micro-fiction
Duke Stanz stared out of the window at the raging storm. It seemed to be lessening in force, but given the time of year, it could continue for hours or days. His guests would be with him for some time yet. He turned and looked down into the open dining hall. Some of his guests, Veytan jarls, were laughing uproariously at a joke while his own court politely joined in. It was strange that he felt more at home dealing with the Veyta... men who in his grandfather's time would have been raiding these lands, rather then visiting.
As he watched, one of the Veyta... named Nemsk, perhaps? He said something that made Stanz' daughter, Melia, seated upwards of them turn crimson. Before any of his court could do anything, she stood and punched Nemsk in the face as hard as she could, causing the other jarls to laugh even louder then before. Nemsk... yes, that was his name... joined in once he pulled himself off of the floor. Melia, despite her name (it meant meadow flower or something like that), had a right hook like a blacksmith.
She would almost certainly end up marrying one of those jarls in a year or two. Possibly Nemsk.
Stanz swirled his goblet of wine as his chamberlain approached. "Yes?"
"My lord Duke... you asked to see me."
"Ah... yes." Stanz drained his goblet. "Find out who's been poisoning my wine. It's starting to get annoying."
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I might expand this later. I really don't know. I just liked the idea as it came to me as I was falling asleep Sunday night.
This entry was originally posted at yah -> (http://kierthos.dreamwidth.org/986837.html).
You can comment here or there.
As he watched, one of the Veyta... named Nemsk, perhaps? He said something that made Stanz' daughter, Melia, seated upwards of them turn crimson. Before any of his court could do anything, she stood and punched Nemsk in the face as hard as she could, causing the other jarls to laugh even louder then before. Nemsk... yes, that was his name... joined in once he pulled himself off of the floor. Melia, despite her name (it meant meadow flower or something like that), had a right hook like a blacksmith.
She would almost certainly end up marrying one of those jarls in a year or two. Possibly Nemsk.
Stanz swirled his goblet of wine as his chamberlain approached. "Yes?"
"My lord Duke... you asked to see me."
"Ah... yes." Stanz drained his goblet. "Find out who's been poisoning my wine. It's starting to get annoying."
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I might expand this later. I really don't know. I just liked the idea as it came to me as I was falling asleep Sunday night.
This entry was originally posted at yah -> (http://kierthos.dreamwidth.org/986837.html).
You can comment here or there.