Post by Katty on Jan 15, 2015 0:03:10 GMT 10
Title: Sakuyo Laughs
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
For: wordy
Prompt: A mix of 2 - "Kel being awesome and commander-y" and "Anything to do with page training"
Summary: Many years later, Sakuyo laughs at Keladry.
Notes: I am REALLY rusty on PotS since I haven't read it in years, so I apologise if Kel's voice is a little off. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!
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Kel surveyed the girl in front of her carefully. The page shifted uncomfortably, trying not to put weight on her left ankle. A dark bruise was beginning to blossom from the girl’s right eye. Scratches and grazes covered her arms, and her clothes were covered in muck.
“How did this happen?” Kel asked, setting down the letter she was reading.
“I fell down, your Ladyship,” Nessa of Hollyrose replied carefully. She peeked up at Kel through a curtain of red hair, before quickly looking back at the ground.
“You fell down,” Kel repeated. “You, and Pages Joffrey, Lachran and Himach.” She kept her face expressionless. “I didn’t realise I had so many clumsy pages in my care.”
The girl blushed a bright red, her freckles all but disappearing. Inwardly, Kel marvelled at the girl’s resemblance to her father.
“Were you fighting, Page Nessa?” Kel asked. She knew it was a wasted exercise, but as Training Master she was bound to ask anyway.
“No, your Ladyship,” the girl replied diligently. “I fell down.”
“So you said,” Kel replied evenly. “Just like you fell down last week. And the week before.” She paused. “I am growing tired of seeing you in here for fighting with other pages. Surely you must be sick of the punishments.” Kel decided to change tact. “What would Lord Merric say, if I wrote him that his eldest daughter was caught fighting in the stables?”
The girl’s eyes lit up, and she beamed. “Your Ladyship, would you?”
Kel stared at the girl. “You want me to write to your father,” she repeated, “and tell him that you’ve been fighting?”
Nessa nodded eagerly. “Tell him I’m falling down, just like he told me to.”
Kel made a mental note to kick Merric the next time she saw him. She might have expected this from Neal’s daughter, or maybe Owen’s sons, but Merric – well, Kel thought he would have raised his children with at least a shred of sense and decorum.
“Report to the stable master for one bell every evening for the next two weeks. Instead of wrestling in stables, you can muck them out.” Kel instructed. “Go and see the Palace Healers about your ankle. You are dismissed.”
After the girl left, Kel sighed and rubbed her face wearily. It was ironic that after so many years, she was in the Training Master’s seat, doling out punishments to fighting pages. Even diplomatic Roald had trouble containing a smile when he asked her on the ailing King's behalf. Remembering the Yamani saying she was fond of, Kel thought to herself, Sakuyo laughs indeed.
“Send in the next one,” she instructed her serving man.
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
For: wordy
Prompt: A mix of 2 - "Kel being awesome and commander-y" and "Anything to do with page training"
Summary: Many years later, Sakuyo laughs at Keladry.
Notes: I am REALLY rusty on PotS since I haven't read it in years, so I apologise if Kel's voice is a little off. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!
- - -
Kel surveyed the girl in front of her carefully. The page shifted uncomfortably, trying not to put weight on her left ankle. A dark bruise was beginning to blossom from the girl’s right eye. Scratches and grazes covered her arms, and her clothes were covered in muck.
“How did this happen?” Kel asked, setting down the letter she was reading.
“I fell down, your Ladyship,” Nessa of Hollyrose replied carefully. She peeked up at Kel through a curtain of red hair, before quickly looking back at the ground.
“You fell down,” Kel repeated. “You, and Pages Joffrey, Lachran and Himach.” She kept her face expressionless. “I didn’t realise I had so many clumsy pages in my care.”
The girl blushed a bright red, her freckles all but disappearing. Inwardly, Kel marvelled at the girl’s resemblance to her father.
“Were you fighting, Page Nessa?” Kel asked. She knew it was a wasted exercise, but as Training Master she was bound to ask anyway.
“No, your Ladyship,” the girl replied diligently. “I fell down.”
“So you said,” Kel replied evenly. “Just like you fell down last week. And the week before.” She paused. “I am growing tired of seeing you in here for fighting with other pages. Surely you must be sick of the punishments.” Kel decided to change tact. “What would Lord Merric say, if I wrote him that his eldest daughter was caught fighting in the stables?”
The girl’s eyes lit up, and she beamed. “Your Ladyship, would you?”
Kel stared at the girl. “You want me to write to your father,” she repeated, “and tell him that you’ve been fighting?”
Nessa nodded eagerly. “Tell him I’m falling down, just like he told me to.”
Kel made a mental note to kick Merric the next time she saw him. She might have expected this from Neal’s daughter, or maybe Owen’s sons, but Merric – well, Kel thought he would have raised his children with at least a shred of sense and decorum.
“Report to the stable master for one bell every evening for the next two weeks. Instead of wrestling in stables, you can muck them out.” Kel instructed. “Go and see the Palace Healers about your ankle. You are dismissed.”
After the girl left, Kel sighed and rubbed her face wearily. It was ironic that after so many years, she was in the Training Master’s seat, doling out punishments to fighting pages. Even diplomatic Roald had trouble containing a smile when he asked her on the ailing King's behalf. Remembering the Yamani saying she was fond of, Kel thought to herself, Sakuyo laughs indeed.
“Send in the next one,” she instructed her serving man.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!