Post by opalgirl on Mar 9, 2011 4:21:37 GMT 10
Title: Namesakes
Rating: G
Word Count: 278
Pairing: Team Girl Power (Buri/Thayet)
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Buri asks Thayet about namesakes for the new--and very tiny--royal baby.
Buri holds Thayet’s tiny baby boy in her arms—perfect and pink and healthy, with a smattering of dark hair and eyes as blue as his father’s—and remembers the Warlord ordering prayers for his wife to produce a son. Because in Sarain, a daughter wasn’t enough. A daughter couldn’t inherit and a wife needed to produce a son.
If this little life had been born a girl—and gods, were they always so small? So fragile?—it wouldn’t have mattered. She would have grown up to be a queen in her own right, just as this boy will grow up to be a king.
She shakes her head a little and looks to the new mother, feeling tiny fingers grasp around one of hers. “What will you call him?”
Thayet shrugs tiredly. “It won’t be after his father--Jonathan doesn’t like that idea. I thought to call him ‘Pathom’,” she says, smiling faintly, “but it wouldn’t fit. He’ll be a king, and a Conte king can’t have a K’miri name, or so they tell me.”
“Not after your father?”
The Queen’s mouth tightens. “The Warlord deserves no such honor. I would prefer my son’s namesake to be a man I would be proud to stand with. I won’t give him that name out of some misguided sense of family loyalty.”
Buri just nods in understanding, and gets up to place the tiny Crown Prince in his cradle.
Thayet names him Roald, after her husband’s father. A suitable name for a future king, and an honorable namesake—the opposite of the Warlord. A good example for the child. Buri supposes such things matter, though she isn’t quite certain.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 278
Pairing: Team Girl Power (Buri/Thayet)
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Buri asks Thayet about namesakes for the new--and very tiny--royal baby.
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Buri holds Thayet’s tiny baby boy in her arms—perfect and pink and healthy, with a smattering of dark hair and eyes as blue as his father’s—and remembers the Warlord ordering prayers for his wife to produce a son. Because in Sarain, a daughter wasn’t enough. A daughter couldn’t inherit and a wife needed to produce a son.
If this little life had been born a girl—and gods, were they always so small? So fragile?—it wouldn’t have mattered. She would have grown up to be a queen in her own right, just as this boy will grow up to be a king.
She shakes her head a little and looks to the new mother, feeling tiny fingers grasp around one of hers. “What will you call him?”
Thayet shrugs tiredly. “It won’t be after his father--Jonathan doesn’t like that idea. I thought to call him ‘Pathom’,” she says, smiling faintly, “but it wouldn’t fit. He’ll be a king, and a Conte king can’t have a K’miri name, or so they tell me.”
“Not after your father?”
The Queen’s mouth tightens. “The Warlord deserves no such honor. I would prefer my son’s namesake to be a man I would be proud to stand with. I won’t give him that name out of some misguided sense of family loyalty.”
Buri just nods in understanding, and gets up to place the tiny Crown Prince in his cradle.
Thayet names him Roald, after her husband’s father. A suitable name for a future king, and an honorable namesake—the opposite of the Warlord. A good example for the child. Buri supposes such things matter, though she isn’t quite certain.
QC by: journeycat