Fanfic > Tin Man > Finding Destiny
Title: Finding Destiny
Author:
general_nothing
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with ‘Tin Man.’ I only own the mistakes (aka not beta’d)
Summary: The Queen had been just as headstrong as DG at one point.
A/N: It’s ridiculously late, I’ve been up for far too long, and I had to sit through a two hour ceremony and dinner with my grandmother, so I decided to write this.
A/N 2.0: Horrific title, but it is now 2:03 am, so that’s about as creative as I get with titles.
Edited: Fixed the annual > year thing. Just caught that and it just wasn't sitting well with me.
*****
“The law of the O.Z. requires you to be married before you can take the crown! That’s the way it has been for generations and that’s the way it will be long after your reign!”
“When I become queen I will get rid of all of these ridiculous rules about marriage. I want to marry for love, not for propriety’s sake! Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because the O.Z. needs a ruler who thinks with her head, not with her heart! Now, you listen to me, young lady. You will be courted, you will choose a consort, you will be married and you will become queen. All within the next annual. Do you understand me?”
The young girl, eyes downcast and filling to the brim with tears, sucked in a breath at her mother’s words. She could not bring herself to look her mother in the eyes, so she kept her head bowed as she answered. “Yes, mother, I understand.” With that, she turned on her heels and ran out of the room.
*****
The young woman was packing when the advisor found her, hurriedly shoving clothes into a worn out sack. He could tell that her eyes were red and shining, tear stained tracks on her cheeks.
“Princess -” he started, ready to dissuade her from the decision she was making.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it,” the young girl said, cutting her advisor off. “I’m leaving. She doesn’t understand me. She never has and never will. All I want to do is live my own life!”
“Princess, this is your life, whether you like it or not. The O.Z. needs a queen and that has to be you. I know you love your kingdom, so please, take heed of your mother’s words. She does know what’s best for you -”
“NO! She doesn’t! She knows what’s best for her! She knows what’s best for the O.Z.!”
“And so should you! Do you or do you not want what is best for the O.Z.? If you do, then I suggest you take a break from packing, take a walk, clear your head. I will talk to your mother and see if we can’t postpone any and all wedding arrangements. But know this, princess. You can’t run from your destiny.”
The young advisor took one last look at the princess who was still trying to shove clothes into her bag. As he walked out the door he heard a ‘thump’ and a high pitched squeal as the princess let out her frustration.
*****
She’d taken her advisor’s advice and was, at the moment, enjoying a leisurely walk by the lakes of Finaqua. Her head, however, was far from cleared, the words her advisor had said ringing in her ears.
Do you or do you not want what is best for the O.Z.?
Of course she wanted what was best for the O.Z. This was her home, her kingdom, her future. But she did not want to be tied down to some no-name royal who only wanted her hand so he could become King. That was not the life for her and Ozma be damned if she should be subject to it.
You can’t run from your destiny.
No, but she could certainly take a break from it. She’d made up her mind. She was going to go back upstairs, grab her satchel and catch the first horse out of here. She’d come back as soon as her mother realized that she could not push her daughter into a loveless marriage willy-nilly.
The princess took a step back from the lake that she’d wandered to, a light breeze catching her dark hair. She tilted her face to the sky, squinting at the harsh sunlight. She loved moments like these, when she could be herself, not the princess or future queen, but her.
She turned, ready to go back to the palace, but a reflection in the water’s sparkling surface caught her attention. There was something in the sky, something strange and unknown. She tilted her head back once more to get a clearer look at the alien object. A basket hanging from a balloon? And every once in a while, a sharp blast of fire from the center. Strange indeed.
There seemed to be someone in the basket, as well. A young man by the looks of it, running around the small area of the straw basket, adjusting things and throwing ropes over the sides. He glanced over the side of his balloon, noticing how close he was to the surface of the water and then went back to adjusting the fire bursting above him.
The princess took a step towards the now landing flying apparatus, but her ever present guard stopped her with a hand on her arm. She shook him off and continued her way to the now stationary balloon. The young man was still rushing around the small area of the basket and hadn’t noticed the girl approach until she’d called out a greeting.
“Hello,” she said, approaching the balloon with caution. She watched the man as he worked, his blond hair shining in the bright sun and his blue eyes shining, catching the orange of the fire for a moment.
“Hi,” the man replied, seemingly out of breath. He was in the middle of adjusting the hot air valve and looked down at his visitor. When he caught sight of her his breath caught in his throat and his arms fell to his sides. “Hi,” he said again, grabbing the railing with both hands and launching himself over the side where he landed with a soft thump on the grass.
“I’m…Ahamo,” the man said, stepping forward to take the young woman’s hand. She held it out to him and he brought her knuckles to his lips for a soft kiss, never taking his eyes off her beautiful lavender ones.
“I’m Lavender,” the princess replied, a light blush staining her cheeks at the feel of his lips on her hand. Maybe this courting business wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Author:
general_nothing
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with ‘Tin Man.’ I only own the mistakes (aka not beta’d)
Summary: The Queen had been just as headstrong as DG at one point.
A/N: It’s ridiculously late, I’ve been up for far too long, and I had to sit through a two hour ceremony and dinner with my grandmother, so I decided to write this.
A/N 2.0: Horrific title, but it is now 2:03 am, so that’s about as creative as I get with titles.
Edited: Fixed the annual > year thing. Just caught that and it just wasn't sitting well with me.
*****
“The law of the O.Z. requires you to be married before you can take the crown! That’s the way it has been for generations and that’s the way it will be long after your reign!”
“When I become queen I will get rid of all of these ridiculous rules about marriage. I want to marry for love, not for propriety’s sake! Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because the O.Z. needs a ruler who thinks with her head, not with her heart! Now, you listen to me, young lady. You will be courted, you will choose a consort, you will be married and you will become queen. All within the next annual. Do you understand me?”
The young girl, eyes downcast and filling to the brim with tears, sucked in a breath at her mother’s words. She could not bring herself to look her mother in the eyes, so she kept her head bowed as she answered. “Yes, mother, I understand.” With that, she turned on her heels and ran out of the room.
*****
The young woman was packing when the advisor found her, hurriedly shoving clothes into a worn out sack. He could tell that her eyes were red and shining, tear stained tracks on her cheeks.
“Princess -” he started, ready to dissuade her from the decision she was making.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it,” the young girl said, cutting her advisor off. “I’m leaving. She doesn’t understand me. She never has and never will. All I want to do is live my own life!”
“Princess, this is your life, whether you like it or not. The O.Z. needs a queen and that has to be you. I know you love your kingdom, so please, take heed of your mother’s words. She does know what’s best for you -”
“NO! She doesn’t! She knows what’s best for her! She knows what’s best for the O.Z.!”
“And so should you! Do you or do you not want what is best for the O.Z.? If you do, then I suggest you take a break from packing, take a walk, clear your head. I will talk to your mother and see if we can’t postpone any and all wedding arrangements. But know this, princess. You can’t run from your destiny.”
The young advisor took one last look at the princess who was still trying to shove clothes into her bag. As he walked out the door he heard a ‘thump’ and a high pitched squeal as the princess let out her frustration.
*****
She’d taken her advisor’s advice and was, at the moment, enjoying a leisurely walk by the lakes of Finaqua. Her head, however, was far from cleared, the words her advisor had said ringing in her ears.
Do you or do you not want what is best for the O.Z.?
Of course she wanted what was best for the O.Z. This was her home, her kingdom, her future. But she did not want to be tied down to some no-name royal who only wanted her hand so he could become King. That was not the life for her and Ozma be damned if she should be subject to it.
You can’t run from your destiny.
No, but she could certainly take a break from it. She’d made up her mind. She was going to go back upstairs, grab her satchel and catch the first horse out of here. She’d come back as soon as her mother realized that she could not push her daughter into a loveless marriage willy-nilly.
The princess took a step back from the lake that she’d wandered to, a light breeze catching her dark hair. She tilted her face to the sky, squinting at the harsh sunlight. She loved moments like these, when she could be herself, not the princess or future queen, but her.
She turned, ready to go back to the palace, but a reflection in the water’s sparkling surface caught her attention. There was something in the sky, something strange and unknown. She tilted her head back once more to get a clearer look at the alien object. A basket hanging from a balloon? And every once in a while, a sharp blast of fire from the center. Strange indeed.
There seemed to be someone in the basket, as well. A young man by the looks of it, running around the small area of the straw basket, adjusting things and throwing ropes over the sides. He glanced over the side of his balloon, noticing how close he was to the surface of the water and then went back to adjusting the fire bursting above him.
The princess took a step towards the now landing flying apparatus, but her ever present guard stopped her with a hand on her arm. She shook him off and continued her way to the now stationary balloon. The young man was still rushing around the small area of the basket and hadn’t noticed the girl approach until she’d called out a greeting.
“Hello,” she said, approaching the balloon with caution. She watched the man as he worked, his blond hair shining in the bright sun and his blue eyes shining, catching the orange of the fire for a moment.
“Hi,” the man replied, seemingly out of breath. He was in the middle of adjusting the hot air valve and looked down at his visitor. When he caught sight of her his breath caught in his throat and his arms fell to his sides. “Hi,” he said again, grabbing the railing with both hands and launching himself over the side where he landed with a soft thump on the grass.
“I’m…Ahamo,” the man said, stepping forward to take the young woman’s hand. She held it out to him and he brought her knuckles to his lips for a soft kiss, never taking his eyes off her beautiful lavender ones.
“I’m Lavender,” the princess replied, a light blush staining her cheeks at the feel of his lips on her hand. Maybe this courting business wouldn’t be so bad after all.