Post by Kris11 on Mar 19, 2011 12:16:08 GMT 10
Title: Trust
Rating: G
Word Count: 288
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Aly goes to talk to Dove in one of the night's following the rebellion's success.
“Your Majesty?”
Dove nearly shrieked at the quiet voice in her ear. She sat up in bed, clutching the knife she kept under her pillow and strained to see through the darkness.
“Aly?” she asked, her sleep-muddled brain clearing enough to recognize the voice that had woken her. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “I could have stabbed you!”
Aly just snorted.
Dove sighed. “What is so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night?”
“You’re talking to the luarin captives tomorrow. You’re going to make them swear in blood to you.”
“Yes, Aly,” Dove said, her voice filled with edgy patience. “It was your idea.”
“Don’t make Taybur Sibigat swear.”
Dove found that she was staring into the darkness, open-mouthed in shock. “What? Why not? He betrayed his monarch, Aly!”
“They killed his monarch, Dove.”
Dove frowned. She had seen Taybur care for Dunevon and his grief carrying the boy-king’s body home. But...
“They won’t agree,” she murmured, and Aly knew she was talking about her advisors, all her elders in matters of politics and war.
“They need to see you as Queen sooner, rather than later. It is too easy to get into the habit of treating you as Dove Balitang.”
Dove blinked in understanding. “So... this is about securing my power and not about Taybur at all?” Aly didn’t respond right away.
“I trust him, Dove.”
Leaning forward, Dove grabbed her friend’s hand. She knew what that meant to Aly, who was more suspicious and untrusting than she ever let herself appear to be. “I’ll get them to agree.” She squeezed Aly’s hand. “Just don’t wake me up again until morning!”
“Technically, it is morning.”
Dove groaned.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 288
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Aly goes to talk to Dove in one of the night's following the rebellion's success.
“Your Majesty?”
Dove nearly shrieked at the quiet voice in her ear. She sat up in bed, clutching the knife she kept under her pillow and strained to see through the darkness.
“Aly?” she asked, her sleep-muddled brain clearing enough to recognize the voice that had woken her. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “I could have stabbed you!”
Aly just snorted.
Dove sighed. “What is so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night?”
“You’re talking to the luarin captives tomorrow. You’re going to make them swear in blood to you.”
“Yes, Aly,” Dove said, her voice filled with edgy patience. “It was your idea.”
“Don’t make Taybur Sibigat swear.”
Dove found that she was staring into the darkness, open-mouthed in shock. “What? Why not? He betrayed his monarch, Aly!”
“They killed his monarch, Dove.”
Dove frowned. She had seen Taybur care for Dunevon and his grief carrying the boy-king’s body home. But...
“They won’t agree,” she murmured, and Aly knew she was talking about her advisors, all her elders in matters of politics and war.
“They need to see you as Queen sooner, rather than later. It is too easy to get into the habit of treating you as Dove Balitang.”
Dove blinked in understanding. “So... this is about securing my power and not about Taybur at all?” Aly didn’t respond right away.
“I trust him, Dove.”
Leaning forward, Dove grabbed her friend’s hand. She knew what that meant to Aly, who was more suspicious and untrusting than she ever let herself appear to be. “I’ll get them to agree.” She squeezed Aly’s hand. “Just don’t wake me up again until morning!”
“Technically, it is morning.”
Dove groaned.
QC by: journeycat