Intercomm fic: A Long-Distance Special Treat
Title: A Long-Distance Special Treat
Author: railise
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Isabella, Squire Thornton
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set pre-2x01.
Summary: News travels, and the seeds of rebellion are planted.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for isabella_giz in rh_intercomm. This doesn't necessarily feel like comedy to me, but the series as a whole is, hence the genre tag.
Part 5 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Isabella opened the letter and began reading aloud as Thornton took a large bite of ham across the table from her.
"My dearest Thornton," she began, making sure to keep her voice from reflecting her opinion of that greeting. "I trust this letter finds you well..." She barely paid attention to what it was she was reading, since she could not care less about Lord Acton, his simpering wife, his puerile sons, his vapid daughters, or how any of them were faring.
However, toward the end of the missive, something finally caught her notice. "My Griselda sends interesting news from Nottingham. Apparently, there is a mad (and literate) baker on the loose, forming messages in bread that insult that sheriff. The most recent, as of her writing, hung near the castle gates and was made to say, 'THE SHERYFF IS A POXY JOLTHEAD.'" Thornton snorted around a mouthful of turnips, and Isabella found smiling as she continued. "Great effort is being made to locate the culprit, although to date, neither the sheriff nor his lieutenant--" She broke off, seeing the name of that man. Guy was in Nottingham? That was not too far from here.
"Isabella?"
Clearing her throat and having a quick drink as though that was why she stopped, she skipped over reading the name aloud. "Neither the sheriff nor his lieutenant have been able to bring the miscreant to justice, much to the amusement of the townsfolk..." The rest of the parchment was further discussion of Griselda's brood, all of them as vapid as their mother, and Isabella's mind wandered as she finished it.
She could get to Nottingham. She just needed an opportunity...
Author: railise
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Isabella, Squire Thornton
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set pre-2x01.
Summary: News travels, and the seeds of rebellion are planted.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for isabella_giz in rh_intercomm. This doesn't necessarily feel like comedy to me, but the series as a whole is, hence the genre tag.
Part 5 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Isabella opened the letter and began reading aloud as Thornton took a large bite of ham across the table from her.
"My dearest Thornton," she began, making sure to keep her voice from reflecting her opinion of that greeting. "I trust this letter finds you well..." She barely paid attention to what it was she was reading, since she could not care less about Lord Acton, his simpering wife, his puerile sons, his vapid daughters, or how any of them were faring.
However, toward the end of the missive, something finally caught her notice. "My Griselda sends interesting news from Nottingham. Apparently, there is a mad (and literate) baker on the loose, forming messages in bread that insult that sheriff. The most recent, as of her writing, hung near the castle gates and was made to say, 'THE SHERYFF IS A POXY JOLTHEAD.'" Thornton snorted around a mouthful of turnips, and Isabella found smiling as she continued. "Great effort is being made to locate the culprit, although to date, neither the sheriff nor his lieutenant--" She broke off, seeing the name of that man. Guy was in Nottingham? That was not too far from here.
"Isabella?"
Clearing her throat and having a quick drink as though that was why she stopped, she skipped over reading the name aloud. "Neither the sheriff nor his lieutenant have been able to bring the miscreant to justice, much to the amusement of the townsfolk..." The rest of the parchment was further discussion of Griselda's brood, all of them as vapid as their mother, and Isabella's mind wandered as she finished it.
She could get to Nottingham. She just needed an opportunity...