15min fic #27
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Title~ Manipulate
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Nol and Lynnlita are mine~ and so's the fic =D
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 27. Nol's hrai-dani. Yep, that it is.
Edit~ 1 October 2006~ My GOD these two have changed since this fic. This was Lynnlita's first ever appearance in fic form. In truth, the two of them have met several times before, and there's no way in hell Nol would be this polite with her XD Or vice versa, really. Yay for ye olde fics X3
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Nolryn looked out over the courtyard of Ni-Yana’s palace, feeling strangely more princely than he could remember having felt before. The red cobblestones, usually vacant but for one or two members of the palace staff, swarmed with so many people that the prince decided the rest of Ni-Yana must be empty, or at least very close to it.
It was interesting to note that the people naturally moved to their geographical equivalent in the palace grounds. The upper-class mingled around the western end, near the stables where they could marvel at the horses, while the peasants thronged around the more southern end. Nolryn smiled wryly as he cast his dark brown gaze on the peasants, remembering well what he had been told no more than two weeks ago. It appeared that free food was quite a drawcard for the peasants, even if it was in honour of someone they would rather not see as king.
“Majesty?”
“Highness,” Nolryn corrected absently, not turning from the window. He was used to servants appearing at the door to give him messages.
“Princess Lynnlita of Llayad wishes to make acquaintances with Prince Nolryn of Raykin.”
The prince blinked and raised an amused eyebrow, now recognising the strangely flat accent of the Llayans. He had never understood why they spoke in third person, even when speaking in a language that used the words ‘me’ and ‘you’.
“Princess Lynnlita is quite welcome to make the acquaintance of Prince Nolryn,” he told the Llayan, still not turning from the window.
“His Majesty King Mithé has recommended that Prince Nolryn takes leave of his bed chamber and socialises with his guests.”
Nol glanced through half-lidded eyes at the peasants, already beginning to make trouble in the southern end of the courtyard. Finally he turned from the window, hooking his crown from the corner of a chair and spinning it on one finger. “Princess Lynnlita has been denounced to the duties of a mere palace servant?” he asked, amused that the Llayan princess would allow herself such degradations.
The princess smiled and a slight hint of colour flushed her cheeks as she hooked dark brown hair behind an ear. “Princess Lynnlita announced the duties as her own.”
Nolryn raised his eyebrows, visibly surprised, then shrugged and flicked his crown onto his head. “As my lady wishes,” he told her, then joined the princess at the door.
Somehow, his Majesty had had something to do with the foreign princess’ appearance, Nolryn could tell.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Nol and Lynnlita are mine~ and so's the fic =D
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 27. Nol's hrai-dani. Yep, that it is.
Edit~ 1 October 2006~ My GOD these two have changed since this fic. This was Lynnlita's first ever appearance in fic form. In truth, the two of them have met several times before, and there's no way in hell Nol would be this polite with her XD Or vice versa, really. Yay for ye olde fics X3
Nolryn looked out over the courtyard of Ni-Yana’s palace, feeling strangely more princely than he could remember having felt before. The red cobblestones, usually vacant but for one or two members of the palace staff, swarmed with so many people that the prince decided the rest of Ni-Yana must be empty, or at least very close to it.
It was interesting to note that the people naturally moved to their geographical equivalent in the palace grounds. The upper-class mingled around the western end, near the stables where they could marvel at the horses, while the peasants thronged around the more southern end. Nolryn smiled wryly as he cast his dark brown gaze on the peasants, remembering well what he had been told no more than two weeks ago. It appeared that free food was quite a drawcard for the peasants, even if it was in honour of someone they would rather not see as king.
“Majesty?”
“Highness,” Nolryn corrected absently, not turning from the window. He was used to servants appearing at the door to give him messages.
“Princess Lynnlita of Llayad wishes to make acquaintances with Prince Nolryn of Raykin.”
The prince blinked and raised an amused eyebrow, now recognising the strangely flat accent of the Llayans. He had never understood why they spoke in third person, even when speaking in a language that used the words ‘me’ and ‘you’.
“Princess Lynnlita is quite welcome to make the acquaintance of Prince Nolryn,” he told the Llayan, still not turning from the window.
“His Majesty King Mithé has recommended that Prince Nolryn takes leave of his bed chamber and socialises with his guests.”
Nol glanced through half-lidded eyes at the peasants, already beginning to make trouble in the southern end of the courtyard. Finally he turned from the window, hooking his crown from the corner of a chair and spinning it on one finger. “Princess Lynnlita has been denounced to the duties of a mere palace servant?” he asked, amused that the Llayan princess would allow herself such degradations.
The princess smiled and a slight hint of colour flushed her cheeks as she hooked dark brown hair behind an ear. “Princess Lynnlita announced the duties as her own.”
Nolryn raised his eyebrows, visibly surprised, then shrugged and flicked his crown onto his head. “As my lady wishes,” he told her, then joined the princess at the door.
Somehow, his Majesty had had something to do with the foreign princess’ appearance, Nolryn could tell.