Post by Rosie on Jan 6, 2012 1:52:31 GMT 10
Title: Crowning Moment
Rating: PG
Prompt: #59, King for a Day
Summary: Douglass bows down to his king.
"Your most supreme and esteemable majesty, may I take this opportunity to say how well red looks on you?"
There was no response. Douglass was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable in a constant genuflection (and perhaps the king was having trouble hearing Douglass, since the knight was speaking to his knees), and he straightened, clasping his hands behind his back.
"Right. Would it please your most gracious and hirsute self to know that I will personally ensure that Sacherell is soundly punished for that small fire in your bedroom? Now, I realise that I was the one standing there at the time, and yes, I know that Sacherell is swanning around the coast at the moment, bathing in starfish and monkey milk, or whatever they have down in the south. That doesn't mean that we can discount him for a second; in fact, I think it merely confirms him as the guilty party."
The king looked neither amused nor convinced, though he did look ready to speak.
Douglass jumped in first. "What do you say to a new cushion, and we can forget all about this little mess? I can throw in a brush as well? Oh, don't look at me like that, Your Majesty, I know you got singed, and I'm sorry for it. May we be friends again? I could be your Prime Minister?"
Silence.
Douglass pulled a face at his regent. "You know, you're a great deal stuffier since you became king. It's not very becoming."
--
"Thayet, I don't have time for-"
Thayet placed her hand over her husband's mouth, and shushed him. "Cythera said we'd want to see this," she said in a low tone, gesturing to the door of the Throne Room.
The door was, unusually, ajar a little way, enough so Jon and Thayet could glimpse the interior.
"Is that Lord Theodore?" Jonathan asked, his mouth twitching with amusement. "Wait - is that Lord Theodore in my crown?"
"That is King Lord Theodore, apparently," Thayet informed him gravely. "And Douglass swore fealty to him not half an hour ago."
Jonathan clapped his own hand over his mouth this time, his shoulders trembling with laughter. Once he felt able to control himself, he murmured, "Shouldn't that be 'King Theodore'?"
"You're quibbling about a title when there's a bear sitting in your crown?" Thayet asked, her eyes shining with suppressed mirth.
Quite.
Jon's chuckles faded as he looked at his wife, really looked at her for the first time in weeks. Her face was transformed with the laughter, and she looked younger than he had ever seen her, without the worries of a kingdom weighing her down.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I thought to save you from your past, and I shackled you to my future instead."
She cupped his face tenderly. "Oh, Jon. It won't always be this hard. We'll make it through this famine."
He nodded, reaching for her hand. "Of course we will," he said firmly. "And should we fail, at least there's somebody reliable to take over who suits my crown."
Thayet's mouth quirked into a smile. "You know, Gary gets back from Galla tomorrow," she said slowly. "After that, we'll be tied up in meetings and negotiations. I think it would be prudent to have this afternoon to ourselves."
"Well, it is important to be prudent," Jonathan said, threading his fingers through hers. As they drew away from the door to the throne room, he glanced back, and shook his head. "Mithros. I give that man state secrets."
Rating: PG
Prompt: #59, King for a Day
Summary: Douglass bows down to his king.
"Your most supreme and esteemable majesty, may I take this opportunity to say how well red looks on you?"
There was no response. Douglass was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable in a constant genuflection (and perhaps the king was having trouble hearing Douglass, since the knight was speaking to his knees), and he straightened, clasping his hands behind his back.
"Right. Would it please your most gracious and hirsute self to know that I will personally ensure that Sacherell is soundly punished for that small fire in your bedroom? Now, I realise that I was the one standing there at the time, and yes, I know that Sacherell is swanning around the coast at the moment, bathing in starfish and monkey milk, or whatever they have down in the south. That doesn't mean that we can discount him for a second; in fact, I think it merely confirms him as the guilty party."
The king looked neither amused nor convinced, though he did look ready to speak.
Douglass jumped in first. "What do you say to a new cushion, and we can forget all about this little mess? I can throw in a brush as well? Oh, don't look at me like that, Your Majesty, I know you got singed, and I'm sorry for it. May we be friends again? I could be your Prime Minister?"
Silence.
Douglass pulled a face at his regent. "You know, you're a great deal stuffier since you became king. It's not very becoming."
--
"Thayet, I don't have time for-"
Thayet placed her hand over her husband's mouth, and shushed him. "Cythera said we'd want to see this," she said in a low tone, gesturing to the door of the Throne Room.
The door was, unusually, ajar a little way, enough so Jon and Thayet could glimpse the interior.
"Is that Lord Theodore?" Jonathan asked, his mouth twitching with amusement. "Wait - is that Lord Theodore in my crown?"
"That is King Lord Theodore, apparently," Thayet informed him gravely. "And Douglass swore fealty to him not half an hour ago."
Jonathan clapped his own hand over his mouth this time, his shoulders trembling with laughter. Once he felt able to control himself, he murmured, "Shouldn't that be 'King Theodore'?"
"You're quibbling about a title when there's a bear sitting in your crown?" Thayet asked, her eyes shining with suppressed mirth.
Quite.
Jon's chuckles faded as he looked at his wife, really looked at her for the first time in weeks. Her face was transformed with the laughter, and she looked younger than he had ever seen her, without the worries of a kingdom weighing her down.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I thought to save you from your past, and I shackled you to my future instead."
She cupped his face tenderly. "Oh, Jon. It won't always be this hard. We'll make it through this famine."
He nodded, reaching for her hand. "Of course we will," he said firmly. "And should we fail, at least there's somebody reliable to take over who suits my crown."
Thayet's mouth quirked into a smile. "You know, Gary gets back from Galla tomorrow," she said slowly. "After that, we'll be tied up in meetings and negotiations. I think it would be prudent to have this afternoon to ourselves."
"Well, it is important to be prudent," Jonathan said, threading his fingers through hers. As they drew away from the door to the throne room, he glanced back, and shook his head. "Mithros. I give that man state secrets."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!