Post by sidonie on Mar 12, 2011 18:31:08 GMT 10
Title: All the Courage
Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir airs some of his grievances.
Author's Note: Part three of my series inspired by Mumford and Sons' "Little Lion Man." Each piece will begin with the lyrics that relate to it. Lots of angst.
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“Rate yourself and rake yourself/Take all the courage you have left”
“Come on, hit me,”
“Your Majesty—”
“Stop calling me that. I'm your knight-master, for Mithros' sake, drop the respect! Now, hit me.”
Zahir locked his dark eyes with Jon's blue ones. “You're a terrible king,” he muttered.
“I can't hear you!” The king was stalking around him now, his gaze wild.
His squire raised his chin and squared his shoulders. “I said you are a terrible king, sir!” he barked. “You take no real authority, but are ruled by your nobility. You waste important resources educating a populace that will never need to learn reading, writing, or mathematics. Your spies are run by a former criminal—the Rogue, no less—and your Champion is little more than a jumped-up whore who gained her knighthood by bedding you while she was your squire. You allow an unfeminine monstrosity to openly flout years of tradition and cheat her way through her page years under the favor and protection of the authorities. In short, you are not fit to rule.”
“See, was that so hard?” Jon clapped him on the shoulder, the proximity of his strong hand to Zahir's face making the squire flinch. “Be warned, if you ever say anything like that again, I'll set you to joust every round and a few extra against Lord Wyldon in the next tournament, but at least we now know where we stand.”
Zahir clenched his teeth and gave a tense nod. “Yes, your Majesty,” he replied.
His monarch gave a dazzling grin. “Relax. It's still Jon.”
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir airs some of his grievances.
Author's Note: Part three of my series inspired by Mumford and Sons' "Little Lion Man." Each piece will begin with the lyrics that relate to it. Lots of angst.
~~~~~~
“Rate yourself and rake yourself/Take all the courage you have left”
“Come on, hit me,”
“Your Majesty—”
“Stop calling me that. I'm your knight-master, for Mithros' sake, drop the respect! Now, hit me.”
Zahir locked his dark eyes with Jon's blue ones. “You're a terrible king,” he muttered.
“I can't hear you!” The king was stalking around him now, his gaze wild.
His squire raised his chin and squared his shoulders. “I said you are a terrible king, sir!” he barked. “You take no real authority, but are ruled by your nobility. You waste important resources educating a populace that will never need to learn reading, writing, or mathematics. Your spies are run by a former criminal—the Rogue, no less—and your Champion is little more than a jumped-up whore who gained her knighthood by bedding you while she was your squire. You allow an unfeminine monstrosity to openly flout years of tradition and cheat her way through her page years under the favor and protection of the authorities. In short, you are not fit to rule.”
“See, was that so hard?” Jon clapped him on the shoulder, the proximity of his strong hand to Zahir's face making the squire flinch. “Be warned, if you ever say anything like that again, I'll set you to joust every round and a few extra against Lord Wyldon in the next tournament, but at least we now know where we stand.”
Zahir clenched his teeth and gave a tense nod. “Yes, your Majesty,” he replied.
His monarch gave a dazzling grin. “Relax. It's still Jon.”
QC by: greenie