15min fic #10
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Title~ Hug
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Nick any of this and the Chinese water torture will get j00.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 10. Cos more often than not, a hug says more than words ever could.
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It wasn’t often that the prince spoke to her, let alone with such feeling as he was showing now. It seemed to Yamin that he was more talking to himself than to her, but she let him talk nevertheless. Sometimes, talking about a problem was the best way to solve it. She wished she could have that privilege.
“Majesty hasn’t the right to dictate my life,” Nolryn was saying, glaring down at his clenched fists. “I know I need to find a wife, but he has no right to throw every foreign princess at me and tell me what a lovely girl she is.”
Yamin stretched an arm over his hunched shoulders, doing her best to comfort him as another shuddering sigh escaped his lips.
The prince forcibly flexed his fingers to free them of the tight fists, then drew a knee up to rest his temple on it, looking quizzically at the healer. “Why would she turn me down?” He asked it almost conversationally, as though he were offering Yamin a glass of water.
Yamin blinked, not entirely certain whether the prince wished for a response or not. Either way, she couldn’t give him one.
Nolryn sighed yet again, rested his chin on his knee and focused on the floor. “How many thousands of women in this kingdom would wish to be its queen when its current ruler passes on, and I manage to choose the one who doesn’t?” The ghost of an ironic laugh came from his lips. “It must be strange to hear someone talk of your sister in such a way,” he said quietly, “I love her, Yamin, why won’t she take me for her husband?”
Yamin curled her arm tighter around the prince, knowing this time he wasn’t after a response. It was a question he had been asking himself for the better part of a month, Yamin could tell.
“I don’t want Princess Lynnlita, I don’t want Princess Sinkasa, I don’t want Princess Ssissalussaza or whoever she is. I want Nimay.”
Whether Nolryn knew it or not, it was obvious at least to Yamin that he hadn’t come to her for any answers, certainly not for any words. Even if she could offer them, they would not help.
All he needed was a hug.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Nick any of this and the Chinese water torture will get j00.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 10. Cos more often than not, a hug says more than words ever could.
It wasn’t often that the prince spoke to her, let alone with such feeling as he was showing now. It seemed to Yamin that he was more talking to himself than to her, but she let him talk nevertheless. Sometimes, talking about a problem was the best way to solve it. She wished she could have that privilege.
“Majesty hasn’t the right to dictate my life,” Nolryn was saying, glaring down at his clenched fists. “I know I need to find a wife, but he has no right to throw every foreign princess at me and tell me what a lovely girl she is.”
Yamin stretched an arm over his hunched shoulders, doing her best to comfort him as another shuddering sigh escaped his lips.
The prince forcibly flexed his fingers to free them of the tight fists, then drew a knee up to rest his temple on it, looking quizzically at the healer. “Why would she turn me down?” He asked it almost conversationally, as though he were offering Yamin a glass of water.
Yamin blinked, not entirely certain whether the prince wished for a response or not. Either way, she couldn’t give him one.
Nolryn sighed yet again, rested his chin on his knee and focused on the floor. “How many thousands of women in this kingdom would wish to be its queen when its current ruler passes on, and I manage to choose the one who doesn’t?” The ghost of an ironic laugh came from his lips. “It must be strange to hear someone talk of your sister in such a way,” he said quietly, “I love her, Yamin, why won’t she take me for her husband?”
Yamin curled her arm tighter around the prince, knowing this time he wasn’t after a response. It was a question he had been asking himself for the better part of a month, Yamin could tell.
“I don’t want Princess Lynnlita, I don’t want Princess Sinkasa, I don’t want Princess Ssissalussaza or whoever she is. I want Nimay.”
Whether Nolryn knew it or not, it was obvious at least to Yamin that he hadn’t come to her for any answers, certainly not for any words. Even if she could offer them, they would not help.
All he needed was a hug.
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Date: 2004-08-14 07:08 am (UTC)