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rainbowfic2023-09-17 04:51 pm
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Metallic Gold 1
Name: Baby Brother
Colors: Metallic Gold #1 - Ally
Supplies and Styles: Photograph, Graffiti – 11 Years of Rainbowfic Part 9 (September Secrets).
Word Count: 678
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Notes: Unsure if this is part of another universe yet. Involves arranged sedoretu-style marriage between pairs of siblings, but this is pre-marriage. Also implied infidelity in another relationship.
Summary: Kaia won't let anyone else hurt her baby brother, no matter what.
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Kaia had known who she would marry since she was a child. She remembered seeing sketches of them, even before she remembered looking at her baby brother's face for the first time.
The nations of the Shattered Hand had been allies for generations. Others had tried to conquer them, seeing a cluster of tiny kingdoms and deciding that they should be united. But if they'd wanted to be united, they would have joined together on their own accord; the group of them had decided long ago that they were stronger when they acknowledged their differences. So they worked together and defended their territories on land and sea.
The ritual marriages were one of the many symbols of their alliances. The son and daughter of two royal families were joined to each other, so that they and their children could come to understand the bond between their countries. She had known that they would want her and her baby brother to marry the twin children of the rulers of Sikaami - two people she'd never met, but that she felt she knew as well as she knew any other of her playmates there in Karilii. She'd seen sketches and paintings of them, had read letters that they'd written that talked about their studies and their favorite games.
Kaia had written her own letters, of course, and sat for her own portraits. She'd never really thought that she had anything interesting to say; she liked the royal gardens, liked looking at bugs and flowers and caring for small injured creatures when her parents allowed her. She liked to sketch from nature, and to write poems. Nothing like the advanced studies she'd read about in the letters from the twins - always one letter, written as if it had been a conversation between them. But they always seemed interested in her stories about flowers and mice, so maybe she didn't sound as foolish as she thought.
She wondered what Hiren had written. He never wanted to tell her what he had to say, even though they talked about everything else. He was her baby brother, and maybe she'd been jealous at first, but then she'd started noticing that people treated him... differently, sometimes. That they would look at the two of them side by side - her thick black curls and near-black skin, his tan skin and long straight hair - and they favored her, even when she told them she was busy sketching. Since then she'd become her brother's fiercest defender, speaking out for him even when the King himself hesitated. And she would not spare her father for not speaking for his own son, either; she hadn't realized how fortunate she'd been until she'd heard stories about kings and queens who would execute their own children for speaking out of turn.
It would be years before she found out why her father had been so tolerant of her anger - and why the rest of their country had treated Hiren so poorly. No one had ever told her, but she remembered when the realization had struck her, when the man she was fairly sure was her brother's biological father had died of some wasting disease. Even after the disease had ravaged him she could see the shape of his face, the long straight hair and tan skin... and she remembered how her mother and father had wept when they'd heard the news of his death, nearly so much as when news had come that the King's own brother had died.
She had never told anyone else this; it was a secret and she didn't want to share it, it would just make things worse. But knowing this just made her even angrier at the people who treated her brother poorly; it had never been his fault what her parents had done. Why did it matter, when there were so many old stories of adopted princes and princesses who'd been accepted by their families and by their nations?
No - there had to be something better. And she wouldn't let anyone hurt him again, especially their future husband and wife. She'd make sure that they treated him the way he deserved, or they'd answer to her.
Colors: Metallic Gold #1 - Ally
Supplies and Styles: Photograph, Graffiti – 11 Years of Rainbowfic Part 9 (September Secrets).
Word Count: 678
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Notes: Unsure if this is part of another universe yet. Involves arranged sedoretu-style marriage between pairs of siblings, but this is pre-marriage. Also implied infidelity in another relationship.
Summary: Kaia won't let anyone else hurt her baby brother, no matter what.
---
Kaia had known who she would marry since she was a child. She remembered seeing sketches of them, even before she remembered looking at her baby brother's face for the first time.
The nations of the Shattered Hand had been allies for generations. Others had tried to conquer them, seeing a cluster of tiny kingdoms and deciding that they should be united. But if they'd wanted to be united, they would have joined together on their own accord; the group of them had decided long ago that they were stronger when they acknowledged their differences. So they worked together and defended their territories on land and sea.
The ritual marriages were one of the many symbols of their alliances. The son and daughter of two royal families were joined to each other, so that they and their children could come to understand the bond between their countries. She had known that they would want her and her baby brother to marry the twin children of the rulers of Sikaami - two people she'd never met, but that she felt she knew as well as she knew any other of her playmates there in Karilii. She'd seen sketches and paintings of them, had read letters that they'd written that talked about their studies and their favorite games.
Kaia had written her own letters, of course, and sat for her own portraits. She'd never really thought that she had anything interesting to say; she liked the royal gardens, liked looking at bugs and flowers and caring for small injured creatures when her parents allowed her. She liked to sketch from nature, and to write poems. Nothing like the advanced studies she'd read about in the letters from the twins - always one letter, written as if it had been a conversation between them. But they always seemed interested in her stories about flowers and mice, so maybe she didn't sound as foolish as she thought.
She wondered what Hiren had written. He never wanted to tell her what he had to say, even though they talked about everything else. He was her baby brother, and maybe she'd been jealous at first, but then she'd started noticing that people treated him... differently, sometimes. That they would look at the two of them side by side - her thick black curls and near-black skin, his tan skin and long straight hair - and they favored her, even when she told them she was busy sketching. Since then she'd become her brother's fiercest defender, speaking out for him even when the King himself hesitated. And she would not spare her father for not speaking for his own son, either; she hadn't realized how fortunate she'd been until she'd heard stories about kings and queens who would execute their own children for speaking out of turn.
It would be years before she found out why her father had been so tolerant of her anger - and why the rest of their country had treated Hiren so poorly. No one had ever told her, but she remembered when the realization had struck her, when the man she was fairly sure was her brother's biological father had died of some wasting disease. Even after the disease had ravaged him she could see the shape of his face, the long straight hair and tan skin... and she remembered how her mother and father had wept when they'd heard the news of his death, nearly so much as when news had come that the King's own brother had died.
She had never told anyone else this; it was a secret and she didn't want to share it, it would just make things worse. But knowing this just made her even angrier at the people who treated her brother poorly; it had never been his fault what her parents had done. Why did it matter, when there were so many old stories of adopted princes and princesses who'd been accepted by their families and by their nations?
No - there had to be something better. And she wouldn't let anyone hurt him again, especially their future husband and wife. She'd make sure that they treated him the way he deserved, or they'd answer to her.
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