Post by Rosie on Nov 13, 2011 22:40:10 GMT 10
Title: A Loyal Servant
Rating: PG
Prompt: #44: Rejection
Summary: Vania tries to get Zahir to notice her. For Kat, since it's her current favourite pairing
"You won't even look at me now," Vania protested, propping her head up on her left hand, elbow resting on the table.
"How perceptive of you," Zahir commented, scratching out the line he had just written. "It's almost as though when I told you I would be working in here, I was telling the truth."
Vania huffed out a sigh, flicking through the book she had sworn she would be reading quietly, when she had not been telling the truth. "Is this about my father?"
There was barely a flicker over Zahir's face, and even as he spoke, he continued writing. "Yes, Princess. It is precisely about your father. If I do not finish the report he specifically requested of me, he will skin me alive. I happen to be very attached to my skin."
"You aren't his squire any longer," Vania began, building up to the speech prepared, about how, yes, she might be merely sixteen (well, almost sixteen), but she knew what she wanted.
"I am still his subject, Princess," Zahir replied, cutting her dead. He scribbled out another line, muttering something fiercely under his breath. "His very loyal subject."
She rose, and moved to stand behind his left shoulder. "Let me see. I write reports out for Mama from the Riders all the time. I might be able to help."
As she reached for the parchment, he pinned her wrist to the table in a quick movement. Excitement bubbled in her chest; she had worried that this would be a step too far, but at least he was finally taking notice of her. When his dark, burning eyes met hers, though, she knew she had misstepped.
"Leave," he bit out. "Now." There was none of the friendly, almost affectionate 'Princess' he had taken to calling her, when she confessed that she hated being called 'Your Highness'.
Humiliated, frustrated, she ran.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #44: Rejection
Summary: Vania tries to get Zahir to notice her. For Kat, since it's her current favourite pairing
"You won't even look at me now," Vania protested, propping her head up on her left hand, elbow resting on the table.
"How perceptive of you," Zahir commented, scratching out the line he had just written. "It's almost as though when I told you I would be working in here, I was telling the truth."
Vania huffed out a sigh, flicking through the book she had sworn she would be reading quietly, when she had not been telling the truth. "Is this about my father?"
There was barely a flicker over Zahir's face, and even as he spoke, he continued writing. "Yes, Princess. It is precisely about your father. If I do not finish the report he specifically requested of me, he will skin me alive. I happen to be very attached to my skin."
"You aren't his squire any longer," Vania began, building up to the speech prepared, about how, yes, she might be merely sixteen (well, almost sixteen), but she knew what she wanted.
"I am still his subject, Princess," Zahir replied, cutting her dead. He scribbled out another line, muttering something fiercely under his breath. "His very loyal subject."
She rose, and moved to stand behind his left shoulder. "Let me see. I write reports out for Mama from the Riders all the time. I might be able to help."
As she reached for the parchment, he pinned her wrist to the table in a quick movement. Excitement bubbled in her chest; she had worried that this would be a step too far, but at least he was finally taking notice of her. When his dark, burning eyes met hers, though, she knew she had misstepped.
"Leave," he bit out. "Now." There was none of the friendly, almost affectionate 'Princess' he had taken to calling her, when she confessed that she hated being called 'Your Highness'.
Humiliated, frustrated, she ran.
I love the way you've written this.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!