Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Title: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250 words
Characters/Pairings: Isabella, mentions of Thornton
Prompt: Isabella; coat of arms
Summary: Isabella chooses her own standards/coat-of-arms.
Notes: Inspired by the fact that when Isabella becomes Sheriff, she has her own standards (sorry I can't find a screencap, only an icon of mine that uses a screencap of her standards slightly altered) that bear no resemblance to Guy's (you're welcome ;D), and I assumed she wouldn't use her husband's so they must be her own. I took these to be the Thornton colours. Gules is red, cendrée is dark grey, argent is light grey/silver. Apologies if anything about medieval heraldry is incorrect!
The genealogist had been surprised when she’d gone to commission her own standards. He blinked at her several times before realising that standing jaw agape was not the response owed to the Sheriff of Nottingham, and scurrying off to fetch his books and parchment and - she hoped - his brains.
It became evident he’d forgotten the latter when he suggested she used her husband’s standards, “Or something similar to them, anyway.” She shot him a quelling look that told him the vert-and-sable of the Thornton family were not an option. “What about yellow then, milady? For the colours of your own family?”
Any thoughts of black-and-yellow were soon discarded as well. She had no desire to visibly bind herself to her brother or her husband. She wandered into her own head, the prattle of the sycophant next to her dulled to the annoying buzz of a fly, and thought up her own ideas.
In the end the choice was simple. No one would know the reasoning behind her choosing; no one would challenge it if they did. Until she had her retribution - and even afterwards - it would serve as a reminder for the years she had spent bound to him, and the victory of finally being free.
Gules for the blood her husband had spilt - first her maidenhead, then many times since. Cendrée for the walls of their marital home and the dungeon he would imprison her in. Argent for the blade she would drive into his heart.
Blood. Imprisonment. Revenge.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250 words
Characters/Pairings: Isabella, mentions of Thornton
Prompt: Isabella; coat of arms
Summary: Isabella chooses her own standards/coat-of-arms.
Notes: Inspired by the fact that when Isabella becomes Sheriff, she has her own standards (sorry I can't find a screencap, only an icon of mine that uses a screencap of her standards slightly altered) that bear no resemblance to Guy's (you're welcome ;D), and I assumed she wouldn't use her husband's so they must be her own. I took these to be the Thornton colours. Gules is red, cendrée is dark grey, argent is light grey/silver. Apologies if anything about medieval heraldry is incorrect!
The genealogist had been surprised when she’d gone to commission her own standards. He blinked at her several times before realising that standing jaw agape was not the response owed to the Sheriff of Nottingham, and scurrying off to fetch his books and parchment and - she hoped - his brains.
It became evident he’d forgotten the latter when he suggested she used her husband’s standards, “Or something similar to them, anyway.” She shot him a quelling look that told him the vert-and-sable of the Thornton family were not an option. “What about yellow then, milady? For the colours of your own family?”
Any thoughts of black-and-yellow were soon discarded as well. She had no desire to visibly bind herself to her brother or her husband. She wandered into her own head, the prattle of the sycophant next to her dulled to the annoying buzz of a fly, and thought up her own ideas.
In the end the choice was simple. No one would know the reasoning behind her choosing; no one would challenge it if they did. Until she had her retribution - and even afterwards - it would serve as a reminder for the years she had spent bound to him, and the victory of finally being free.
Gules for the blood her husband had spilt - first her maidenhead, then many times since. Cendrée for the walls of their marital home and the dungeon he would imprison her in. Argent for the blade she would drive into his heart.
Blood. Imprisonment. Revenge.