Post by Alliecat on Feb 23, 2013 17:51:57 GMT 10
Title: Founded on Feathers
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~1060
Prompt: #1 – Kel/Jon
Summary: There are some things Neal was never meant to know, and Jon was one of them.
A/N: Infinite apologies for this being so late, but I hope you like it anyway! Happy super belated Valentine’s Day! I always forget how much I love K/J- I should definitely write them more. The fandom can always use more of it!
:::
“The king’s back in town,” Neal offers over breakfast.
Kel shrugs as she swallows her eggs. “I hadn’t realized he was gone.”
Neal scoffs. “Yes you did. We attended, like, two dozen ceremonies before he left. A different one for every possible branch of the kingdom.”
Kel smirks. “Ah, I remember now. That was the most standing I think I’d ever done.”
Neal smiles, but shakes his head. “No, the most standing we’ve ever done was at the king’s arrival ceremony after last year’s tour.” Neal pauses, glancing at the large clock on the wall. “Which they should be announcing any moment.”
“Lovely,” Kel murmurs. “My back hurts.”
“Let’s get there early so we can get a spot in the back of the hall. I’ll let you lean on me.”
“Ever the gentleman.”
Neal winks. “You know it.”
:::
“I’m sure the Stump positioned us near the King’s throne just to spite us,” Neal mutters. “I mean look at all that space in the back. If they don’t look out, someone could launch an attack from there.”
“Shut up,” Kel says, hiding a grin. “If Lord Wyldon hears you he’ll make you kneel next to the King. You’ll wish you were standing.”
“I’d like to see him try,” Neal replies, donning his best scowl. “I have my very own pointy stick now, and I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.”
“Shh, they’re coming,” Kel mutters, rising her sword in time with the drums. When Jonathan enters the room there’s no denying his power and grace, and even Neal falls silent at his presence. The procession is surprisingly short, with only a few of the King’s trusted advisors trailing behind him. The length is of no matter, however, for Jonathan draws all the attention, from his elegant cloak to his straight, strong nose.
Once he’s seated it’s as if Jonathan is staring directly at her, and perhaps he is, for when Kel nods he returns in kind. She’s unsure exactly what she’s agreed to, but her stomach buzzes with anticipation and excitement.
:::
Three hours later, when the ceremony final ends, Neal slumps against the wall despite Wyldon’s stern glare. “Well, that was as terrible as expected. Merric and some of the boys are going to be in the tavern later. Care to join us?”
Kel, who’s still gazing at King Jonathan, blinks back to Neal. “Thanks, but I think I’m going to head back to my room. Get some sleep.”
“Suit yourself,” Neal replies. “I’ll have four drinks for you.”
Kel’s watching Neal meander his way out of the hall when she hears someone clear his throat behind her. She whirls around and is startled to find the King standing before her. “Y-Your Majesty,” she stammers.
Jonathan inclines his head and smiles. “Knight Keladry. I was hoping I could talk to you about your newest assignment.”
There’s still an aurora of grandeur surrounding him, and it’s impossible to say no. An hour later she finds herself falling in bed with her king, and when the night is over she’s left with a wink and a “I hope to see you again soon.”
Hastily running through the halls in the early morning, Kel wants nothing else more.
:::
Kel runs into Jonathan a week later as she’s passing the royal stables. He’s covered in hay and dust and somehow even more attractive than when she saw him last.
“Hello,” he says, and Kel curses his voice for being so enchanting. “How are you, Sir Keladry?”
“Fine,” she replies, using all of her Yamani training to keep her face stone. “And you?”
“Never better,” he says, grinning. “Actually, I have quite a bit of free time today. Perhaps you’d like to come by and chat?” There’s no wink this time, but there’s also no hiding his intentions.
“Perhaps I will.”
She does.
:::
“You seem happier,” Neal tells her at lunch Saturday afternoon.
“Happier? I didn’t seem happy before?” Kel’s arms are crossed, and Neal shrinks back.
“No, you’re just so much brighter these days.” He pauses, watching her watch him. “It’s good!”
“If you say so,” she murmurs.
There’s more silence, then a thought dawns on Neal. “You don’t have a man, do you?”
Kel lowers her fork from her mouth. “Neal, the palace is a small space. If I had a lover, you’d know.”
Neal tilts his head to the side. “Really? I’m not so sure.”
Kel just grins.
:::
“So much has changed since I was a page,” Jon says sleepily. He yawns slightly and Kel smiles, running her hand over his bare chest.
“In a good way?” she asks.
“Mostly yes.” He touches Kel’s cheek with the back of his hand, smiling back at her. “Without them I wouldn’t have met you.”
“You don’t know that,” she says, fiddling with the sheets.
Jon stretches, and after yawning widely, rests his arm around her shoulder. “Perhaps not. But even if I did meet you, I wouldn’t have met the real you. You were born to be here in Corus. To be a knight.”
Kel blushes slightly, but forces her cheeks to return to their normal complexion. “You said ‘mostly.’ What are the bad parts?”
Jon chuckles. “To be honest, the rules. Back then, when we were running around, it felt like there was no one there to tell us what to do. To tell us how to hold our swords, yes, but after dinner we were free.”
He pauses, gazing wistfully at the ceiling. Kel, interrupting his moment of nostalgia, snorts. “That may have had something to do with the fact that you were the prince. And that your uncle was the training master.”
“Maybe,” he acknowledges, grinning, “But I highly doubt that Alanna would have been able to get her secret past Wyldon and all his rules today. She certainly had more freedom than you did.”
Kel murmurs in agreement. “I will say that Lord Wyldon is quite the fan of rules.”
“I suppose they make his job easier,” Jon replies, “But sometimes I wish I had hired a training master who liked fun. Uncle Gareth liked fun.”
“Once again, he was your uncle. I sense a bias.”
“Details, details.” Jon tickles her side, and grins when Kel yelps. “But you can’t deny that I’m much more fun than Wyldon.”
“Well,” Kel says, tickling him back, “I suppose I do like fun.”
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~1060
Prompt: #1 – Kel/Jon
Summary: There are some things Neal was never meant to know, and Jon was one of them.
A/N: Infinite apologies for this being so late, but I hope you like it anyway! Happy super belated Valentine’s Day! I always forget how much I love K/J- I should definitely write them more. The fandom can always use more of it!
:::
“The king’s back in town,” Neal offers over breakfast.
Kel shrugs as she swallows her eggs. “I hadn’t realized he was gone.”
Neal scoffs. “Yes you did. We attended, like, two dozen ceremonies before he left. A different one for every possible branch of the kingdom.”
Kel smirks. “Ah, I remember now. That was the most standing I think I’d ever done.”
Neal smiles, but shakes his head. “No, the most standing we’ve ever done was at the king’s arrival ceremony after last year’s tour.” Neal pauses, glancing at the large clock on the wall. “Which they should be announcing any moment.”
“Lovely,” Kel murmurs. “My back hurts.”
“Let’s get there early so we can get a spot in the back of the hall. I’ll let you lean on me.”
“Ever the gentleman.”
Neal winks. “You know it.”
:::
“I’m sure the Stump positioned us near the King’s throne just to spite us,” Neal mutters. “I mean look at all that space in the back. If they don’t look out, someone could launch an attack from there.”
“Shut up,” Kel says, hiding a grin. “If Lord Wyldon hears you he’ll make you kneel next to the King. You’ll wish you were standing.”
“I’d like to see him try,” Neal replies, donning his best scowl. “I have my very own pointy stick now, and I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.”
“Shh, they’re coming,” Kel mutters, rising her sword in time with the drums. When Jonathan enters the room there’s no denying his power and grace, and even Neal falls silent at his presence. The procession is surprisingly short, with only a few of the King’s trusted advisors trailing behind him. The length is of no matter, however, for Jonathan draws all the attention, from his elegant cloak to his straight, strong nose.
Once he’s seated it’s as if Jonathan is staring directly at her, and perhaps he is, for when Kel nods he returns in kind. She’s unsure exactly what she’s agreed to, but her stomach buzzes with anticipation and excitement.
:::
Three hours later, when the ceremony final ends, Neal slumps against the wall despite Wyldon’s stern glare. “Well, that was as terrible as expected. Merric and some of the boys are going to be in the tavern later. Care to join us?”
Kel, who’s still gazing at King Jonathan, blinks back to Neal. “Thanks, but I think I’m going to head back to my room. Get some sleep.”
“Suit yourself,” Neal replies. “I’ll have four drinks for you.”
Kel’s watching Neal meander his way out of the hall when she hears someone clear his throat behind her. She whirls around and is startled to find the King standing before her. “Y-Your Majesty,” she stammers.
Jonathan inclines his head and smiles. “Knight Keladry. I was hoping I could talk to you about your newest assignment.”
There’s still an aurora of grandeur surrounding him, and it’s impossible to say no. An hour later she finds herself falling in bed with her king, and when the night is over she’s left with a wink and a “I hope to see you again soon.”
Hastily running through the halls in the early morning, Kel wants nothing else more.
:::
Kel runs into Jonathan a week later as she’s passing the royal stables. He’s covered in hay and dust and somehow even more attractive than when she saw him last.
“Hello,” he says, and Kel curses his voice for being so enchanting. “How are you, Sir Keladry?”
“Fine,” she replies, using all of her Yamani training to keep her face stone. “And you?”
“Never better,” he says, grinning. “Actually, I have quite a bit of free time today. Perhaps you’d like to come by and chat?” There’s no wink this time, but there’s also no hiding his intentions.
“Perhaps I will.”
She does.
:::
“You seem happier,” Neal tells her at lunch Saturday afternoon.
“Happier? I didn’t seem happy before?” Kel’s arms are crossed, and Neal shrinks back.
“No, you’re just so much brighter these days.” He pauses, watching her watch him. “It’s good!”
“If you say so,” she murmurs.
There’s more silence, then a thought dawns on Neal. “You don’t have a man, do you?”
Kel lowers her fork from her mouth. “Neal, the palace is a small space. If I had a lover, you’d know.”
Neal tilts his head to the side. “Really? I’m not so sure.”
Kel just grins.
:::
“So much has changed since I was a page,” Jon says sleepily. He yawns slightly and Kel smiles, running her hand over his bare chest.
“In a good way?” she asks.
“Mostly yes.” He touches Kel’s cheek with the back of his hand, smiling back at her. “Without them I wouldn’t have met you.”
“You don’t know that,” she says, fiddling with the sheets.
Jon stretches, and after yawning widely, rests his arm around her shoulder. “Perhaps not. But even if I did meet you, I wouldn’t have met the real you. You were born to be here in Corus. To be a knight.”
Kel blushes slightly, but forces her cheeks to return to their normal complexion. “You said ‘mostly.’ What are the bad parts?”
Jon chuckles. “To be honest, the rules. Back then, when we were running around, it felt like there was no one there to tell us what to do. To tell us how to hold our swords, yes, but after dinner we were free.”
He pauses, gazing wistfully at the ceiling. Kel, interrupting his moment of nostalgia, snorts. “That may have had something to do with the fact that you were the prince. And that your uncle was the training master.”
“Maybe,” he acknowledges, grinning, “But I highly doubt that Alanna would have been able to get her secret past Wyldon and all his rules today. She certainly had more freedom than you did.”
Kel murmurs in agreement. “I will say that Lord Wyldon is quite the fan of rules.”
“I suppose they make his job easier,” Jon replies, “But sometimes I wish I had hired a training master who liked fun. Uncle Gareth liked fun.”
“Once again, he was your uncle. I sense a bias.”
“Details, details.” Jon tickles her side, and grins when Kel yelps. “But you can’t deny that I’m much more fun than Wyldon.”
“Well,” Kel says, tickling him back, “I suppose I do like fun.”