Post by luinae on Mar 8, 2011 14:49:09 GMT 10
Title: Relationships
Rating: R
Wordcount: 391
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Fight: 1A
Summary: Zahir finds out that everyone in the Royal Palace is getting around. As a warning, this is serious crack!fic
Zahir smartly rapped on the door of the Commander in Chief of the Riders, wondering why in Mithros’s name the king had to send him down to the Riders at such a ridiculous hour in the morning.
The door opened; a tall, good looking man with blond hair and bright blue eyes peered out at him. “Yes?”
Zahir couldn’t help but stutter. “I- but, you- aren’t you with- man from the Own?”
A flash of worry crossed the Commander’s face to be replaced by a good natured grin. “I’m Evin Larse- you must be the king’s squire.” He stuck out his hand.
“I knew it!” Zahir cried, understanding lighting up his whole face. “You and that sergeant- Queenscove’s cousin, what’s his name- Masbolle?”
Evin scowled. “Shut it,” he growled. “Or the whole palace will know about you and your sordid relationship with the king.” He shook his head. “What would the conservative’s think, a knightmaster bedding his squire? The scandal!”
Zahir forced his face to remain blank. “What do you mean?”
Evin leaned against the doorway. “Let’s just say that Dom is on…..let’s say, rather good terms with the Queen.”
“You mean he’s sleeping with her,” Zahir accused.
“Well you don’t have to be so indelicate about it!”
“Evin?” called a voice from inside the room. For a moment Zahir thought it was Domitan, but then realized that the voice was female- and oddly familiar. He peered around the doorway, to find none other then Keladry of Mindelan lying on the white sheets, hair over her face, and Zahir was struck with how attractive she looked. Not as attractive as the king, who was all lean muscle and brilliant blue eyes, but certainly good looking.
“What’s happening, Kel?” said another voice, and a lump in the bed rolled over. At this point, Zahir wasn’t even sure he was shocked to find his training master stretched out beside the Mindelan girl.
“I- but-” And before he could gather his wits, Jon strode through the door, removing his shirt as he came through, winking at Wyldon, and then smiling sheepishly at Zahir.
“I was going to tell you, eventually,” the King muttered, looking down.
“Come on Zahir, you might as well join in,” said Evin, clapping him on the back.
Zahir decided that there was nothing to do besides start undoing his belt.
QC by: wordy
Rating: R
Wordcount: 391
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Fight: 1A
Summary: Zahir finds out that everyone in the Royal Palace is getting around. As a warning, this is serious crack!fic
Zahir smartly rapped on the door of the Commander in Chief of the Riders, wondering why in Mithros’s name the king had to send him down to the Riders at such a ridiculous hour in the morning.
The door opened; a tall, good looking man with blond hair and bright blue eyes peered out at him. “Yes?”
Zahir couldn’t help but stutter. “I- but, you- aren’t you with- man from the Own?”
A flash of worry crossed the Commander’s face to be replaced by a good natured grin. “I’m Evin Larse- you must be the king’s squire.” He stuck out his hand.
“I knew it!” Zahir cried, understanding lighting up his whole face. “You and that sergeant- Queenscove’s cousin, what’s his name- Masbolle?”
Evin scowled. “Shut it,” he growled. “Or the whole palace will know about you and your sordid relationship with the king.” He shook his head. “What would the conservative’s think, a knightmaster bedding his squire? The scandal!”
Zahir forced his face to remain blank. “What do you mean?”
Evin leaned against the doorway. “Let’s just say that Dom is on…..let’s say, rather good terms with the Queen.”
“You mean he’s sleeping with her,” Zahir accused.
“Well you don’t have to be so indelicate about it!”
“Evin?” called a voice from inside the room. For a moment Zahir thought it was Domitan, but then realized that the voice was female- and oddly familiar. He peered around the doorway, to find none other then Keladry of Mindelan lying on the white sheets, hair over her face, and Zahir was struck with how attractive she looked. Not as attractive as the king, who was all lean muscle and brilliant blue eyes, but certainly good looking.
“What’s happening, Kel?” said another voice, and a lump in the bed rolled over. At this point, Zahir wasn’t even sure he was shocked to find his training master stretched out beside the Mindelan girl.
“I- but-” And before he could gather his wits, Jon strode through the door, removing his shirt as he came through, winking at Wyldon, and then smiling sheepishly at Zahir.
“I was going to tell you, eventually,” the King muttered, looking down.
“Come on Zahir, you might as well join in,” said Evin, clapping him on the back.
Zahir decided that there was nothing to do besides start undoing his belt.
QC by: wordy