Post by Rosie on Jul 6, 2011 19:44:27 GMT 10
Title: Certainty
Rating: PG
Couple: Gareth I/Roanna
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Gareth isn't sure of the welcome he'll get. Many thanks to Kat for reading it over for me!
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Gareth had always been a certain man.
Only, here he stood in the dark, wanting - needing - to hold his new wife, and he wasn't sure what reception he'd get. Never mind that, he wasn't even sure if she counted as a new wife any longer. They were still new to one another, but that was because he'd been gone for most of the three months of their marriage.
In truth, he had been single so long that he had no real concept of how to be married. Would she be glad to see him? Should he have spent the night in their guest quarters?
Were ladies taught these things? Roanna always seemed supremely confident in matters of their marriage - but then, her self-assured ways were part of what had attracted him.
Roanna stirred, making the decision of whether he should wake her. "Gareth?" she murmured, voice thick with sleep. "We expected you back this evening."
"I was waylaid," Gareth answered, sinking down onto his side of the bed and brushing a hand across her hair. He noted, with some considerable pleasure, that she was wearing his brocade robe, even though the weather hardly warranted it.
In truth, Roanna was the reason he'd been waylaid. Some of the men under his command had stressed the importance of placating wives with trinkets, and he had promptly gone off in search of something to catch Roanna's fancy.
"I brought you something," he said softly, considering it a good time to prove he'd been thinking of her in his absence. His men had been clear about the importance of timing, but he had assumed morning would be best, and so had left it with his other belongings.
"From a battlefield?" she queried, struggling into a sitting position.
"From Corus. After I made my report," Gareth replied. "I could fetch it?"
Roanna let out a startled laugh. "You went shopping rather than return home?" She cupped his face in one hand, her tone affectionate. "Gareth, dear, you can be absurd sometimes. Your safe return was all I wanted these past few months. Now I have it, I am content."
He smiled at her, and though he felt foolish, he also felt comfortable certainty fill him once more.
"No more of these gifts," she said in a low tone, quite awake now, "and perhaps I can show you what you've been missing here."
Rating: PG
Couple: Gareth I/Roanna
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Gareth isn't sure of the welcome he'll get. Many thanks to Kat for reading it over for me!
--
Gareth had always been a certain man.
Only, here he stood in the dark, wanting - needing - to hold his new wife, and he wasn't sure what reception he'd get. Never mind that, he wasn't even sure if she counted as a new wife any longer. They were still new to one another, but that was because he'd been gone for most of the three months of their marriage.
In truth, he had been single so long that he had no real concept of how to be married. Would she be glad to see him? Should he have spent the night in their guest quarters?
Were ladies taught these things? Roanna always seemed supremely confident in matters of their marriage - but then, her self-assured ways were part of what had attracted him.
Roanna stirred, making the decision of whether he should wake her. "Gareth?" she murmured, voice thick with sleep. "We expected you back this evening."
"I was waylaid," Gareth answered, sinking down onto his side of the bed and brushing a hand across her hair. He noted, with some considerable pleasure, that she was wearing his brocade robe, even though the weather hardly warranted it.
In truth, Roanna was the reason he'd been waylaid. Some of the men under his command had stressed the importance of placating wives with trinkets, and he had promptly gone off in search of something to catch Roanna's fancy.
"I brought you something," he said softly, considering it a good time to prove he'd been thinking of her in his absence. His men had been clear about the importance of timing, but he had assumed morning would be best, and so had left it with his other belongings.
"From a battlefield?" she queried, struggling into a sitting position.
"From Corus. After I made my report," Gareth replied. "I could fetch it?"
Roanna let out a startled laugh. "You went shopping rather than return home?" She cupped his face in one hand, her tone affectionate. "Gareth, dear, you can be absurd sometimes. Your safe return was all I wanted these past few months. Now I have it, I am content."
He smiled at her, and though he felt foolish, he also felt comfortable certainty fill him once more.
"No more of these gifts," she said in a low tone, quite awake now, "and perhaps I can show you what you've been missing here."