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[Nov. 22, 2006][Original] First Night in the Royal Palace
Title: First Night in the Royal Palace
Day/Theme: Nov. 22, 2006 softness, compliance, forgiveness, grace
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Jason Nayan and Rizetti Morang
Rating: PG
The soft folds of vanilla white muslin surrounded him and though he was not quite ready for sleep, he closed his long-lashed brown eyes and sighed with delight. An hour ago he had dined in the Pearl Hall with his generals, the leaders of the provinces, and a myriad of other influential members of Sué society. An hour prior to that he had been crowned king on the steps of the royal palace before cheering throngs. Only a day earlier he had been covered in mud and dust with dried blood stuck to his cheek and his position in the nation uncertain. Now he was finally able to enjoy the quarters of a king and to rest fully, not having to guard himself on a battlefield from other claimants to the throne.
He pulled the cloth up to his nose and smelled the dewy fragrance of the freshly laundered fabric. The pillows were plump and soft. The mattress was thick and supportive, unlike the cotton cot he had grown used to while on campaign. Truly, this was the bed of a king!
"You're one lucky fellow!" he chuckled to himself, spreading his arms out wide. From where he lay, he could reach neither side of the bed with his fingertips. "You've really made it big, Jason Karol il Onica Nayan la Miyari!" The extended name rolled off his tongue like a sweet peppermint. It felt exotic to him. Before his coronation he had been known simply as Jason Nayan. "Karol" was the reign name chosen for him by his advisors. "Il Onica" meant "the king" and "la Miyari" indicated the kingdom- "of Miyari." He was Miyari's sixteenth Karol il Onica. There was a high turnover rate for monarchs here. "Here's hoping," he thought, "That I can last longer than my most recent predecessors!"
The last king, Seri Apollo il Onica Atien la Miyari, or Apollo XI, had been assassinated after twelve years in office by other members of House Atien, leading to a period of intense regional conflict until Jason's side emerged victorious. The king before Apollo XI, Pablo Apollo il Onica Belioso la Miyari- Apollo X- had ruled for two and a half years and was more remembered for his wife, a noble woman from Martay, who was hated almost universally throughout the country, than for anything he personally did. And before Apollo X had been Martio Karol il Onica Abiosso la Miyari. Karol XV had been popular. His rule was not without strife, but he was one of the few leaders in all Miyari's history who had now been deposed or assassinated. Karol XV had actually died from the Moq Sleeping Plague. Thinking about it gave Jason the shivers. It had been a decade or so since the last notable outbreak outside Moqland, but it was a fatal disease and the idea of it terrified him. He knew plenty about the dangers of the battlefield and did not fear the blade, but diseases of all kinds horrified him.
He shook with a tremor of fright and tugged the sheets over his head, then jumped clear out of the bed, quivering in horror- was this the bed Karol XV had died in? ...Now how would he get to sleep? Jason stalked off angrily in his long, linen nightshirt and slippers to complain to his chief advisor, Rizetti Morang. Rizetti was chatting in a hallway of his personal quarters with a young maid, his toned torso bare and his dark hair loose around his shoulders. "Riz!" Jason shouted, taking full use of his new-found authority. The girl nearly jumped. "This place is safe, right? It's guarded, it's clean, it's been inspected?"
"Of course, Your Highness," Rizetti replied, he looked pleadingly at the girl as if urging her not to be frightened into leaving by the noisy approach of her new master. "I've seen to everything personally," the chief advisor declared firmly.
"I'm sorry for doubting you," Jason admitted, but did not allow the tone of authority to recede from his voice, "I will not be so ridiculous in the future. Goodnight, Riz."
"Goodnight, sir," Rizetti sighed as the young monarch scuffed away. The blue-eyed maid had not retreated. Rizetti's eyes twinkled. It was time to make his move...
Jason, still feeling a bit tense returned to his quarters and gingerly slipped back into bed. The logical part of his mind was calmed, but his anxious emotions were not entirely under control. ...If only he were not so alone, perhaps he could relax and rest. He considered going back and commanding Rizetti to spend the night in his quarters, but it didn't seem quite fair. And he was king now. He could not have the servants nor Rizetti thinking he was some kind of big baby who could not sleep alone in his own palace.
He breathed deeply and closed his eyes in hopes of inviting the sleep that still hung around the edges of his mind. And, gradually, that sleep came and Jason, Karol XVI, drifted off to sleep for the first time in the royal palace.
Day/Theme: Nov. 22, 2006 softness, compliance, forgiveness, grace
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Jason Nayan and Rizetti Morang
Rating: PG
The soft folds of vanilla white muslin surrounded him and though he was not quite ready for sleep, he closed his long-lashed brown eyes and sighed with delight. An hour ago he had dined in the Pearl Hall with his generals, the leaders of the provinces, and a myriad of other influential members of Sué society. An hour prior to that he had been crowned king on the steps of the royal palace before cheering throngs. Only a day earlier he had been covered in mud and dust with dried blood stuck to his cheek and his position in the nation uncertain. Now he was finally able to enjoy the quarters of a king and to rest fully, not having to guard himself on a battlefield from other claimants to the throne.
He pulled the cloth up to his nose and smelled the dewy fragrance of the freshly laundered fabric. The pillows were plump and soft. The mattress was thick and supportive, unlike the cotton cot he had grown used to while on campaign. Truly, this was the bed of a king!
"You're one lucky fellow!" he chuckled to himself, spreading his arms out wide. From where he lay, he could reach neither side of the bed with his fingertips. "You've really made it big, Jason Karol il Onica Nayan la Miyari!" The extended name rolled off his tongue like a sweet peppermint. It felt exotic to him. Before his coronation he had been known simply as Jason Nayan. "Karol" was the reign name chosen for him by his advisors. "Il Onica" meant "the king" and "la Miyari" indicated the kingdom- "of Miyari." He was Miyari's sixteenth Karol il Onica. There was a high turnover rate for monarchs here. "Here's hoping," he thought, "That I can last longer than my most recent predecessors!"
The last king, Seri Apollo il Onica Atien la Miyari, or Apollo XI, had been assassinated after twelve years in office by other members of House Atien, leading to a period of intense regional conflict until Jason's side emerged victorious. The king before Apollo XI, Pablo Apollo il Onica Belioso la Miyari- Apollo X- had ruled for two and a half years and was more remembered for his wife, a noble woman from Martay, who was hated almost universally throughout the country, than for anything he personally did. And before Apollo X had been Martio Karol il Onica Abiosso la Miyari. Karol XV had been popular. His rule was not without strife, but he was one of the few leaders in all Miyari's history who had now been deposed or assassinated. Karol XV had actually died from the Moq Sleeping Plague. Thinking about it gave Jason the shivers. It had been a decade or so since the last notable outbreak outside Moqland, but it was a fatal disease and the idea of it terrified him. He knew plenty about the dangers of the battlefield and did not fear the blade, but diseases of all kinds horrified him.
He shook with a tremor of fright and tugged the sheets over his head, then jumped clear out of the bed, quivering in horror- was this the bed Karol XV had died in? ...Now how would he get to sleep? Jason stalked off angrily in his long, linen nightshirt and slippers to complain to his chief advisor, Rizetti Morang. Rizetti was chatting in a hallway of his personal quarters with a young maid, his toned torso bare and his dark hair loose around his shoulders. "Riz!" Jason shouted, taking full use of his new-found authority. The girl nearly jumped. "This place is safe, right? It's guarded, it's clean, it's been inspected?"
"Of course, Your Highness," Rizetti replied, he looked pleadingly at the girl as if urging her not to be frightened into leaving by the noisy approach of her new master. "I've seen to everything personally," the chief advisor declared firmly.
"I'm sorry for doubting you," Jason admitted, but did not allow the tone of authority to recede from his voice, "I will not be so ridiculous in the future. Goodnight, Riz."
"Goodnight, sir," Rizetti sighed as the young monarch scuffed away. The blue-eyed maid had not retreated. Rizetti's eyes twinkled. It was time to make his move...
Jason, still feeling a bit tense returned to his quarters and gingerly slipped back into bed. The logical part of his mind was calmed, but his anxious emotions were not entirely under control. ...If only he were not so alone, perhaps he could relax and rest. He considered going back and commanding Rizetti to spend the night in his quarters, but it didn't seem quite fair. And he was king now. He could not have the servants nor Rizetti thinking he was some kind of big baby who could not sleep alone in his own palace.
He breathed deeply and closed his eyes in hopes of inviting the sleep that still hung around the edges of his mind. And, gradually, that sleep came and Jason, Karol XVI, drifted off to sleep for the first time in the royal palace.