Post by Katty on Dec 2, 2012 13:48:42 GMT 10
Title: Party Pains
Rating: G
Prompt: #2 - Festivities
Summary: The Midwinter festivities prove too much for Roger.
Notes: I threatened Griff with her fic debut - voila! Newly returned to fic-writing so I apologise for being a bit rusty.
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Taking a sip of wine, Alex nodded, pretending to agree with Gary’s rant about one of Carthak’s export monopolies. He discretely scanned the ballroom, searching the glittering decorations and crowds of nobles for a method of escape. His eyes lingered on a clutch of giggling noblewomen; perhaps he could steer Gary towards them, savig himself from boredom.
“Squire,” came a deep voice from behind Alex. Gary paused his rant – thank gods, thought Alex - and bowed, murmuring a greeting. Alex, recognizing the voice of his new Knight-Master, turned and followed suit.
The Duke of Conte nodded at the two squires, and limped closer. Seeing the pained expression on the Duke’s face, Alex rushed to assist. Roger gripped Alex’s shoulder and leaned heavily on him, trying to take the weight off his injured foot.
“Your Grace,” began Alex, “should we call for Duke Baird?”
Roger grimaced. “No need,” he informed his squire. “I fear tonight’s festivities have gotten the better of me.” He jerked his head towards the middle of the ballroom, where about a dozen couples were dancing. “One particular festivity, to be be more precise.”
Alex and Gary followed Roger’s line of sight to a petite blonde in pale blue, dancing rather… vigorously. Her current dancing partner, Sir Bartholomew of Hollyrose, was making a valiant attempt to lead the dance. Every so often, though, he would grimace in pain as a kick or swing went awry. The other couples dancing took care to give the two a wide berth, but the lady appeared oblivious.
“Is that the daughter of Sir Halway of Griff?” Gary asked, looking alarmed. “She did this to you while… dancing?”
“Not exactly,” Roger said, delicately. “I gave the Lady certain, ah, suggestions regarding her dancing. She took exception to them. With her foot.”
Gary stared at Roger, while Alex cringed. Perhaps the Duke's charm didn't work on everyone, then.
The Duke cleared his throat, and looked down at Alex. “Squire, I require assistance getting to my rooms,” he said. Roger nodded curtly at Gary. “Good night, young Naxen.”
Rating: G
Prompt: #2 - Festivities
Summary: The Midwinter festivities prove too much for Roger.
Notes: I threatened Griff with her fic debut - voila! Newly returned to fic-writing so I apologise for being a bit rusty.
- - -
Taking a sip of wine, Alex nodded, pretending to agree with Gary’s rant about one of Carthak’s export monopolies. He discretely scanned the ballroom, searching the glittering decorations and crowds of nobles for a method of escape. His eyes lingered on a clutch of giggling noblewomen; perhaps he could steer Gary towards them, savig himself from boredom.
“Squire,” came a deep voice from behind Alex. Gary paused his rant – thank gods, thought Alex - and bowed, murmuring a greeting. Alex, recognizing the voice of his new Knight-Master, turned and followed suit.
The Duke of Conte nodded at the two squires, and limped closer. Seeing the pained expression on the Duke’s face, Alex rushed to assist. Roger gripped Alex’s shoulder and leaned heavily on him, trying to take the weight off his injured foot.
“Your Grace,” began Alex, “should we call for Duke Baird?”
Roger grimaced. “No need,” he informed his squire. “I fear tonight’s festivities have gotten the better of me.” He jerked his head towards the middle of the ballroom, where about a dozen couples were dancing. “One particular festivity, to be be more precise.”
Alex and Gary followed Roger’s line of sight to a petite blonde in pale blue, dancing rather… vigorously. Her current dancing partner, Sir Bartholomew of Hollyrose, was making a valiant attempt to lead the dance. Every so often, though, he would grimace in pain as a kick or swing went awry. The other couples dancing took care to give the two a wide berth, but the lady appeared oblivious.
“Is that the daughter of Sir Halway of Griff?” Gary asked, looking alarmed. “She did this to you while… dancing?”
“Not exactly,” Roger said, delicately. “I gave the Lady certain, ah, suggestions regarding her dancing. She took exception to them. With her foot.”
Gary stared at Roger, while Alex cringed. Perhaps the Duke's charm didn't work on everyone, then.
The Duke cleared his throat, and looked down at Alex. “Squire, I require assistance getting to my rooms,” he said. Roger nodded curtly at Gary. “Good night, young Naxen.”