Post by EymberFyire on May 12, 2011 1:44:27 GMT 10
KM R3: Those Who Serve (3), PG
Rating: PG
Word Count: 507
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: Those that serve often have a different perspective on things.
The Winter’s Dawn Masquerade? That night still haunts me. Nightmares for weeks! If the Gods are merciful I will never face such an unmitigated disaster again. Between performers canceling, the clumsiness of pages, and drunken conservatives and progressives challenging each other to duels over the pudding I thought for sure something calamitous would happen. Whatever would I tell the King, if at one of my parties an Anak’s Eyrie slapped a Seabeth? It’s my duty to ensure that these things do not happen.
Despite the misfortune unfolding about me, it was a lovely night for a masquerade. I had the winter garden draped with mage candles, the reflection glittering off the frozen pond with sensuous abandon. We had so many young knights back from the war, and so many young maidens who had put off their debut season out of some odd sense of duty... I should have thought that duty would have involved assisting in the field hospitals to the north, but that could just be a foolish old man talking.
As it was, the mothers clamored for favorable matches while the knights lusted for the life denied to them these past few years.
Among my greatest failings that night was the lack of a proper entrance for the Duchess of Dunlath. It was her first official night in court, despite her week of unpacking and wandering the castle halls. As a Duchess, she demanded full fanfare and the courtesy due one of the major nobles of Tortall. Instead she snuck in through the kitchen. Her Lady of Mich was most displeased to find that her niece had scurried in like a... what was that delicate phrase she used? “Baseborn serving scut?”
I had a long list of eligible young men - lesser sons with ties to strong houses. Any of them would have been a boon to Dunlath and more importantly a boon to the realm, but I scarce think they should have known she was there considering the way she entered. Fanfares do serve a purpose past pomp and circumstance, you know. I digress.
The lass wandered the hall forlornly for a while, and I was about to send a page to suggest that young Iden go introduce himself when the Lady Knight stepped forward and bowed to her.
Would that she had been born a boy, she could have been such a paragon of chivalry! I watched her lead the older woman away from the madness of the ball and absolutely mourned. If only half my former charges had a thimble full of her manner, I should not have such health problems! Instead, I have had to scour tomes to find the proper procedures for one of her status.
I have no notion of where they went - probably to one of Raoul’s little... parties... but I do know what rumors were flying about the next day. Lady Knights have always endured rumors, but I worried for the Duchess. I hoped that Keladry realized what their friendship could mean for the girl’s future.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 507
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: Those that serve often have a different perspective on things.
Master Oakbridge
The Winter’s Dawn Masquerade? That night still haunts me. Nightmares for weeks! If the Gods are merciful I will never face such an unmitigated disaster again. Between performers canceling, the clumsiness of pages, and drunken conservatives and progressives challenging each other to duels over the pudding I thought for sure something calamitous would happen. Whatever would I tell the King, if at one of my parties an Anak’s Eyrie slapped a Seabeth? It’s my duty to ensure that these things do not happen.
Despite the misfortune unfolding about me, it was a lovely night for a masquerade. I had the winter garden draped with mage candles, the reflection glittering off the frozen pond with sensuous abandon. We had so many young knights back from the war, and so many young maidens who had put off their debut season out of some odd sense of duty... I should have thought that duty would have involved assisting in the field hospitals to the north, but that could just be a foolish old man talking.
As it was, the mothers clamored for favorable matches while the knights lusted for the life denied to them these past few years.
Among my greatest failings that night was the lack of a proper entrance for the Duchess of Dunlath. It was her first official night in court, despite her week of unpacking and wandering the castle halls. As a Duchess, she demanded full fanfare and the courtesy due one of the major nobles of Tortall. Instead she snuck in through the kitchen. Her Lady of Mich was most displeased to find that her niece had scurried in like a... what was that delicate phrase she used? “Baseborn serving scut?”
I had a long list of eligible young men - lesser sons with ties to strong houses. Any of them would have been a boon to Dunlath and more importantly a boon to the realm, but I scarce think they should have known she was there considering the way she entered. Fanfares do serve a purpose past pomp and circumstance, you know. I digress.
The lass wandered the hall forlornly for a while, and I was about to send a page to suggest that young Iden go introduce himself when the Lady Knight stepped forward and bowed to her.
Would that she had been born a boy, she could have been such a paragon of chivalry! I watched her lead the older woman away from the madness of the ball and absolutely mourned. If only half my former charges had a thimble full of her manner, I should not have such health problems! Instead, I have had to scour tomes to find the proper procedures for one of her status.
I have no notion of where they went - probably to one of Raoul’s little... parties... but I do know what rumors were flying about the next day. Lady Knights have always endured rumors, but I worried for the Duchess. I hoped that Keladry realized what their friendship could mean for the girl’s future.
QC by: journeycat