15min fic #68
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Title~ Ambitions
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Random charries and fic are mine~~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 68. I have no idea who these two people are either. Ph34 my making-up-names-on-the-spot skillzzz.
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“Mother, I want to be a part of the King’s Own.”
Lirana looked up from the tunic she was mending, pausing slightly to blink at her fourteen-year-old son. “What brought this on?”
Ranuk shrugged and looked down at his feet. “I just… do.”
A crooked smile graced his mother’s lips as she noticed the faint hint of colour that had crept into Ranuk’s cheeks. “This decision wouldn’t have anything to do with that pretty young thing who was admitted two days ago, would it?”
“Three days,” the boy mumbled, “and no, I’ve always wanted to be part of the Own.”
Lirana nodded and looked back to her sewing. “I seem to remember last year you had your heart set on being a brewer.”
“Yes, well…”
“And before that, it was your full intention to live your days out as a carpenter. Moving up in the ranks, are you?”
“This is different, Mother,” the boy argued defensively.
The same crooked, knowing smile played again on Lirana’s lips. “I know. This time a woman’s involved.”
There were a few moments of silence. “I still want to be part of the Own.”
“And doubtless near every boy of your age has that same wish, even more so now.” She laid the tunic down on her knees and looked up at the boy. “I’ll tell you what: why don’t you go up to the palace tomorrow and talk to the First General… what’s his name? Nolryn?”
It was Ranuk’s turn to smile knowingly this time. “He’s the prince, Mother. Niloran’s the First General.”
Lirana shrugged dismissively. “I knew it was something like that. Anyway, why don’t you have a talk with him tomorrow, I’m sure he’ll set you straight.”
Ranuk grinned. “Thank you, Mother!”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Random charries and fic are mine~~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 68. I have no idea who these two people are either. Ph34 my making-up-names-on-the-spot skillzzz.
“Mother, I want to be a part of the King’s Own.”
Lirana looked up from the tunic she was mending, pausing slightly to blink at her fourteen-year-old son. “What brought this on?”
Ranuk shrugged and looked down at his feet. “I just… do.”
A crooked smile graced his mother’s lips as she noticed the faint hint of colour that had crept into Ranuk’s cheeks. “This decision wouldn’t have anything to do with that pretty young thing who was admitted two days ago, would it?”
“Three days,” the boy mumbled, “and no, I’ve always wanted to be part of the Own.”
Lirana nodded and looked back to her sewing. “I seem to remember last year you had your heart set on being a brewer.”
“Yes, well…”
“And before that, it was your full intention to live your days out as a carpenter. Moving up in the ranks, are you?”
“This is different, Mother,” the boy argued defensively.
The same crooked, knowing smile played again on Lirana’s lips. “I know. This time a woman’s involved.”
There were a few moments of silence. “I still want to be part of the Own.”
“And doubtless near every boy of your age has that same wish, even more so now.” She laid the tunic down on her knees and looked up at the boy. “I’ll tell you what: why don’t you go up to the palace tomorrow and talk to the First General… what’s his name? Nolryn?”
It was Ranuk’s turn to smile knowingly this time. “He’s the prince, Mother. Niloran’s the First General.”
Lirana shrugged dismissively. “I knew it was something like that. Anyway, why don’t you have a talk with him tomorrow, I’m sure he’ll set you straight.”
Ranuk grinned. “Thank you, Mother!”