Post by Seek on Dec 26, 2021 19:52:14 GMT 10
Title: Delight of My Eyes
Rating: PG-13
For: Rosie
Prompt: 5. Kaddar/Kalasin
Summary: Kalasin and Kaddar had a dispute about court poets.
Notes and Warnings: Happy belated holidays! Warning...eh, a bit rusty at romance I guess?
“I think it must be a universal law that court poets are terrible,” Kally sighed as she undid her earrings and put them away. Then came the hairpins, a gift from the Yamani ambassador, some of them sharpened needles in lacquered wood sprinkled with mother-of-pearl.
“A last resort,” Ichika noh Nakuji had advised, politely. Kally understood, of course. A practical gift, if an unsettling one.
“Oh?” Kaddar inquired, lounging on the sofa as he read through a leatherbound book.
“You heard the last one,” Kally said.
He winced. “I did.”
“If I had a copper for everytime some poet compared my family’s eyes to sapphires,” Kally declared, “I’d have enough wealth to build ten hospitals in each province and district of Carthak.”
“Ah, but comparing you to the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Lands must surely be a masterstroke,” Kaddar smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Some of the hairpins wouldn’t budge. The latest maid, under instructions from Fazia, had done Kally’s hair in an elaborate structure that seemed designed to both awe and intimidate, and Kally hadn’t the faintest idea why.
“—if my mother and my grandmother hadn’t heard that all the time,” Kally said.
“Perhaps,” Kaddar suggested, “He simply lacked the appropriate—manner of delivery.”
“Oh?”
He set his book down and crossed their private chambers in a few easy strides.
“Delight of my eyes,” he breathed, into her ear, taking her hands in his. “And light of my days, let me help you with these pins?”
She was older now, too old to blush the way she had when the older pages like that damnably handsome Faleron of King’s Reach had read their poetry to her.
“If my lord would be so kind,” Kally said, feeling the warmth of his gentle touch bleed into her hands.
Together, they peeled off the stubborn pins, one by one, Kaddar locating stray pins holding the entire hairstyle together that Kally hadn’t seen.
Kaddar tackled the necklace next, working open the clasp.
“Sapphires are unworthy of your eyes,” he murmured. “You grace them with your presence…”
And she read the desire in his eyes, in the way his hands lingered on the back of her neck, right there, and the way he leaned in to kiss her, and Kally had never—quite—seen this future for herself, she’d wanted knighthood, but here in the circle of his arms, she thought she was perfectly happy with how things turned out.
“It will be well,” Buri had whispered, tying a K’miri luck knot among her things as Kally boarded the Imperial vessel sent to escort their new Empress to Carthak.
“My lord makes a decent argument for manner,” Kally said, as she removed the bracelets next, Kaddar’s hands still on hers. The Carthaki, she had learned, adored their jewellery.
“Verdict?” Kaddar asked, as the last bangle was placed in her jewellery box.
“Pending,” said Kally, in the same voice she used when presiding over land disputes, and laughed at the flash of disbelief in his dark eyes.
“Come to bed with me, and we’ll find out,” she said, coyly, and tugged at his hand, and Kaddar Illiniat, Emperor of Carthak, followed his Empress, smiling.
Rating: PG-13
For: Rosie
Prompt: 5. Kaddar/Kalasin
Summary: Kalasin and Kaddar had a dispute about court poets.
Notes and Warnings: Happy belated holidays! Warning...eh, a bit rusty at romance I guess?
“I think it must be a universal law that court poets are terrible,” Kally sighed as she undid her earrings and put them away. Then came the hairpins, a gift from the Yamani ambassador, some of them sharpened needles in lacquered wood sprinkled with mother-of-pearl.
“A last resort,” Ichika noh Nakuji had advised, politely. Kally understood, of course. A practical gift, if an unsettling one.
“Oh?” Kaddar inquired, lounging on the sofa as he read through a leatherbound book.
“You heard the last one,” Kally said.
He winced. “I did.”
“If I had a copper for everytime some poet compared my family’s eyes to sapphires,” Kally declared, “I’d have enough wealth to build ten hospitals in each province and district of Carthak.”
“Ah, but comparing you to the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Lands must surely be a masterstroke,” Kaddar smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Some of the hairpins wouldn’t budge. The latest maid, under instructions from Fazia, had done Kally’s hair in an elaborate structure that seemed designed to both awe and intimidate, and Kally hadn’t the faintest idea why.
“—if my mother and my grandmother hadn’t heard that all the time,” Kally said.
“Perhaps,” Kaddar suggested, “He simply lacked the appropriate—manner of delivery.”
“Oh?”
He set his book down and crossed their private chambers in a few easy strides.
“Delight of my eyes,” he breathed, into her ear, taking her hands in his. “And light of my days, let me help you with these pins?”
She was older now, too old to blush the way she had when the older pages like that damnably handsome Faleron of King’s Reach had read their poetry to her.
“If my lord would be so kind,” Kally said, feeling the warmth of his gentle touch bleed into her hands.
Together, they peeled off the stubborn pins, one by one, Kaddar locating stray pins holding the entire hairstyle together that Kally hadn’t seen.
Kaddar tackled the necklace next, working open the clasp.
“Sapphires are unworthy of your eyes,” he murmured. “You grace them with your presence…”
And she read the desire in his eyes, in the way his hands lingered on the back of her neck, right there, and the way he leaned in to kiss her, and Kally had never—quite—seen this future for herself, she’d wanted knighthood, but here in the circle of his arms, she thought she was perfectly happy with how things turned out.
“It will be well,” Buri had whispered, tying a K’miri luck knot among her things as Kally boarded the Imperial vessel sent to escort their new Empress to Carthak.
“My lord makes a decent argument for manner,” Kally said, as she removed the bracelets next, Kaddar’s hands still on hers. The Carthaki, she had learned, adored their jewellery.
“Verdict?” Kaddar asked, as the last bangle was placed in her jewellery box.
“Pending,” said Kally, in the same voice she used when presiding over land disputes, and laughed at the flash of disbelief in his dark eyes.
“Come to bed with me, and we’ll find out,” she said, coyly, and tugged at his hand, and Kaddar Illiniat, Emperor of Carthak, followed his Empress, smiling.