Post by opalgirl on Jul 7, 2011 11:04:02 GMT 10
Title: Mystery Man
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Kalasin jian Wilima
Event: Donkey discus
Words: 256
Summary: Kalasin observes one of her daughter's very powerful suitors. AU.
Notes: I have no idea where this came from or even if it might work in canon at all. Oh, well.
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“Princess Thayet.” The young man, wearing enough gems and precious metals to be brighter than any K’mir camp on a festival day, kissed Thayet’s hand, a smile playing on his lips. “No one mentioned that the Warlord was fortunate enough to have such a lovely wife and daughter.”
Thayet murmured a polite response, but anyone who knew how to read her would see how uncomfortable she was. Not even Saren nobility showed so much wealth, not in these times.
He was seated at Thayet’s left hand for dinner that evening, and Kalasin overheard bits of their conversation as Adigun steadfastly ignored her. He told Thayet about the horses bred in his homeland, and the great temples and altars and of the university. He bragged of his father’s conquests and wealth and of the beauty of his land, but young men were wont to boast.
He was charming, certainly, and when he smiled, it reached his eyes. He listened when Thayet spoke, and seemed to at least know a little of her interests. Sent by his father to secure a betrothal neither of them had expected much from him. The entitled and only son of a very powerful ruler was likely used to getting what he wished.
He didn’t remind her of Adigun in the slightest, which relieved her: in fact, the Warlord seemed to disapprove of the young heir.
Might her daughter become Empress of Carthak? She wondered as she watched them dance. Nothing was certain and Kalasin knew very little of Carthak, after all, but it might be less harsh than Sarain.
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Kalasin jian Wilima
Event: Donkey discus
Words: 256
Summary: Kalasin observes one of her daughter's very powerful suitors. AU.
Notes: I have no idea where this came from or even if it might work in canon at all. Oh, well.
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“Princess Thayet.” The young man, wearing enough gems and precious metals to be brighter than any K’mir camp on a festival day, kissed Thayet’s hand, a smile playing on his lips. “No one mentioned that the Warlord was fortunate enough to have such a lovely wife and daughter.”
Thayet murmured a polite response, but anyone who knew how to read her would see how uncomfortable she was. Not even Saren nobility showed so much wealth, not in these times.
He was seated at Thayet’s left hand for dinner that evening, and Kalasin overheard bits of their conversation as Adigun steadfastly ignored her. He told Thayet about the horses bred in his homeland, and the great temples and altars and of the university. He bragged of his father’s conquests and wealth and of the beauty of his land, but young men were wont to boast.
He was charming, certainly, and when he smiled, it reached his eyes. He listened when Thayet spoke, and seemed to at least know a little of her interests. Sent by his father to secure a betrothal neither of them had expected much from him. The entitled and only son of a very powerful ruler was likely used to getting what he wished.
He didn’t remind her of Adigun in the slightest, which relieved her: in fact, the Warlord seemed to disapprove of the young heir.
Might her daughter become Empress of Carthak? She wondered as she watched them dance. Nothing was certain and Kalasin knew very little of Carthak, after all, but it might be less harsh than Sarain.