Post by PeroxidePirate on Apr 7, 2011 8:22:26 GMT 10
Title: For the Sake of Emelan (2)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 399
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Sandry's cousin has a proposal he's sure will benefit them both.
“Jens,” Sandry said, as the footman stepped aside. “Come in, please. Have a seat.” She had been sewing in her upstairs study when a visitor was announced. She had not expected her cousin, Jens: he was Franz’s son, heir to the dukedom, and he was still awaiting her response to his marriage proposal.
She intended to stall as long as she could.
“Thanks.” He pushed the door closed before crossing the room toward her.
She raised an eyebrow. “You’d like this to be a private conversation?”
He blushed. “If you don’t mind.” He hesitated. “We’re supposed to be love birds, you know.”
“Supposed to be?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “You mean you’re not head over heels for me?”
He sat in the chair beside hers, hands folded between his knobby knees. “You’re a lovely girl, Sandry,” he said, with the faintest emphasis on the word girl. “I’d be honored if you would be my wife.”
“We’ve been over all this. I’m still-”
“I know. But there’s something else you need to know.”
She set down her project, focusing all her attention on her suitor. “Well?”
He fidgeted, not looking at her. “I wouldn’t do anything to compromise your independence — and I’d ask the same consideration from you.”
She snorted. “What does that mean?”
“I know about your friends in the city.” He looked at her then, hazel eyes intent on her face, and she realized he was telling the truth — he knew, or had guessed, the particulars of her relationship with Briar, Tris and Daja: the reason for her reluctance to marry him, or anyone.
“I have friends, too,” Jens continued. “One, in particular. A gentleman friend.”
“Oh,” Sandry breathed, looking at him with sudden understanding. He didn’t want this marriage, anymore than she did. “Do your parents know?”
“They pretend not to.” He shrugged. “But I think there’s a reason they’re pushing me to marry you now.”
Now that the rumors had started to circulate. She picked up her sewing again, considering his words. “Jens,” she said, “what could we change in twenty-five years? Could we make Emelan a place where our children could openly be with whoever they love?”
“With some help from our friends… I think we could.” His smile lit his face.
QC by: inthefire
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 399
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Sandry's cousin has a proposal he's sure will benefit them both.
“Jens,” Sandry said, as the footman stepped aside. “Come in, please. Have a seat.” She had been sewing in her upstairs study when a visitor was announced. She had not expected her cousin, Jens: he was Franz’s son, heir to the dukedom, and he was still awaiting her response to his marriage proposal.
She intended to stall as long as she could.
“Thanks.” He pushed the door closed before crossing the room toward her.
She raised an eyebrow. “You’d like this to be a private conversation?”
He blushed. “If you don’t mind.” He hesitated. “We’re supposed to be love birds, you know.”
“Supposed to be?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “You mean you’re not head over heels for me?”
He sat in the chair beside hers, hands folded between his knobby knees. “You’re a lovely girl, Sandry,” he said, with the faintest emphasis on the word girl. “I’d be honored if you would be my wife.”
“We’ve been over all this. I’m still-”
“I know. But there’s something else you need to know.”
She set down her project, focusing all her attention on her suitor. “Well?”
He fidgeted, not looking at her. “I wouldn’t do anything to compromise your independence — and I’d ask the same consideration from you.”
She snorted. “What does that mean?”
“I know about your friends in the city.” He looked at her then, hazel eyes intent on her face, and she realized he was telling the truth — he knew, or had guessed, the particulars of her relationship with Briar, Tris and Daja: the reason for her reluctance to marry him, or anyone.
“I have friends, too,” Jens continued. “One, in particular. A gentleman friend.”
“Oh,” Sandry breathed, looking at him with sudden understanding. He didn’t want this marriage, anymore than she did. “Do your parents know?”
“They pretend not to.” He shrugged. “But I think there’s a reason they’re pushing me to marry you now.”
Now that the rumors had started to circulate. She picked up her sewing again, considering his words. “Jens,” she said, “what could we change in twenty-five years? Could we make Emelan a place where our children could openly be with whoever they love?”
“With some help from our friends… I think we could.” His smile lit his face.
QC by: inthefire