Title: The Lantern and the Pea
Author: darthbatgirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG
Characters: Hal/Kyle, Salaak, Guy Gardner
Summary: A King, a handsome stranger, and a pile of mattresses
Word Count: 336
Warnings: fairy tale plots?
A/N: written for
aranel_took for the ten drabble meme, prompt was an AU of my choice
King Jordan tried his best to shut out his two bickering advisers, tonight he was in no mood for their squabbling. Instead his attention was drawn to the young stranger that sat at the end of his table. The stranger had been soaked to the bone, his clothes nothing more than dirty rags when he asked for shelter from the storm at the castle. Jordan took one look in the young man's eye's and had became enthralled by him.
Jordan's adviser Salaak had become indignant by his king's behavior. “Your Majesty, I must protest this behavior. You're mooning over this stranger like some love struck youth.”
A snort from Jordan's right summed up Gardner's opinion on that .”I'm impressed Salaak, I didn't think you could remember that far back.”
“And I'm assuming you are supporting this . . . romance?” Salaak asked.
“Well why not?” Gardner said as he crossed his arms. “It's about time he took a spouse. The kid's a honor guard of Oa - more than suitable if you ask me.”
“According to who? We have no proof of the boy's claim,” Salaak snapped.
“How about the ring on his finger?” Gardner growled.
“A ring he cannot use.”
“He said it was drained bringing him here.”
“So he says” Salaak said as he steeples his fingers together. “For all we know he stole it.”
“So we devise a test to prove who he is,” Jordan finally said to stop the argument.
“A - a test your Majesty?” Salaak asked.
“In his room this evening stack up twelve mattresses. Under the bottom one place a single pea. Oaian honor guards are famed for their compassion and sensitivity. If he's really a Lantern he will feel the pea.”
“And if he is a Lantern?” Gardner asked.
“We'll deal with that when it comes,” Jordan said., ignoring the way his heart swelled at the thought of making the young man his.