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[May 10] [Original] Heel
Title: Heel
Day/Theme: May 10 / the night grows darker yet
Series: original - Halcyon’s Mandate
Character/Pairing: Audric, Andromache
Rating: G
Word Count: 310
Under the retreating sun, the basin of water seemed a goblet of molten iron. It reflected the Alandeja’s distraught expression, the worried wrinkle that bisected her forehead and the strained lines that pulled the edges of her mouth down. The waters of Anda lied not; her wan appearance was not due to morning sickness, but to the worsening situation of the home she had vacated some weeks ago.
She leaned against the stone slab that carried the magical articles she had carried away to this remote fortress. The struggling shrub beside her, a cutting from the tree of Mnuno only recently planted, stirred slightly as the pressure in the room changed, then returned to its original state.
Andromache spun, turning a half-pleading look to her husband. His gaze was steady and stern as he stepped up the dais she stood upon, but he said nothing until he was only an arms-length away.
“Her Majesty’s presence shall honor us in our continual council of war,” said Audric formally. The address he used was not lost on her. She had known for days about the king’s death, had already given snatches of space to grief whenever she could afford to.
“I will be by your side, my Lord,” was her reply. “We ride to Kan Tara.”
Audric shook his head once, sharply. “Kan Tara has fallen.”
“Then we will reclaim it!” Andromache’s voice was choked. “If not, I’ll ride with you to whichever stronghold you wish to prepare next. Leaving me here again... Audie—!”
“Kan Tara has fallen,” the new king repeated. “You will stay, Maki.”
Andromache hugged herself. “Fine.”
The king’s face softened, but only by a wisp. “I am not here to comfort you.”
“I know.”
The queen touched a hand to Audric’s face, then left the severe white room and the impending darkness the glass ceiling could not keep out.
~end
Day/Theme: May 10 / the night grows darker yet
Series: original - Halcyon’s Mandate
Character/Pairing: Audric, Andromache
Rating: G
Word Count: 310
Under the retreating sun, the basin of water seemed a goblet of molten iron. It reflected the Alandeja’s distraught expression, the worried wrinkle that bisected her forehead and the strained lines that pulled the edges of her mouth down. The waters of Anda lied not; her wan appearance was not due to morning sickness, but to the worsening situation of the home she had vacated some weeks ago.
She leaned against the stone slab that carried the magical articles she had carried away to this remote fortress. The struggling shrub beside her, a cutting from the tree of Mnuno only recently planted, stirred slightly as the pressure in the room changed, then returned to its original state.
Andromache spun, turning a half-pleading look to her husband. His gaze was steady and stern as he stepped up the dais she stood upon, but he said nothing until he was only an arms-length away.
“Her Majesty’s presence shall honor us in our continual council of war,” said Audric formally. The address he used was not lost on her. She had known for days about the king’s death, had already given snatches of space to grief whenever she could afford to.
“I will be by your side, my Lord,” was her reply. “We ride to Kan Tara.”
Audric shook his head once, sharply. “Kan Tara has fallen.”
“Then we will reclaim it!” Andromache’s voice was choked. “If not, I’ll ride with you to whichever stronghold you wish to prepare next. Leaving me here again... Audie—!”
“Kan Tara has fallen,” the new king repeated. “You will stay, Maki.”
Andromache hugged herself. “Fine.”
The king’s face softened, but only by a wisp. “I am not here to comfort you.”
“I know.”
The queen touched a hand to Audric’s face, then left the severe white room and the impending darkness the glass ceiling could not keep out.
~end