Spiced Pear 26, Pineapple 4, Milk Chocolate 11: Work
Author: lady_leia_solo
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/ Index/ Timelines)
Title: Work
Challenge: Spiced Pear 26: safe & sound, Pineapple 4: the night is still young, Milk Chocolate 11: unease
Topping(s) and Extra(s): None
Word Count: 287
Summary: Marie awakens from a dream. But her dream was once a reality she doesn't want to revisit.
Rating and Warning(s): PG; Implied Sex
Note(s): This takes place in around 1143-1144. A little bit after Marie becomes Queen of Monde. She is about thirty four in this, while Jehann is about thirty seven.
She was dreaming again.
The same dream she’d had for some twenty odd years. Everyone she loved abandoning her. She was held a captive in her own home. She didn’t know what it felt like to be safe anymore.
Except it hadn’t been a dream. It was once her reality and though it was long over, she kept reliving it.
“Marie?” Jehann said from beside her.
Marie scooted closer to him. Her husband was her safety now. Even though he was half asleep, she felt protected.
Jehann opened his eyes. He yawned and leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
“Having a bad dream?”
Marie nodded.
“The same one?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
Jehann put his arm around her. She snuggled close to him.
“I wish I knew how to stop them,” Jehann said.
“You’re not the only one,” Marie said resigned. “I can’t shake this feeling I have. That everything will come crashing down.”
“You are the Queen,” Jehann said slowly. “I’m not saying that bad things won’t happen. But I think they are less likely to happen in your position.”
Marie leaned away. “I just…I can’t stop worrying.”
“Worry is a natural response,” Jehann said softly.
Marie unwrapped herself from him and got out of the bed. She walked to the window and looked out.
“Will everything ever be okay?”
“I think it depends,” Jehann said.
She turned to face him.
“Depends on what?”
Jehann opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again. He smiled at Marie.
“It doesn’t matter right now,” he said pulling her down to him. “The night is still young, my lady, and I have a mighty wanting.”
Marie smiled and kissed him.
“I can work on that.”
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/ Index/ Timelines)
Title: Work
Challenge: Spiced Pear 26: safe & sound, Pineapple 4: the night is still young, Milk Chocolate 11: unease
Topping(s) and Extra(s): None
Word Count: 287
Summary: Marie awakens from a dream. But her dream was once a reality she doesn't want to revisit.
Rating and Warning(s): PG; Implied Sex
Note(s): This takes place in around 1143-1144. A little bit after Marie becomes Queen of Monde. She is about thirty four in this, while Jehann is about thirty seven.
She was dreaming again.
The same dream she’d had for some twenty odd years. Everyone she loved abandoning her. She was held a captive in her own home. She didn’t know what it felt like to be safe anymore.
Except it hadn’t been a dream. It was once her reality and though it was long over, she kept reliving it.
“Marie?” Jehann said from beside her.
Marie scooted closer to him. Her husband was her safety now. Even though he was half asleep, she felt protected.
Jehann opened his eyes. He yawned and leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
“Having a bad dream?”
Marie nodded.
“The same one?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
Jehann put his arm around her. She snuggled close to him.
“I wish I knew how to stop them,” Jehann said.
“You’re not the only one,” Marie said resigned. “I can’t shake this feeling I have. That everything will come crashing down.”
“You are the Queen,” Jehann said slowly. “I’m not saying that bad things won’t happen. But I think they are less likely to happen in your position.”
Marie leaned away. “I just…I can’t stop worrying.”
“Worry is a natural response,” Jehann said softly.
Marie unwrapped herself from him and got out of the bed. She walked to the window and looked out.
“Will everything ever be okay?”
“I think it depends,” Jehann said.
She turned to face him.
“Depends on what?”
Jehann opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again. He smiled at Marie.
“It doesn’t matter right now,” he said pulling her down to him. “The night is still young, my lady, and I have a mighty wanting.”
Marie smiled and kissed him.
“I can work on that.”