I wrote this to aldersprig's tenth prompt "More Rune."

“You and my Uncle Caliburn have a very similar taste in cars,” Rune smiled at her new husband.  He was driving them to their honeymoon location in his red, Milanese-built sports car.  Rune was glad it wasn’t a convertible, otherwise it would have been completely unsuitable for much of the year and ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to aldersprig's prompt "The night after the wedding."  It follows on from Scenes On A Wedding Day 4.

“So, where are we going?”  Archduke Dionysus was holding hands with his wife in the back of the official car while the chief bridesmaid, the senior groomsman and an interpreter sat opposite them.  There were a driver and a security man ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's sixth numbered prompt, "Someone else in the royal family. "  It follows straight on from  Scenes On A Wedding Day 3 and is followed by Scenes On A Wedding Day 4.

As the bride came down the aisle her cousin, the Princess Isadora stood at her seat in the pews to watch.  She was flanked by her consorts, Hass and Weld, who were known ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's fifth numbered prompt, "Rune."  It follows on from Scenes On A Wedding Day 2 and is folloed by Scenes On A Wedding Day 4.

The car pulled up outside the cathedral with the rear door exactly on the end of the red carpet.  The precisely placed trooper crisply opened the door and Constantine Sjeldnjar emerged, unfolding his full ( Read more... )

This is the first piece I wrote in response to kelkyag's first prompt "Rune and Franz."  The problem is it has no Rune and very little Franz.  It happens after Scenes On A Wedding Day 1 and is dollowed by Scenes On A Wedding Day 3.

Archduchess Marina was slightly and embarrassingly lost.  She had no sooner reached the cathedral for her nephew’s wedding and ( Read more... )

This is the second piece I wrote to kelkyag's first prompt "Rune & Franz."  It is followed by Scenes On A Wedding Day 2.
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Rune had spent the night before her wedding in the spare room of her parents’ apartment, the only night she had ever spent under their roof.  After an early breakfast she had jogged to the ( Read more... )

The official negotiations were done and the political deal had been struck.  Now the two people who were going to have to make the public, symbolic front- end of those agreements work were meeting in a conference room.  Archduke Franz had one of his uncle’s negotiators at his side while Vordamma Princesza Rune sat opposite him with a man who seemed ( Read more... )

Archduke Franz was exploring the back streets of a foreign capital on foot, alone and at night because he was bored.  He had spent two weeks shuttling between the Embassy and the palace to be trotted out when his Imperial Uncle’s negotiators wanted to point out that the ninth in line to the Terrencian Imperial Diadem was really quite a good deal.

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I wrote this to kelkyag's second prompt.

“So, why ‘Rune’?”  Constantine asked that over coffee between just the three of them.  It was something that parents would normally know but because of their abnormal circumstances neither he nor Dagmar knew why their daughter had the names she did.

“Lovvey Street Orphanage used to name the unnamed babies who came in ( Read more... )

This follows on from Solstice Day 3.  Not immediately but you'll see what I mean.

Lara Knutsson whose locker was next to Rune’s was the first one to say anything about her rings.  After some consideration Rune had taken her gloves off almost as soon as she entered the building.  It was a normal thing to do so she didn’t think it could be considered ( Read more... )