SMACKDOWN! fic part two
more fic written for smackdown on Goldenlake!
Neal paces. "You are going to marry Dom."
It is a statement, not a question.
"Yes, I am. I told him that I would. And I have a ring."
"Were you drunk? Or completely out of your mind? Kel, I cannot believe you of all people would do that. With my cousin. Ugh, I have got to stop thinking about it."
"Clearly." Kel snarks back. "You're going to give yourself wrinkles or something if you keep this up."
"I won't. Queenscoves do not get wrinkles, my dear Keladry. We are far too refined. The Masbolles, on the hand... do you know what you're marrying into?"
"People with pretty eyes to be passed down to our children?"
Neal wrinkles his nose. "Yes. Do I have to come to the wedding?"
"If you do not I will hunt you down."
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Adalia cannot believe that her little sister is in love.
It isn't because she thinks that no man can love Keladry, because Keladry is amazing. But for the longest time she feared that Keladry could not love another person, that she was too Yamani and too smooth and hard inside.
She sees how that training has helped her sister become a great, revered warrior, how her sister is a hero in part because of the Yamani.
She meets Domitan of Masbolle. He is tall and quick to smile, with blue eyes and a nose that somehow works on his face. She approves. He is mischievous and he makes Kel laugh.
That is more than good enough for her.
Dear Kel,
I love you. I miss you. I cannot wait until I see you again.
Sorry I didn't start with something more serious, but those three things were what needed to be said.
We're near the border. Lord Raoul is with us, and the Lioness. She sends her greetings, and Lord Raoul is telling me that there's not a point to sending this letter, because it may very well arrive after I do.
I don't care. I needed to tell you.
We had a grapple with bandits yesterday. Nothing serious, but Lerant got himself stuck with an arrow. He's making quite a fuss. I made him tea to get him to shut up and stop talking about the pain.
I think he wants attention.
To hell with this. We're almost at New Hope.
All my love, Dom
Neal paces. "You are going to marry Dom."
It is a statement, not a question.
"Yes, I am. I told him that I would. And I have a ring."
"Were you drunk? Or completely out of your mind? Kel, I cannot believe you of all people would do that. With my cousin. Ugh, I have got to stop thinking about it."
"Clearly." Kel snarks back. "You're going to give yourself wrinkles or something if you keep this up."
"I won't. Queenscoves do not get wrinkles, my dear Keladry. We are far too refined. The Masbolles, on the hand... do you know what you're marrying into?"
"People with pretty eyes to be passed down to our children?"
Neal wrinkles his nose. "Yes. Do I have to come to the wedding?"
"If you do not I will hunt you down."
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Adalia cannot believe that her little sister is in love.
It isn't because she thinks that no man can love Keladry, because Keladry is amazing. But for the longest time she feared that Keladry could not love another person, that she was too Yamani and too smooth and hard inside.
She sees how that training has helped her sister become a great, revered warrior, how her sister is a hero in part because of the Yamani.
She meets Domitan of Masbolle. He is tall and quick to smile, with blue eyes and a nose that somehow works on his face. She approves. He is mischievous and he makes Kel laugh.
That is more than good enough for her.
Dear Kel,
I love you. I miss you. I cannot wait until I see you again.
Sorry I didn't start with something more serious, but those three things were what needed to be said.
We're near the border. Lord Raoul is with us, and the Lioness. She sends her greetings, and Lord Raoul is telling me that there's not a point to sending this letter, because it may very well arrive after I do.
I don't care. I needed to tell you.
We had a grapple with bandits yesterday. Nothing serious, but Lerant got himself stuck with an arrow. He's making quite a fuss. I made him tea to get him to shut up and stop talking about the pain.
I think he wants attention.
To hell with this. We're almost at New Hope.
All my love, Dom