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Nacre #1
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Queen
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Nacre #1. Pearl
Supplies and Materials: pastels (my current gen card O4 question(s)), canvas (943 FY), charcoal, grafitti, miniature collection, brush (duende)
Word Count: 670
Rating: PG
Characters: King Sorell, Queen Nida
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
January
Sorell fidgeted with the clasp on his cloak. He'd been meeting consort candidates what felt like every day for the last two months, since he'd turned seventeen, but there was something special about Nida. He only vaguely recalled what she looked like, and he'd already met two of her sisters, but this morning someone had pressed a letter from her into his hand. And he was fairly sure that at least half of what she'd said had a double meaning.
It was thrilling.
February
"Really, Your Majesty. I promise. You'll love it."
"I'm really not supposed to go far from the palace..."
"It'll be worth it. Do you trust me?"
"All right," he said, after a moment's hesitation.
Nida pulled him outside, and led him to a small park he'd never visited. "Close your eyes," she demanded.
He nodded, heart beating faster, and did so.
She pulled him a little farther, much slower now, and he could hear rushing water. "Open," she said, and he barely had a moment to take in the beauty of the little waterfall before she was kissing him.
March
Nida paused, partway through the little fruit tart he'd had made for her, then delicately spat out the pearl ring. "...Majesty?"
He smiled at her. "I want you to marry me."
She didn't answer for a long moment, then looked up and smiled. "Yes."
April
She was breathtaking in her wedding gown, escorted by her sisters, with white roses in her hair.
They married by the waterfall.
May
"You're absolutely sure?"
Nida smiled at him, and drew his hand to her stomach. "Yes, Majesty. I'm absolutely sure."
He was so swept up in the joy of it that he forgot to remind her that she didn't have to call him 'Majesty' anymore.
June
They were sitting by the waterfall again; the one where she'd first kissed him. It was even prettier in early summer. They had a little basket of strawberries between them, and her hand was twined in his, and in a few months there would be a child.
Life was very sweet.
July
He woke her up with a necklace of freshwater pearls, pulled from the river that led to their private waterfall. "Happy birthday, darling," he said, and kissed her cheek.
She turned around to kiss him properly. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
"They're from our river. And I know you love pearls."
She smiled, and examined the necklace a little more closely. "Thank you," she repeated, and took his hand.
August
He tossed the letter from her eldest sister down in front of her. "Sorell...?" she asked, confused.
"Read it."
She blinked, and skimmed the letter. "...I'm sure she doesn't mean it."
"Are you involved at all?"
She stared up at him. "When have I ever given you cause to doubt my loyalty, or my affection for you?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Of course not," she snapped. "Go ahead and investigate me. I have nothing to hide." She turned away from him and stormed out of their room.
Sorell couldn't quite figure how he'd botched that so badly.
September
There were leaves floating in the pool at the base of their waterfall.
Nida still wasn't speaking to him.
October
"Sorell?"
He looked up, surprised to see Nida standing in the doorway. "Nida."
"...I've missed you."
November
"Happy birthday, Majesty," she said, kissing his cheek. He carefully unwrapped the pearl-handled knife. "They're from our river, too."
Delighted, he carefully hugged her. "Thank you."
December
Sorell paced in his study. Nida was in labor, just under a month early, and they wouldn't let him stay with her. He'd been told that she and the child stood a good chance, this wasn't too soon, but...
"Majesty?"
He looked up. "Yes?"
"You have a daughter."
He nodded. "The Queen?"
"Resting. They’re both doing well now, but the next few weeks may be chancy."
He nodded. "When can I see them?"
"In a few hours."
"Thank you."
When the doctor had left, he slumped against his desk and let out a sigh of relief. She was all right.
Story: The Queen
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Nacre #1. Pearl
Supplies and Materials: pastels (my current gen card O4 question(s)), canvas (943 FY), charcoal, grafitti, miniature collection, brush (duende)
Word Count: 670
Rating: PG
Characters: King Sorell, Queen Nida
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
January
Sorell fidgeted with the clasp on his cloak. He'd been meeting consort candidates what felt like every day for the last two months, since he'd turned seventeen, but there was something special about Nida. He only vaguely recalled what she looked like, and he'd already met two of her sisters, but this morning someone had pressed a letter from her into his hand. And he was fairly sure that at least half of what she'd said had a double meaning.
It was thrilling.
February
"Really, Your Majesty. I promise. You'll love it."
"I'm really not supposed to go far from the palace..."
"It'll be worth it. Do you trust me?"
"All right," he said, after a moment's hesitation.
Nida pulled him outside, and led him to a small park he'd never visited. "Close your eyes," she demanded.
He nodded, heart beating faster, and did so.
She pulled him a little farther, much slower now, and he could hear rushing water. "Open," she said, and he barely had a moment to take in the beauty of the little waterfall before she was kissing him.
March
Nida paused, partway through the little fruit tart he'd had made for her, then delicately spat out the pearl ring. "...Majesty?"
He smiled at her. "I want you to marry me."
She didn't answer for a long moment, then looked up and smiled. "Yes."
April
She was breathtaking in her wedding gown, escorted by her sisters, with white roses in her hair.
They married by the waterfall.
May
"You're absolutely sure?"
Nida smiled at him, and drew his hand to her stomach. "Yes, Majesty. I'm absolutely sure."
He was so swept up in the joy of it that he forgot to remind her that she didn't have to call him 'Majesty' anymore.
June
They were sitting by the waterfall again; the one where she'd first kissed him. It was even prettier in early summer. They had a little basket of strawberries between them, and her hand was twined in his, and in a few months there would be a child.
Life was very sweet.
July
He woke her up with a necklace of freshwater pearls, pulled from the river that led to their private waterfall. "Happy birthday, darling," he said, and kissed her cheek.
She turned around to kiss him properly. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
"They're from our river. And I know you love pearls."
She smiled, and examined the necklace a little more closely. "Thank you," she repeated, and took his hand.
August
He tossed the letter from her eldest sister down in front of her. "Sorell...?" she asked, confused.
"Read it."
She blinked, and skimmed the letter. "...I'm sure she doesn't mean it."
"Are you involved at all?"
She stared up at him. "When have I ever given you cause to doubt my loyalty, or my affection for you?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Of course not," she snapped. "Go ahead and investigate me. I have nothing to hide." She turned away from him and stormed out of their room.
Sorell couldn't quite figure how he'd botched that so badly.
September
There were leaves floating in the pool at the base of their waterfall.
Nida still wasn't speaking to him.
October
"Sorell?"
He looked up, surprised to see Nida standing in the doorway. "Nida."
"...I've missed you."
November
"Happy birthday, Majesty," she said, kissing his cheek. He carefully unwrapped the pearl-handled knife. "They're from our river, too."
Delighted, he carefully hugged her. "Thank you."
December
Sorell paced in his study. Nida was in labor, just under a month early, and they wouldn't let him stay with her. He'd been told that she and the child stood a good chance, this wasn't too soon, but...
"Majesty?"
He looked up. "Yes?"
"You have a daughter."
He nodded. "The Queen?"
"Resting. They’re both doing well now, but the next few weeks may be chancy."
He nodded. "When can I see them?"
"In a few hours."
"Thank you."
When the doctor had left, he slumped against his desk and let out a sigh of relief. She was all right.
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