide.”
She needed a little more time to steel herself for this. She hoped Daja, Tris and Briar would understand.
She didn’t care if Jens did. She might marry him, for the sake of the nation, but she’d never stop loving the people she loved.
QC by: inthefire