[Tortall: Drabble] "Future Monarch" [G]
Title: Future Monarch
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (unbelievably late) birthday present for thegreylioness
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Tortall (post-Song of the Lioness/Protector of the Small-ish)
Character(s): Jonathan of Conte, Alanna of Pirates’ Swoop and Olau, George Cooper
Summary: The present catches up with King Jonathan.
Future Monarch
“Mithros above,” breathed Jonathan, all but collapsing into his desk chair. A pot of ink rattled ominously, teetering at the edge of some very important documents, but fortunately decided to stay upright, even as he slumped forward, elbows on the desk and hands over his face. “I’m going to be a grandfather.”
Alanna snorted, completely unsympathetic. “I don’t remember you being this dramatic when Thayet was expecting Roald.”
“I was young and foolish,” the king replied, scowling up at her. “Don’t tell me you were perfectly calm when you found out Aly was pregnant?”
George shrugged. “Our daughter married a man who can turn into a crow. Our expectations were somewhat different.”
“And our grandchildren aren’t heir to the throne,” added Alanna.
“Ah,” said her husband, gently. “I see. Mayhap it was easier, planning for what happens after your reign, planning ahead to Roald’s. But planning for after Roald’s? I imagine you’re finding mortality a little closer than it was yesterday, Your Majesty?”
“We were children only just yesterday,” said Jonathan. “Hiding Alanna’s secret from Uncle Gareth and sneaking out of the palace to drink with the King of the Rogues. It always seemed so far away, the future, being king. I thought I had more time, but then Father… And now Roald will have those same worries.”
Alanna rested a hip against his desk. “Roald will be a great father,” she said, seriously. “And a great king. Because he learned from the best.”
Jonathan blinked at her. “When did you get to be so wise?”
She laughed. “George, please tell me you heard that. I need to have a witness, for the next time His Majesty questions my judgement.”
“Every word, lass,” her husband reassured her.
“I already take it back,” the king grumbled.
Alanna grinned. “That’s the spirit.”
THE END
Current Mood:
calm
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (unbelievably late) birthday present for thegreylioness
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Tortall (post-Song of the Lioness/Protector of the Small-ish)
Character(s): Jonathan of Conte, Alanna of Pirates’ Swoop and Olau, George Cooper
Summary: The present catches up with King Jonathan.
Future Monarch
“Mithros above,” breathed Jonathan, all but collapsing into his desk chair. A pot of ink rattled ominously, teetering at the edge of some very important documents, but fortunately decided to stay upright, even as he slumped forward, elbows on the desk and hands over his face. “I’m going to be a grandfather.”
Alanna snorted, completely unsympathetic. “I don’t remember you being this dramatic when Thayet was expecting Roald.”
“I was young and foolish,” the king replied, scowling up at her. “Don’t tell me you were perfectly calm when you found out Aly was pregnant?”
George shrugged. “Our daughter married a man who can turn into a crow. Our expectations were somewhat different.”
“And our grandchildren aren’t heir to the throne,” added Alanna.
“Ah,” said her husband, gently. “I see. Mayhap it was easier, planning for what happens after your reign, planning ahead to Roald’s. But planning for after Roald’s? I imagine you’re finding mortality a little closer than it was yesterday, Your Majesty?”
“We were children only just yesterday,” said Jonathan. “Hiding Alanna’s secret from Uncle Gareth and sneaking out of the palace to drink with the King of the Rogues. It always seemed so far away, the future, being king. I thought I had more time, but then Father… And now Roald will have those same worries.”
Alanna rested a hip against his desk. “Roald will be a great father,” she said, seriously. “And a great king. Because he learned from the best.”
Jonathan blinked at her. “When did you get to be so wise?”
She laughed. “George, please tell me you heard that. I need to have a witness, for the next time His Majesty questions my judgement.”
“Every word, lass,” her husband reassured her.
“I already take it back,” the king grumbled.
Alanna grinned. “That’s the spirit.”
THE END
Current Mood:
calm