I wrote this to zianuray's prompt request "How is Rensa doing?". This piece comes in at 1,241 words thanks to a paid extension and the signal boost I think I saw at the beginning of the month and now cannot find. (It doesn't matter if that was a figment of my imagination, because this is how long the story is.) This story follows on from both Looking ( Read more... )

This follows on from Sometimes Paying Attention Isn't As Easy As You Might Think. It was written to zianuray's prompt "I've been wondering if Rensa is starting to let her husband give her things yet."

“Lots of women receive gifts when they have a baby,” said Yannic quietly.  “What would you like?”

“There’s nothing I need,” prevaricated Rensa.

“I rather ( Read more... )

This comes of me going off on a complete tangent in response to the Tell-me Tuesday prompt "What comes next?" and asking aldersprig, whose prompts they are, what she would like to see more of. This is in response to one of her three answers. (I also ignored the word count.)

This comes after Viewing The Moon Rises and is pretty much concurrent with The New ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's prompt "Rensa, and something to give her some peace."

“In some ways,” the therapist said calmly, “it would be easier if you were still being abused.  Instead, the only ongoing abuse is that you can’t leave.”  She looked at Rensa with a considering gaze.

“But I don’t want to leave Yannic,” protested Rensa, “I…like him, a lot, and ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's seventh prompt "More Rensa."

Rensa’s figure was blossoming, expanding its borders while inside her a small biological miracle was growing.  All the senior members of the regime treated, if not her, the baby she was carrying as a favourite grandchild, niece or nephew in utero so she was being coddled and advised and urged to do ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's second prompt, "More of Rensa's world, not Rensa."

“So why are you taking this blood and that swab again?” The patient was holding the cotton wool ball firmly onto the site the needle had gone into his arm. “I mean, I only came into see you about this cough.”

“We’re testing to see how far some genetic engineering that was ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ellenmillion's first prompt.  It follows after The Palace Will Shortly Be Making An Announcement.

Yannic woke at his usual time and turned over to look at his sleeping wife.  His sleeping second wife.  Rensa always slept at least an hour later than he did but she never complained about waking up alone.  He was sure she at least liked him and she ( Read more... )

“Now to recap the program, I‘d like the members of our panel to summarise the most important developments in the first twelve months of the new regime and Emperor Yannic’s reign.  Professor Liffen?” the moderator indicated the middle aged woman on the far right of the screen.

“I believe Yannic’s most significant political achievement has been the ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's sixth prompt.  It comes after About That Bet.

“Your Majesty,” the dark haired woman bowed then straightened.  “Thank you for seeing me.”

“I’m not sure what advice I can offer you,” Rensa admitted, “but please sit down, Sevrin, and I’ll see what I can do.”  She waited for the other woman to lower herself into one of the sitting room ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to kelkyag's first prompt.

“What are we doing?”  Rensa thought that Yannic was being deliberately mysterious for the fun of it.  Having been married to him for almost a week, and after living with him for that time, she could believe that he was capable of that.  She hadn’t had much choice in marrying him of course but Kiriel had ( Read more... )