Post by imaginemi on Dec 11, 2013 6:43:02 GMT 10
Title: Sisters
Rating: G
For: Ankhiale
Prompt: Sarai fix-it fic
Summary: Dove, on Sarai's queen-ship
Notes: Just a basic overview on how Dove sees Sarai as queen. Hope you like it!
They had always been a team and Sarai’s new status as queen made no difference. Sarai was the beautiful sister, who everyone loved for her charm and actions and could calm the angriest crowd. Dove was the bookish, intelligent, quiet sister, listening from under Sarai’s shadow.
During the day they rarely spoke. Sarai spent the days meeting with people, sending messages, meeting more people, and making decisions. Dove watched as Sarai made her first tour around the Isles, completely quashed the remaining contention against her rule, redistributed and reorganized the land, did her best to fix the treasury, and began to rewrite the Isles’ legal system, modelling it after the Tortallan, Carthaki, and Marenite system to ensure that the Rittevons could never happen again.
(Dove liked to tease her that she might as well step down and bring in a system where the people voted for their own laws, an idea that both of them laughed at.)
Nights, however, the time right before bed when Sarai could take of her crown and relax, nights was their time. Nights was when Sarai complained freely about her duties and the nobles, particularly men, she talked to, and expressed her concerns about the people. Ruling was much more complicated than Sarai had anticipated, but she was well equipped for it and learning quickly.
And Sarai was an excellent queen, beautiful, kind, and never letting her heart rule her head. As she rode through the streets she always had that air that said she genuinely cared about the people, often slipping off her horse to talk to Men flocked to her in droves, all hoping to marry her, and Sarai flirted with them with little reserve, but her heart had been taken, and it was in Carthak. Sarai hid her lingering love for Zaimid well, refusing to consider marrying. As she told Dove, a single queen had so much more power than a married one.
On occasion, Dove wondered what would have happened if Sarai had left with Zaimid, as she confessed she had considered. She supposed she would have been queen (an awful thought) and Aly would have stayed. She was glad Sarai hadn’t. The people loved Sarai, and Sarai loved the people.
And Dove? She was happy staying quiet and unobtrusive, organizing information she gathered, Sarai’s counselor, confidant, and Spymaster-in-training.
Forever Sarai’s younger sister.
Rating: G
For: Ankhiale
Prompt: Sarai fix-it fic
Summary: Dove, on Sarai's queen-ship
Notes: Just a basic overview on how Dove sees Sarai as queen. Hope you like it!
They had always been a team and Sarai’s new status as queen made no difference. Sarai was the beautiful sister, who everyone loved for her charm and actions and could calm the angriest crowd. Dove was the bookish, intelligent, quiet sister, listening from under Sarai’s shadow.
During the day they rarely spoke. Sarai spent the days meeting with people, sending messages, meeting more people, and making decisions. Dove watched as Sarai made her first tour around the Isles, completely quashed the remaining contention against her rule, redistributed and reorganized the land, did her best to fix the treasury, and began to rewrite the Isles’ legal system, modelling it after the Tortallan, Carthaki, and Marenite system to ensure that the Rittevons could never happen again.
(Dove liked to tease her that she might as well step down and bring in a system where the people voted for their own laws, an idea that both of them laughed at.)
Nights, however, the time right before bed when Sarai could take of her crown and relax, nights was their time. Nights was when Sarai complained freely about her duties and the nobles, particularly men, she talked to, and expressed her concerns about the people. Ruling was much more complicated than Sarai had anticipated, but she was well equipped for it and learning quickly.
And Sarai was an excellent queen, beautiful, kind, and never letting her heart rule her head. As she rode through the streets she always had that air that said she genuinely cared about the people, often slipping off her horse to talk to Men flocked to her in droves, all hoping to marry her, and Sarai flirted with them with little reserve, but her heart had been taken, and it was in Carthak. Sarai hid her lingering love for Zaimid well, refusing to consider marrying. As she told Dove, a single queen had so much more power than a married one.
On occasion, Dove wondered what would have happened if Sarai had left with Zaimid, as she confessed she had considered. She supposed she would have been queen (an awful thought) and Aly would have stayed. She was glad Sarai hadn’t. The people loved Sarai, and Sarai loved the people.
And Dove? She was happy staying quiet and unobtrusive, organizing information she gathered, Sarai’s counselor, confidant, and Spymaster-in-training.
Forever Sarai’s younger sister.