Post by Rosie on Jul 20, 2011 21:26:13 GMT 10
Title: Weak Hearts
Rating: PG
Couple: Gareth I/Roanna
Event: Love Long Jump
Words: 497
Summary: Roanna is concerned when Gareth is taken ill. Based off my AU fic. Thanks to Kat for proof-reading!
"May I come in?"
Gareth rubbed his eyes, and gave Roanna - Queen Roanna, he should be used to that by now - a half-amused look. "I could not prevent you if I wished it, Your Majesty. Royal privilege."
"You could," she answered, flushing. "Naxen privilege." She entered regardless; evidently Naxen privilege would be waived for the time being. Perhaps it was the fact that she currently accounted for two royals. "How are you feeling?"
He couldn't hold back a grimace as he took stock of his physical wellbeing, assuming that she wouldn't care to hear how sometimes he thought the only thing worse than seeing her with Roald was not seeing her at all. Still, he tried, leading his men off on campaigns or border patrol in the king's name, but his feet always led him back to the palace.
"As well as could be expected."
The lie didn't convince her; she came to sit in the chair which had been set out earlier for Lianne. On closer inspection, she looked far paler than usual, and it brought out dark circles under her eyes. He wondered how much her pregnancy was taking out of her, and considered having a quiet word to his healer. "Will you promise me not to overexert yourself? At least for a little while. It isn't long till winter begins." Her fingers inched next to his, folded on top of the blankets. "Roald has me confined to the palace; he is terrified I will slip and lose the heir to the throne."
"He has your safety in mind also," Gareth said gently.
"Does he?" Roanna asked, and then shook her head. "Oh, Gareth, don't mind me. I have been in a terrible mood since - well, last night."
Last night was when he had been taken ill. Pricklings down his arm, a tightness in his chest. "Lianne told me the Queenscove boy reached me first. Seems to have a prodigious talent."
"I nearly promoted him to Chief Healer on the spot," Roanna admitted, with a rueful smile, "once he told us you were fine. I can't imagine Genlith would have been too pleased with me."
"Unlikely," Gareth acknowledged, matching her smile. "It is not much to concern yourself with; I have always known I have a weak heart."
Her hand came to rest, feather-light, on top of his. "Stronger than any other man I have ever known," she said fiercely, as though daring him to contest it. "Gareth, I cannot tell you how much I regret-"
"Hush, now," he instructed, having been about to follow through with a finger on her lips, but thinking better of it. "Speaking it aloud will help neither of us."
Roanna was silent a long time after that, her eyes on their entwined hands. He watched her face, hoping for an indication of what she was thinking. Finally, she rose, and pressed her lips to his forehead. "I will leave you to rest. Please - consider staying."
Rating: PG
Couple: Gareth I/Roanna
Event: Love Long Jump
Words: 497
Summary: Roanna is concerned when Gareth is taken ill. Based off my AU fic. Thanks to Kat for proof-reading!
"May I come in?"
Gareth rubbed his eyes, and gave Roanna - Queen Roanna, he should be used to that by now - a half-amused look. "I could not prevent you if I wished it, Your Majesty. Royal privilege."
"You could," she answered, flushing. "Naxen privilege." She entered regardless; evidently Naxen privilege would be waived for the time being. Perhaps it was the fact that she currently accounted for two royals. "How are you feeling?"
He couldn't hold back a grimace as he took stock of his physical wellbeing, assuming that she wouldn't care to hear how sometimes he thought the only thing worse than seeing her with Roald was not seeing her at all. Still, he tried, leading his men off on campaigns or border patrol in the king's name, but his feet always led him back to the palace.
"As well as could be expected."
The lie didn't convince her; she came to sit in the chair which had been set out earlier for Lianne. On closer inspection, she looked far paler than usual, and it brought out dark circles under her eyes. He wondered how much her pregnancy was taking out of her, and considered having a quiet word to his healer. "Will you promise me not to overexert yourself? At least for a little while. It isn't long till winter begins." Her fingers inched next to his, folded on top of the blankets. "Roald has me confined to the palace; he is terrified I will slip and lose the heir to the throne."
"He has your safety in mind also," Gareth said gently.
"Does he?" Roanna asked, and then shook her head. "Oh, Gareth, don't mind me. I have been in a terrible mood since - well, last night."
Last night was when he had been taken ill. Pricklings down his arm, a tightness in his chest. "Lianne told me the Queenscove boy reached me first. Seems to have a prodigious talent."
"I nearly promoted him to Chief Healer on the spot," Roanna admitted, with a rueful smile, "once he told us you were fine. I can't imagine Genlith would have been too pleased with me."
"Unlikely," Gareth acknowledged, matching her smile. "It is not much to concern yourself with; I have always known I have a weak heart."
Her hand came to rest, feather-light, on top of his. "Stronger than any other man I have ever known," she said fiercely, as though daring him to contest it. "Gareth, I cannot tell you how much I regret-"
"Hush, now," he instructed, having been about to follow through with a finger on her lips, but thinking better of it. "Speaking it aloud will help neither of us."
Roanna was silent a long time after that, her eyes on their entwined hands. He watched her face, hoping for an indication of what she was thinking. Finally, she rose, and pressed her lips to his forehead. "I will leave you to rest. Please - consider staying."