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[10 April] [Kushiel's Legacy] Swan and Eagle
Title: Swan and Eagle
Day/Theme: 10 April - We used to be friends, a long time ago
Series: Kushiel's Legacy
Characters: Ysandre de la Courcel, Isidore d'Aiglemort
Rating: PG
"You could convince him," Isidore insisted, kneeling at Ysandre's feet and presumptuously taking her hands. "If you told him, if you said you'd chosen--"
"But, Isidore, I have not."
He ignored the cool voice. "Or, I do not mean to be indelicate, my lady, but the King is quite old, and not strong. There will not be long to wait. And then--"
"Isidore," she said firmly. "Isidore, how could I marry you?" Her pale violet eyes were still but keen, focused on his noble face. "How, when I will never know if it is me or my crown that you love?"
Another man would have protested, would have sworn his devotion to her, be she Queen or beggar, would have spilled lines of faithfulness and passion. Isidore simply cast his black eyes downward, silver hair streaming in his face.
Ysandre drew a deep breath. "You do not know, yourself. Do you? Your own heart cannot say if it yearns for myself or my throne. If it loves a lady or a legacy."
"I would be a good King," Isidore said, quietly. "And a good husband. A good father, Ysandre."
"I doubt it not."
Day/Theme: 10 April - We used to be friends, a long time ago
Series: Kushiel's Legacy
Characters: Ysandre de la Courcel, Isidore d'Aiglemort
Rating: PG
"You could convince him," Isidore insisted, kneeling at Ysandre's feet and presumptuously taking her hands. "If you told him, if you said you'd chosen--"
"But, Isidore, I have not."
He ignored the cool voice. "Or, I do not mean to be indelicate, my lady, but the King is quite old, and not strong. There will not be long to wait. And then--"
"Isidore," she said firmly. "Isidore, how could I marry you?" Her pale violet eyes were still but keen, focused on his noble face. "How, when I will never know if it is me or my crown that you love?"
Another man would have protested, would have sworn his devotion to her, be she Queen or beggar, would have spilled lines of faithfulness and passion. Isidore simply cast his black eyes downward, silver hair streaming in his face.
Ysandre drew a deep breath. "You do not know, yourself. Do you? Your own heart cannot say if it yearns for myself or my throne. If it loves a lady or a legacy."
"I would be a good King," Isidore said, quietly. "And a good husband. A good father, Ysandre."
"I doubt it not."