15min fic #36
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Title~ Prospective Queen #2
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Charries mentioned are mine~ and so is the fic.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 36. I swear I'm going to end up doing Nol's entire hrai-dani in 15min fics XD;
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Nolryn sat in the chair in the corner of his bed chamber, idly spinning his crown on the table beside him. One ankle rested on the opposite knee, his foot tapping against the air. His dark eyes were fixed intensely on the wall ahead of him, though he didn’t really see it. He was too deep in thought.
She knew well how to run a kingdom, so much so that it made the prince feel uncomfortable when she begun on conversations of the affairs of state. A problem that Nolryn may have agonised over for days was solved by Lynnlita the instant it was posed to her. What made it worse was that Nolryn could see easily why she had come to that conclusion, only after she had explained it.
As far as Llayans went, she was quite beautiful: since she lived in the desert region of the kingdom, she was able to maintain a skin tone closer to that of the Raykinians Nol was used to. Her dark hair fell in delicate ringlets around her face, and her honey-brown eyes were framed by long, black lashes. She was even the right height, which was more than the prince could say for most Raykinians.
Nol stood and let his crown clatter to the tabletop before beginning the process of unlacing the unnecessarily complicated leather straps of his ceremonial sandals. He could see easily why his Majesty had chosen to lump the Llayan princess on him. She was, on paper at least, perfect.
He frowned again, finally removing one of the sandals. She may be the perfect queen, but as a wife, she would just be so incredibly plain and boring. As far as Llayan royalty was concerned, ‘fun’ was not a word that belonged in the vocabulary of any language.
During the evening, while Nolryn was observing the antics of some of the more rowdy guests, Lynnlita had proposed rather crisply to abolish alcohol, or at least weaken it, “so as to better preserve the intellectual minds this kingdom has to offer.”
Nolryn had nearly fallen off of the balcony. In the minds of nearly every Raykinian, such a proposal was worse than blasphemy. For the prince, it bore an even greater threat.
He dumped the other sandal on the floor and rested his elbows on his knees, pressing the heels of his palms into his temples and sighing heavily. The next day, his Majesty would undoubtedly ask for the prince’s opinions on their ‘unexpected’ foreign visitors. It was just as doubtless that he would expect Nol to fall back on his standard excuse that ‘she isn’t ‘may,’ but this time at least, Nol had a full arsenal.
The prince smiled darkly. Even Majesty knew the full ratifications of banning beer.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Charries mentioned are mine~ and so is the fic.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 36. I swear I'm going to end up doing Nol's entire hrai-dani in 15min fics XD;
Nolryn sat in the chair in the corner of his bed chamber, idly spinning his crown on the table beside him. One ankle rested on the opposite knee, his foot tapping against the air. His dark eyes were fixed intensely on the wall ahead of him, though he didn’t really see it. He was too deep in thought.
She knew well how to run a kingdom, so much so that it made the prince feel uncomfortable when she begun on conversations of the affairs of state. A problem that Nolryn may have agonised over for days was solved by Lynnlita the instant it was posed to her. What made it worse was that Nolryn could see easily why she had come to that conclusion, only after she had explained it.
As far as Llayans went, she was quite beautiful: since she lived in the desert region of the kingdom, she was able to maintain a skin tone closer to that of the Raykinians Nol was used to. Her dark hair fell in delicate ringlets around her face, and her honey-brown eyes were framed by long, black lashes. She was even the right height, which was more than the prince could say for most Raykinians.
Nol stood and let his crown clatter to the tabletop before beginning the process of unlacing the unnecessarily complicated leather straps of his ceremonial sandals. He could see easily why his Majesty had chosen to lump the Llayan princess on him. She was, on paper at least, perfect.
He frowned again, finally removing one of the sandals. She may be the perfect queen, but as a wife, she would just be so incredibly plain and boring. As far as Llayan royalty was concerned, ‘fun’ was not a word that belonged in the vocabulary of any language.
During the evening, while Nolryn was observing the antics of some of the more rowdy guests, Lynnlita had proposed rather crisply to abolish alcohol, or at least weaken it, “so as to better preserve the intellectual minds this kingdom has to offer.”
Nolryn had nearly fallen off of the balcony. In the minds of nearly every Raykinian, such a proposal was worse than blasphemy. For the prince, it bore an even greater threat.
He dumped the other sandal on the floor and rested his elbows on his knees, pressing the heels of his palms into his temples and sighing heavily. The next day, his Majesty would undoubtedly ask for the prince’s opinions on their ‘unexpected’ foreign visitors. It was just as doubtless that he would expect Nol to fall back on his standard excuse that ‘she isn’t ‘may,’ but this time at least, Nol had a full arsenal.
The prince smiled darkly. Even Majesty knew the full ratifications of banning beer.