Post by sunshinerose4 on Dec 15, 2014 15:57:19 GMT 10
Title:Token of Favor
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language comparable to what is in Tammy's books.
For: Tamari
Prompt: Kel/Lerant fanfic
Summary: During the progress, Lerant defends Kel's honor and receives a token of her favor.
Token of Favor
On her journey down the alley between the triangles of tents erected to accommodate the hundreds of members of the progress attending the king and queen to do sufficient justice to their grandeur, Kel wasn’t certain whether she first saw or hear Lerant brawling with some knight whose name she didn’t know, but who, by the sound of his yelling, was very acquainted with hers.
“The Girl isn’t a whore,” Lerant spat, interrupting the knight’s tirade, during which the kindest thing he had uttered about Kel was that she was a tart, with a vicious punch to the yapping jaw, as Kel surged forward, trying to decide in record time whether she wanted to break up the fight or add her own flailing fists to the fray. “You must have confused her with your wife.”
“You son of a bitch!” growled the knight, swinging at Lerant’s left eye.
Intercepting the blow and aiming it harmlessly off to the side, Kel suggested in the polite tone she reserved just for those who made her daydream of disemboweling them, “This disagreement seems to be about me. Why don’t we settle it in the lists, sir?”
“I won’t disgrace my name by fighting a girl, no matter how unladylike she is.” The knight’s snort contained more derision than any Peachblossom had ever breathed. “I will inform my lord Raoul that his standard-bearer is the most insolent beast I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet, though.”
Leaving that final threat to ring in their ears, the knight strode off, doubtlessly to bestow more compliments on other lucky individuals.
“Thank you for defending my honor.” Kel licked lips that suddenly felt dry as the Southern Desert.
“I was defending my lord’s honor, not yours.” Ducking his head, Lerant took an inordinate interest in the knuckles of his right hand. “He accused Lord Raoul of bedding you.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushing, Kel found that her eyes couldn’t land anywhere but the knuckles that Lerant was scrutinizing, and that made her realize that the skin was jagged with flecks of blood jutting out. Grateful for a straightforward manner in which to proceed, Kel fumbled around in her pocket and withdrew a handkerchief, which she thrust into Lerant’s palm. “Take this and wrap it around your knuckles. It will staunch the bleeding.”
“Right,” mumbled Lerant, winding the makeshift bandage around his battered knuckles. “May I ask you a favor?”
“You may ask anything you like.” Kel’s mouth quirked. “Whether or not I do it is entirely up to me.”
“Don’t tell my lord about this.” Lerant was chomping into his lower lip so fiercely that it was probably on the verge of bleeding as well. “He’d be very disappointed in me for losing what he calls my notorious temper again.”
“I don’t need to tell Lord Raoul anything.” Kel jerked her chin in the direction the knight had disappeared. “Our friend is already going to blurt out everything.”
“No.” Lerant’s eyes glittered like snake scales. “He’ll be too proud to admit that he got beat up by a servant boy from a treasonous line. His own honor will keep his lips sealed like a grave.”
“Then you don’t need to learn about my lord ever learning your secret, because I’m not a snitch.” Remembering to be gracious to one who had fought on her behalf for whatever reason, she added, “Since that’s not a favor, you may ask one more, and I will consider whether to grant it.”
“Dom has been singing me romantic ballads without end during our travels like he’s my very own troubador.” Lerant’s gaze was scanning Kel’s face in a fashion that made her feel the way she did when her nostrils were too full with the strong incense that deluged chapel during Midwinter. “I’ve grown rather fond of them, so, fair lady—“ Here, Lerant paused long enough to give Kel a bow that managed to be both respectful and mocking—“I was wondering if I might be given cause for hope that I could be your champion.”
Abruptly deciding that this was a chance for the girl who was training to be a lady knight to shine like a pearl, Kel flashed a smile that she knew from years in the Yamani court made the corners of her eyes crinkle like fans. Nodding at the handkerchief snug around Lerant’s wounded knuckles, she remarked, “Good sir, I think I just gave you a token of my favor that would give any honorable man cause for hope.”
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language comparable to what is in Tammy's books.
For: Tamari
Prompt: Kel/Lerant fanfic
Summary: During the progress, Lerant defends Kel's honor and receives a token of her favor.
Token of Favor
On her journey down the alley between the triangles of tents erected to accommodate the hundreds of members of the progress attending the king and queen to do sufficient justice to their grandeur, Kel wasn’t certain whether she first saw or hear Lerant brawling with some knight whose name she didn’t know, but who, by the sound of his yelling, was very acquainted with hers.
“The Girl isn’t a whore,” Lerant spat, interrupting the knight’s tirade, during which the kindest thing he had uttered about Kel was that she was a tart, with a vicious punch to the yapping jaw, as Kel surged forward, trying to decide in record time whether she wanted to break up the fight or add her own flailing fists to the fray. “You must have confused her with your wife.”
“You son of a bitch!” growled the knight, swinging at Lerant’s left eye.
Intercepting the blow and aiming it harmlessly off to the side, Kel suggested in the polite tone she reserved just for those who made her daydream of disemboweling them, “This disagreement seems to be about me. Why don’t we settle it in the lists, sir?”
“I won’t disgrace my name by fighting a girl, no matter how unladylike she is.” The knight’s snort contained more derision than any Peachblossom had ever breathed. “I will inform my lord Raoul that his standard-bearer is the most insolent beast I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet, though.”
Leaving that final threat to ring in their ears, the knight strode off, doubtlessly to bestow more compliments on other lucky individuals.
“Thank you for defending my honor.” Kel licked lips that suddenly felt dry as the Southern Desert.
“I was defending my lord’s honor, not yours.” Ducking his head, Lerant took an inordinate interest in the knuckles of his right hand. “He accused Lord Raoul of bedding you.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushing, Kel found that her eyes couldn’t land anywhere but the knuckles that Lerant was scrutinizing, and that made her realize that the skin was jagged with flecks of blood jutting out. Grateful for a straightforward manner in which to proceed, Kel fumbled around in her pocket and withdrew a handkerchief, which she thrust into Lerant’s palm. “Take this and wrap it around your knuckles. It will staunch the bleeding.”
“Right,” mumbled Lerant, winding the makeshift bandage around his battered knuckles. “May I ask you a favor?”
“You may ask anything you like.” Kel’s mouth quirked. “Whether or not I do it is entirely up to me.”
“Don’t tell my lord about this.” Lerant was chomping into his lower lip so fiercely that it was probably on the verge of bleeding as well. “He’d be very disappointed in me for losing what he calls my notorious temper again.”
“I don’t need to tell Lord Raoul anything.” Kel jerked her chin in the direction the knight had disappeared. “Our friend is already going to blurt out everything.”
“No.” Lerant’s eyes glittered like snake scales. “He’ll be too proud to admit that he got beat up by a servant boy from a treasonous line. His own honor will keep his lips sealed like a grave.”
“Then you don’t need to learn about my lord ever learning your secret, because I’m not a snitch.” Remembering to be gracious to one who had fought on her behalf for whatever reason, she added, “Since that’s not a favor, you may ask one more, and I will consider whether to grant it.”
“Dom has been singing me romantic ballads without end during our travels like he’s my very own troubador.” Lerant’s gaze was scanning Kel’s face in a fashion that made her feel the way she did when her nostrils were too full with the strong incense that deluged chapel during Midwinter. “I’ve grown rather fond of them, so, fair lady—“ Here, Lerant paused long enough to give Kel a bow that managed to be both respectful and mocking—“I was wondering if I might be given cause for hope that I could be your champion.”
Abruptly deciding that this was a chance for the girl who was training to be a lady knight to shine like a pearl, Kel flashed a smile that she knew from years in the Yamani court made the corners of her eyes crinkle like fans. Nodding at the handkerchief snug around Lerant’s wounded knuckles, she remarked, “Good sir, I think I just gave you a token of my favor that would give any honorable man cause for hope.”