Post by Elsceetaria on Dec 4, 2011 9:30:33 GMT 10
To: Allie
Message: Merry ficmas! This fic was so much fun to write.
From: Elscy
Title: Interrogation
Rating: PG
Words: 280
Wishlist Item: 1. Wyldon talking to Owen or Margarry about the other
Summary: Wyldon and Owen have a little talk.
Wyldon sat his former squire down on a chair in a room that was meant to depict power and control. Staring Sir Owen in the face, he said, “Margarry has informed me that you have asked for his hand.”
“Yes. Sit. I did do that sir.”
“Is there a reason why I had to hear about this from her?” Wyldon was close enough that Owen could feel every word the other man said.
“No, sir. I mean. I just got caught up in the moment sir.”
“You mean to tell me that you aren’t serious about my daughter?”
“No sir. I didn’t say that sir.”
“But you said that you got caught up. That doesn’t seem serious to me. Does it seem serious to you knight?”
“No sir. It doesn’t, sir. I was going to talk to you tonight, but sir, after the chamber I just saw her. Sir, I saw her, and I knew that I had to ask her then sir.”
“And why was that?”
“Because, sir, I love her, sir. I love your daughter, sir. Margarry means more than anything to me. I would give up my shield to have her if I had to, sir.”
Wyldon backed off having gotten the answer he needed. Owen took the chance to breathe but was nearly taken aback when Wyldon began to chuckle. “Sir?”
“It would be hard for you to give back your shield since you don’t have it yet. We should probably get going to that before Jon gets angry,” Wyldon said smiling. Owen started thinking things about how jolly his squiredom had been and wondered if Wyldon had borrowed the room from George of Pirate’s Swoop.
Message: Merry ficmas! This fic was so much fun to write.
From: Elscy
Title: Interrogation
Rating: PG
Words: 280
Wishlist Item: 1. Wyldon talking to Owen or Margarry about the other
Summary: Wyldon and Owen have a little talk.
Wyldon sat his former squire down on a chair in a room that was meant to depict power and control. Staring Sir Owen in the face, he said, “Margarry has informed me that you have asked for his hand.”
“Yes. Sit. I did do that sir.”
“Is there a reason why I had to hear about this from her?” Wyldon was close enough that Owen could feel every word the other man said.
“No, sir. I mean. I just got caught up in the moment sir.”
“You mean to tell me that you aren’t serious about my daughter?”
“No sir. I didn’t say that sir.”
“But you said that you got caught up. That doesn’t seem serious to me. Does it seem serious to you knight?”
“No sir. It doesn’t, sir. I was going to talk to you tonight, but sir, after the chamber I just saw her. Sir, I saw her, and I knew that I had to ask her then sir.”
“And why was that?”
“Because, sir, I love her, sir. I love your daughter, sir. Margarry means more than anything to me. I would give up my shield to have her if I had to, sir.”
Wyldon backed off having gotten the answer he needed. Owen took the chance to breathe but was nearly taken aback when Wyldon began to chuckle. “Sir?”
“It would be hard for you to give back your shield since you don’t have it yet. We should probably get going to that before Jon gets angry,” Wyldon said smiling. Owen started thinking things about how jolly his squiredom had been and wondered if Wyldon had borrowed the room from George of Pirate’s Swoop.