Post by mistrali on Apr 9, 2013 20:38:33 GMT 10
Title: Respite
Rating: G
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Word Count: 385
Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kally and Kaddar argue.
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Respite
Even Kaddar, long used to Ozorne's extravagance, had to admit Kally's private chambers looked tasteful. The room still bore traces of its former Carthaki resplendence, but the plain teak furnishings were Tortallan to the core. The starkness was balanced by richly coloured tapestries, ornate lamps and curtains of sheer gold. Kalasin sat on a chair, her belly now too round for her to move without effort, and leafed through a pile of documents about the Scanran treasury.
"How is it - the child, I mean?" asked Kaddar. "Have you been eating well, resting?"
"I wish you wouldn't keep asking me that," she said wearily. "It's the same as it was four days ago."
"Forgive me for being concerned about my heir," he snapped.
"Do you know what it is to be stuck in these few rooms for months on end?" she demanded. "I can't ride or travel or meet people, I spend the mornings throwing up what little I managed to eat the night before, and my gowns are being let out by the week. And then you - you spend four days in Ekallatum and the first thing you ask me is how my child is."
Kaddar took several deep breaths until he felt able to speak without throwing something. "Look. I've been negotiating with Sirajit idiots all morning. If you're going to be -"
"Kaddar... I'm still your wife. I miss our morning rides and our trips to the hanging gardens. And talking to you about normal things. Don't you?" She placed a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, realising how much he longed for her company, and contrite at having forgotten how confinement would bore her to tears.
"I'm sorry. I haven't been paying much attention lately. In between the rebellions on the western coast, the difficulties with the Scanran trade, the Sirajit governor braying for more land and you with child, I think we both forgot to breathe. Shall we...?" He stopped, feeling inordinately foolish at having to ask his own wife on what amounted to a lovers' outing, but pressed on.
"Shall we arrange a carriage tomorrow morning, then, and pay a visit to the city? Just the two of us and a slave," he added, guessing her objection. "No politics, no retinue. Gods know we both need it."
Rating: G
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Word Count: 385
Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kally and Kaddar argue.
__________
Respite
Even Kaddar, long used to Ozorne's extravagance, had to admit Kally's private chambers looked tasteful. The room still bore traces of its former Carthaki resplendence, but the plain teak furnishings were Tortallan to the core. The starkness was balanced by richly coloured tapestries, ornate lamps and curtains of sheer gold. Kalasin sat on a chair, her belly now too round for her to move without effort, and leafed through a pile of documents about the Scanran treasury.
"How is it - the child, I mean?" asked Kaddar. "Have you been eating well, resting?"
"I wish you wouldn't keep asking me that," she said wearily. "It's the same as it was four days ago."
"Forgive me for being concerned about my heir," he snapped.
"Do you know what it is to be stuck in these few rooms for months on end?" she demanded. "I can't ride or travel or meet people, I spend the mornings throwing up what little I managed to eat the night before, and my gowns are being let out by the week. And then you - you spend four days in Ekallatum and the first thing you ask me is how my child is."
Kaddar took several deep breaths until he felt able to speak without throwing something. "Look. I've been negotiating with Sirajit idiots all morning. If you're going to be -"
"Kaddar... I'm still your wife. I miss our morning rides and our trips to the hanging gardens. And talking to you about normal things. Don't you?" She placed a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, realising how much he longed for her company, and contrite at having forgotten how confinement would bore her to tears.
"I'm sorry. I haven't been paying much attention lately. In between the rebellions on the western coast, the difficulties with the Scanran trade, the Sirajit governor braying for more land and you with child, I think we both forgot to breathe. Shall we...?" He stopped, feeling inordinately foolish at having to ask his own wife on what amounted to a lovers' outing, but pressed on.
"Shall we arrange a carriage tomorrow morning, then, and pay a visit to the city? Just the two of us and a slave," he added, guessing her objection. "No politics, no retinue. Gods know we both need it."