I had a bit of trouble with this one since earlier this week I did the typical Alistair jealousy thing for the Zevran Jealousy prompt but I finally came up with this:
Jealousy
Alistair didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move from that spot or else he’d surely be spotted. He had only been admiring the swords in the armory for a minute and he had even taken care to make sure that no one was in it first! Unfortunately, he had soon heard noises and since, strictly speaking, he wasn’t allowed in there he hid in the large vase in the corner of the room. An armory was a rather strange place for a vase, yes, but Arl Eamon hated it and since Isolde’s mother had bought it for them he couldn’t get rid of it and thus tucked it reasonably out of sight in here.
Alistair couldn’t see a thing unless he stuck his head up for a glance which he had when he first climbed into the vase. Ten-year-old Cailan had dragged a grinning older blonde man into the room and a slightly irritated man with shoulder-length black hair and shiny silver armor followed them in. Alistair had no idea who that second man was but the first looked enough like him that he knew that this must be King Maric. His father…sort of. If it hadn’t been for this man, he wouldn’t exist but Alistair had always kind of thought that being a father was about more than just that.
“This is the best room I’ve ever been in!” Cailan declared happily.
“Is that so?” someone asked, amused. Alistair thought that that was probably Maric since the other man didn’t look at all amused. So that was what his father sounded like.
“Cailan, the armory at the palace is twice as big as this,” the other man pointed out.
“Yeah but I can see that whenever I want to,” Cailan argued. “You guys never let me come to Redcliffe.”
Maric coughed. “It’s not like we’re trying to keep you away from Redcliffe or anything, Cailan. We’re absolutely not trying to hide anything from you, I can’t believe you’d even say that-”
“What your father means,” the other man cut in. “Is that since you’re his only heir he can’t afford to have anything happen to you and travelling is dangerous. Not to mention that Denerim is the capital and your uncles can go there to see you.”
“Yes, that is absolutely what I meant,” Maric agreed, sounding relieved. “Thank you, Loghain.”
“Happy to help,” Loghain said dryly. Alistair thought he had heard of this Loghain before. He was big in the rebellion, wasn’t he? And a commoner like Alistair for all of his royal blood.
“I know all that,” Cailan said, clearly trying to sound grown-up. “But that just means that when I can go places like this then their armories are much cooler even if they are smaller.”
“Do me a favor and don’t tell your uncle that you think his swords are better than my swords,” Maric said, sounding almost pained. “He will never let me hear the end of it.”
“Huh?” Cailan didn’t get it. Alistair didn’t either.
Apparently Loghain did, however. “I am, as always, impressed by the maturity level of our most prominent citizens.”
“If you want to, we can always blame the Orlesians for preventing any of us from having a real childhood," Maric offered.
“Maric.”
“Oh, right. What was I thinking? You always want to blame the Orlesians,” Maric teased.
“Father, this shield is bigger than I am!” Cailan exclaimed, sounding a bit strained.
“Don’t try to pick it up!” Maric cried out. “You’re going to hurt yourself! Hold on!”
“No, I’ve got it-” Cailan started to protest.
“It was going to crush you,” Loghain disagreed.
Cailan laughed. “Imagine that: the Prince of Ferelden crushed to death by a giant shield in an armory! What would people say?”
“ ‘Where did his poor Father go wrong with him’?” Maric guessed.
“Why did we let this man reproduce?” Loghain ventured.
“This shield is awesome,” Cailan announced. “And it’s so shiny. I can see my face in it and everything!”
“Are you…are you playing with your hair?” Loghain sounded pained.
“No,” Cailan said a little too quickly to be believed. “And even if I was…remember, you braid your hair.”
Maric chuckled. “He does have you there.”
“That’s not playing with it,” Loghain protested.
“Do we believe him, Cailan?” Maric asked conspiratorially.
“Not even a little,” Cailan replied.
“There you have it, Loghain. Sorry, but you’ve been outvoted. You do play with your hair,” Maric said, not sounding even vaguely sorry.
“I hate you both.”
“One of these days I should really start looking into finding a new best friend,” Maric mused. “Preferably one that doesn’t hate me. What do you think, Cailan?”
“Good idea. Maybe we’ll find one in the kitchen,” Cailan suggested brightly.
“Is that your way of saying you’re hungry?” Maric asked him.
“Now that you mention it, I do smell cheese…” Cailan trailed off. “Last one there is a rotten egg!”
Alistair heard the sounds of thundering footsteps receding. That was only the second time he’d ever been in the same room as Cailan (with the first being when Cailan hadn’t even seemed to notice him the day before when he eagerly demanded to know where the armory was) and the first he’d ever been in a room with Maric who definitely hadn’t noticed him. That was good, though. It would just be awkward for everybody and he had no idea what to say to the royalty who just happened to share his blood or the war hero he knew nothing about.
Still…seeing – or rather hearing – them sound so happy and playful…it reminded him of the other children he’d seen with their families. It wasn’t like he wanted them to be miserable or anything it was just…he wanted so badly to be a part of that and he knew that he never would, never could. He wondered if this was jealousy. Even if he had hidden just so that he wouldn’t be noticed, he still hated to be invisible.
Alistair judged that enough time had passed and stuck his head out of the vase. Maric and Cailan were gone but Loghain was standing in the doorway looking right at him.
“Interesting hiding place,” he said simply before he too turned and walked back to that happy little family scene that a quirk of fate had decreed that he could be a part of but not Alistair. Never Alistair.
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#28802
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 07:42
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Skadi_the_Evil_Elf wrote...
KnightofPhoenix wrote...
I think I am very good at public speeking.
I was the only one without a written paper and delivered the longest speech in my high school graduation ceremony.
And yes, I brought up patriotism in it
Was it as awesome as Loghain's landsmeet speech?
More awesome.
Less ranting in it
#28804
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 07:48
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Aw, Sarah, that was lovely. Alistair would have fit in so well with them as a family, and it's so clear that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. A sense of humor is clearly a family trait. So poignant....
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#28805
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:12
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KnightofPhoenix wrote...
Skadi_the_Evil_Elf wrote...
KnightofPhoenix wrote...
I think I am very good at public speeking.
I was the only one without a written paper and delivered the longest speech in my high school graduation ceremony.
And yes, I brought up patriotism in it
Was it as awesome as Loghain's landsmeet speech?
More awesome.
Less ranting in it
What?!?! No calling everyone traitors? No berating your teacher for being too old and fat to care?
No gazing madly into the faces of your classmates, and declaring "Stand with me, and together, we will defeat even the Blight itself!"?
#28806
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:17
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Skadi_the_Evil_Elf wrote...
What?!?! No calling everyone traitors? No berating your teacher for being too old and fat to care?
No gazing madly into the faces of your classmates, and declaring "Stand with me, and together, we will defeat even the Blight itself!"?
No, but I did say at the end that I am going to use my education to serve my country as it deserves (while in the French embassy I might add), and then I looked at my classmates and said: "each of us has to remember this".
lol looking back, that was audacious.
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:25
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KnightofPhoenix wrote...
No, but I did say at the end that I am going to use my education to serve my country as it deserves (while in the French embassy I might add), and then I looked at my classmates and said: "each of us has to remember this".
Now that is something Loghain totally would do.
lol looking back, that was audacious.
Audacity does not apply to those with world domination in their sights!
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:26
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Skadi_the_Evil_Elf wrote...
KnightofPhoenix wrote...
No, but I did say at the end that I am going to use my education to serve my country as it deserves (while in the French embassy I might add), and then I looked at my classmates and said: "each of us has to remember this".
Now that is something Loghain totally would do.
But I gave the speech in French.
Not sure he'd like it lol
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:29
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KnightofPhoenix wrote...
But I gave the speech in French.
Not sure he'd like it lol
I'm sure Loghain as picked up enough Orlesian swear words and insults. He'd like the audacity of saying it in words the Orlesians could understand!
#28810
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:30
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@KoP - I can imagine their expressions. 
@Sarah - Very nice.
@Sarah - Very nice.
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:47
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@Reika - I like how Alistair is able to turn to his friends for help. It's nice to see that others are there, willing and able to offer him advice instead of it always being his LI supporting him. Well done.
@Sarah - That one hurt, but I liked how you showed just how much Alistair was like his father in some ways, even if he was rarely around him.
@Sarah - That one hurt, but I liked how you showed just how much Alistair was like his father in some ways, even if he was rarely around him.
#28812
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 08:56
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@ Sarah: That prompt was one of the most awesomest of prompts! It actually made me cry a little. Poor Alistair. The last part was incredibly awesome. Loggy really was the only reason Maric ever survived the war.
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 09:35
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Hm, didn't realize the board ate part of my post. But Tigress and Skadi summed up about how I felt about your prompt, Sarah. Anytime someone posts about Alistair's childhood just makes my heart ache. And come up with evil things to do to certain people in my future stories. 
And for my own submission.
"Jealousy"
Listening to a pair of nobles alternating between whining at him and yelling at each other, Alistair felt like he was dealing with a pair of little boys squabbling over who took the other’s toys. Not a pair of grown men old enough to be his father, or grandfather in the case of one of the banns. It took all of his discipline to listen to the two men and not start yelling at them to shut up.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, he held up a hand. He was immensely gratified that they did shut up in mid-tirade. “My lords, just so I understand the situation clearly. You, Bann Newell, state that Bann Stroud sabotaged the fence of the paddock you had your prize stallion in. And this was to avoid paying stud fees when the stallion ended up in the pasture that Bann Stroud keeps his pureblooded Antivan mare who happened to be in heat and serviced said mare?”
The “grandfatherly” Bann nodded and murmured, “Indeed, Your Majesty.”
“And Bann Stroud, you contend that Bann Newell has always neglected his fences in such a manner and so do not feel you are responsible for the damages nor the stud fees?”
“Exactly so, Sire”, puffed the other man.
Maker help him, Alistair thought, at least I was forewarned about this case. Funny how being raised in a stable is actually helpful for once being a king. Lana’s lucky, she’s off hunting darkspawn, not dealing with idiot nobles. Oh well, at least it’s not over an apple tree.
Not allowing his irritation at the two men show, or the envy he had for his wife in distant Amaranthine having fun being a Grey Warden, he turned to some records that were kept of the two men. “Lord Newell, in the past year there’s been no less than eight complaints about the state of your fences, seven of which were upheld by your Arl. Including the paddock in question.”
No longer being affable, Alistair turned dark eyes upon the man, who squirmed a great deal and babbled nervously. His opponent started to preen, but not for long as the king pinned Stroud down with a similar dark look. “And Lord Stroud, I wonder, why would you keep such a valuable animal in a pasture that isn’t well guarded? Or kept in a barn at night? Antivan warmbloods are known notoriously for not dealing well with our climate which is much colder and damper than Antiva.”
He never thought he’d miss Zev’s complaints about the difference between Ferelden and Antiva, but he did. He also wondered if the former Crow realized just how much he’d learned from those complaints.
“Ah, well, you see your majesty…” The bann trailed off nervously under the deceptively friendly and receptive expression on the king’s face.
“My lords, I’m not going to drag things out anymore than this. It’s clear you each decided to take advantage of the situation. So my ruling is the following. Bann Stroud is not responsible for the damages done to the fence, but he is responsible for the stud fees since he clearly took advantage of the stallion wandering around. Bann Newell, you are to tend your fences better and to give you some encouragement, I’m fining you for allowing such a large, dangerous animal to be able to wander around in such a manner.” The figure he named made the man blanch, it wasn’t enough to beggar the minor lord, but it was enough to make him think about tending his property better.
Alistair was more than irritated with their Arl who should have dealt with this nonsense to begin with, but had a feeling the man was tired of dealing with the fractious lords. Seeing the glum faces on both men, he figured that he’d reached the right solution. After that, all the other lords that grievances decided to take them to their Arl. Said man looked even more glum than Newell and Stroud combined when he realized he’d have to deal with them after all.
Turning on the charm, he smiled easily at the Arl as he invited the man to have lunch with him, Alistair figured he’d best mend his fences with at least one of the nobleman in the area.
Marlana sat listening to Lady Liza drone about land that was given to her by Rendon Howe and debated who she wanted to kill more. The idiot in front of her who thought she was going to uphold one of Howe’s decisions, or her supposedly loving husband who saddled her with the title of Arlessa in addition to Weisshaupt’s decision to make her Warden Commander. She refused to listen to the little niggling voice that reminded her that he’d decided to give that title to the Warden Commander of Ferelden, but she wasn’t feeling particularly understanding at that point.
Instead she found herself envying her husband for being able to move on from whatever area he was currently in.
And for my own submission.
"Jealousy"
Listening to a pair of nobles alternating between whining at him and yelling at each other, Alistair felt like he was dealing with a pair of little boys squabbling over who took the other’s toys. Not a pair of grown men old enough to be his father, or grandfather in the case of one of the banns. It took all of his discipline to listen to the two men and not start yelling at them to shut up.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, he held up a hand. He was immensely gratified that they did shut up in mid-tirade. “My lords, just so I understand the situation clearly. You, Bann Newell, state that Bann Stroud sabotaged the fence of the paddock you had your prize stallion in. And this was to avoid paying stud fees when the stallion ended up in the pasture that Bann Stroud keeps his pureblooded Antivan mare who happened to be in heat and serviced said mare?”
The “grandfatherly” Bann nodded and murmured, “Indeed, Your Majesty.”
“And Bann Stroud, you contend that Bann Newell has always neglected his fences in such a manner and so do not feel you are responsible for the damages nor the stud fees?”
“Exactly so, Sire”, puffed the other man.
Maker help him, Alistair thought, at least I was forewarned about this case. Funny how being raised in a stable is actually helpful for once being a king. Lana’s lucky, she’s off hunting darkspawn, not dealing with idiot nobles. Oh well, at least it’s not over an apple tree.
Not allowing his irritation at the two men show, or the envy he had for his wife in distant Amaranthine having fun being a Grey Warden, he turned to some records that were kept of the two men. “Lord Newell, in the past year there’s been no less than eight complaints about the state of your fences, seven of which were upheld by your Arl. Including the paddock in question.”
No longer being affable, Alistair turned dark eyes upon the man, who squirmed a great deal and babbled nervously. His opponent started to preen, but not for long as the king pinned Stroud down with a similar dark look. “And Lord Stroud, I wonder, why would you keep such a valuable animal in a pasture that isn’t well guarded? Or kept in a barn at night? Antivan warmbloods are known notoriously for not dealing well with our climate which is much colder and damper than Antiva.”
He never thought he’d miss Zev’s complaints about the difference between Ferelden and Antiva, but he did. He also wondered if the former Crow realized just how much he’d learned from those complaints.
“Ah, well, you see your majesty…” The bann trailed off nervously under the deceptively friendly and receptive expression on the king’s face.
“My lords, I’m not going to drag things out anymore than this. It’s clear you each decided to take advantage of the situation. So my ruling is the following. Bann Stroud is not responsible for the damages done to the fence, but he is responsible for the stud fees since he clearly took advantage of the stallion wandering around. Bann Newell, you are to tend your fences better and to give you some encouragement, I’m fining you for allowing such a large, dangerous animal to be able to wander around in such a manner.” The figure he named made the man blanch, it wasn’t enough to beggar the minor lord, but it was enough to make him think about tending his property better.
Alistair was more than irritated with their Arl who should have dealt with this nonsense to begin with, but had a feeling the man was tired of dealing with the fractious lords. Seeing the glum faces on both men, he figured that he’d reached the right solution. After that, all the other lords that grievances decided to take them to their Arl. Said man looked even more glum than Newell and Stroud combined when he realized he’d have to deal with them after all.
Turning on the charm, he smiled easily at the Arl as he invited the man to have lunch with him, Alistair figured he’d best mend his fences with at least one of the nobleman in the area.
Marlana sat listening to Lady Liza drone about land that was given to her by Rendon Howe and debated who she wanted to kill more. The idiot in front of her who thought she was going to uphold one of Howe’s decisions, or her supposedly loving husband who saddled her with the title of Arlessa in addition to Weisshaupt’s decision to make her Warden Commander. She refused to listen to the little niggling voice that reminded her that he’d decided to give that title to the Warden Commander of Ferelden, but she wasn’t feeling particularly understanding at that point.
Instead she found herself envying her husband for being able to move on from whatever area he was currently in.
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 09:56
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@Reika - The grass is always greener, eh? LOL Loved it!
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 10:32
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I realy liked your prompt, Sarah. I like the glimpses into his cildhood - it's very touching.
Also realy liked yours, Reika. Like Tigress said - grasss is always greener :-)
Re publice speaking - It would have been pretty cool to tell some of my teachers that they're too old & fat to care.
Also realy liked yours, Reika. Like Tigress said - grasss is always greener :-)
Re publice speaking - It would have been pretty cool to tell some of my teachers that they're too old & fat to care.
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 10:34
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Really enjoyed that, Reika! I love seeing Alistair as king, Wish we got more of that in-game.
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Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 10:41
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I did a jealousy prompt fill, although I'm not a member of the group, and should have been working on my story rewrite. Or cleaning the house--or any number of things that are less fun than that, even. But I didn't.
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Dust rose into the air as the unit of guards rode from the mews and into the courtyard. Alistair raised a hand to their captain, who saluted in return, and said, “Don’t be heroes, Ansgar. The bandits operating on the north highway are unusually well trained and armed, from reports, and there may be more of them than we know. If you need reinforcements, ask, and I’ll send them.”
Captain Ansgar nodded. “Understood, my liege.” He signaled his troops, wheeled his horse around and cantered through the gates, followed by the soldiers.
Maker, Alistair wanted to go with them so much, it almost hurt.
Being king hadn’t turned out to be so bad. It was pretty interesting, actually. He was enjoying Brother Genitivi’s lessons on foreign cultures and their beliefs. Economics was a bit mind boggling, but not beyond him. Eamon was a veritable font of information about politics and diplomacy, although much of that seemed like the irritating maneuverings of people too selfish to search for a common good. Still, interesting.
And he got to do good things that otherwise might not have been done to his satisfaction, like rebuilding Lothering and planning an overhaul of housing in the Alienage with Valendrian.
But after spending the better part of a year in Denerim when not traveling from place to place with a kingly entourage, he missed his freedom, he missed the open road, he missed the action. Fire and blight, he wanted to do something!
“Alistair!”
He turned to see his consort crossing the courtyard—dressed in full plate, a normal thing at one time, but not so usual now. Alistair smiled. He missed that, too. “Where have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you all day.”
Lis took his arm and tugged him toward one of the guard barracks. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise? Yay!” Alistair grinned and put an arm around her shoulders. “I like surprises. From you, anyway.”
Inside the barracks was one of the most hard-bitten groups of men and women that Alistair had ever seen, a dozen in all. Each wore armor that echoed the design of his plate that had gathered dust in the armory for the last two months since the wedding. He looked at Lis, lifting an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
She grinned. “Meet your new guard, Alistair. Not your official guard for state affairs, royal tours, or to look pretty in the throne room. Each of these men and women has been chosen for battle experience that nears our own and a previously regrettable inability to kiss the arses of the nobility. And they can keep their mouths shut. I think you’ll like them.”
Alistair tilted his head, an answering smile spreading across his face. “Now what are you up to, I wonder?”
“I’m tired of watching you stare longingly out the gate. Andraste’s Ass, I’m tired of doing the same.”
“So you want to go looking for trouble with guards who won’t get in our way?” Alistair’s lips twisted. “I’m pretty sure a king isn’t supposed to do that.”
“No one can tell a king what to do, Alistair. Besides, we won’t be looking for trouble, just…going for a ride.” Lis gave him a wink.
“Down dark, little traveled paths, I’m certain.”
Alistair looked at his new guard—or gang of thugs, depending on your point of view. They were grinning at him in a way that wasn’t even remotely obsequious. Lis was right. He liked them already.
Lis frowned, disappointment creeping into her expression. “Alistair? Are you telling me you don’t want to go? I thought—”
“Of course I want to go! Don’t be daft.” Pulling her close, Alistair kissed her cheek soundly. “And you’re right, no one can tell a king what to do, especially that he can’t go for a ride with such valiant warriors.”
He looked at the leader of his new men-at-arms, a rough looking fellow with a badly broken nose and a scar from a blade that had narrowly missed his eye. “You are…?”
“Luthais.”
“Get the horses, Luthais. We’ll join you in the mews as soon as I get my armor.”
“Right, ser. Best hurry, though. Smells like rain.”
Alistair laughed. “Maker, that’s refreshing. Don’t worry, Luthais, we won’t dawdle.”
He grabbed Lis’s hand and all but ran to the armory. Pulling his plate off its stand, he put it on over the very kingly gambeson he’d worn to see off his troops, with Lis’s help. “You are the best wife a man could have, you know that, right?”
She smiled. “For a man who likes to fight as much as I do, yes. Good thing we ended up with each other, isn’t it? We could have really annoyed different spouses.”
“Maker’s Breath, I don’t even want to think about that.” He pulled the last strap tight and grinned at Lis. “Come on, let’s go kill something bad.”
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Dust rose into the air as the unit of guards rode from the mews and into the courtyard. Alistair raised a hand to their captain, who saluted in return, and said, “Don’t be heroes, Ansgar. The bandits operating on the north highway are unusually well trained and armed, from reports, and there may be more of them than we know. If you need reinforcements, ask, and I’ll send them.”
Captain Ansgar nodded. “Understood, my liege.” He signaled his troops, wheeled his horse around and cantered through the gates, followed by the soldiers.
Maker, Alistair wanted to go with them so much, it almost hurt.
Being king hadn’t turned out to be so bad. It was pretty interesting, actually. He was enjoying Brother Genitivi’s lessons on foreign cultures and their beliefs. Economics was a bit mind boggling, but not beyond him. Eamon was a veritable font of information about politics and diplomacy, although much of that seemed like the irritating maneuverings of people too selfish to search for a common good. Still, interesting.
And he got to do good things that otherwise might not have been done to his satisfaction, like rebuilding Lothering and planning an overhaul of housing in the Alienage with Valendrian.
But after spending the better part of a year in Denerim when not traveling from place to place with a kingly entourage, he missed his freedom, he missed the open road, he missed the action. Fire and blight, he wanted to do something!
“Alistair!”
He turned to see his consort crossing the courtyard—dressed in full plate, a normal thing at one time, but not so usual now. Alistair smiled. He missed that, too. “Where have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you all day.”
Lis took his arm and tugged him toward one of the guard barracks. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise? Yay!” Alistair grinned and put an arm around her shoulders. “I like surprises. From you, anyway.”
Inside the barracks was one of the most hard-bitten groups of men and women that Alistair had ever seen, a dozen in all. Each wore armor that echoed the design of his plate that had gathered dust in the armory for the last two months since the wedding. He looked at Lis, lifting an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
She grinned. “Meet your new guard, Alistair. Not your official guard for state affairs, royal tours, or to look pretty in the throne room. Each of these men and women has been chosen for battle experience that nears our own and a previously regrettable inability to kiss the arses of the nobility. And they can keep their mouths shut. I think you’ll like them.”
Alistair tilted his head, an answering smile spreading across his face. “Now what are you up to, I wonder?”
“I’m tired of watching you stare longingly out the gate. Andraste’s Ass, I’m tired of doing the same.”
“So you want to go looking for trouble with guards who won’t get in our way?” Alistair’s lips twisted. “I’m pretty sure a king isn’t supposed to do that.”
“No one can tell a king what to do, Alistair. Besides, we won’t be looking for trouble, just…going for a ride.” Lis gave him a wink.
“Down dark, little traveled paths, I’m certain.”
Alistair looked at his new guard—or gang of thugs, depending on your point of view. They were grinning at him in a way that wasn’t even remotely obsequious. Lis was right. He liked them already.
Lis frowned, disappointment creeping into her expression. “Alistair? Are you telling me you don’t want to go? I thought—”
“Of course I want to go! Don’t be daft.” Pulling her close, Alistair kissed her cheek soundly. “And you’re right, no one can tell a king what to do, especially that he can’t go for a ride with such valiant warriors.”
He looked at the leader of his new men-at-arms, a rough looking fellow with a badly broken nose and a scar from a blade that had narrowly missed his eye. “You are…?”
“Luthais.”
“Get the horses, Luthais. We’ll join you in the mews as soon as I get my armor.”
“Right, ser. Best hurry, though. Smells like rain.”
Alistair laughed. “Maker, that’s refreshing. Don’t worry, Luthais, we won’t dawdle.”
He grabbed Lis’s hand and all but ran to the armory. Pulling his plate off its stand, he put it on over the very kingly gambeson he’d worn to see off his troops, with Lis’s help. “You are the best wife a man could have, you know that, right?”
She smiled. “For a man who likes to fight as much as I do, yes. Good thing we ended up with each other, isn’t it? We could have really annoyed different spouses.”
“Maker’s Breath, I don’t even want to think about that.” He pulled the last strap tight and grinned at Lis. “Come on, let’s go kill something bad.”
Modifié par errant_knight, 23 janvier 2011 - 01:45 .
#28818
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 11:14
rak72
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Nice prompt too, Errant. It's nice seeing him have post blight fun with his woman.
#28819
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 11:23
errant_knight
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Thanks! I'm a firm believer in fun not stopping.
#28820
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 11:40
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Thanks folks.
And that was a fun prompt fill, errant. You're always welcome to join in.
And that was a fun prompt fill, errant. You're always welcome to join in.
#28821
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 11:45
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Oh.
My prompt fill is very sad for jealousy.
No Bob this time either.
My prompt fill is very sad for jealousy.
No Bob this time either.
#28822
Posté 22 janvier 2011 - 11:58
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Great prompt fills everyone. ^^
I have a very....specific Lenya/Alistair situation in mind for that one. Jealous Dalish is jealous, better run while you can *snickers*
It is just a matter of time when I'll manage to write that, because I'm the slowest in writing atm and already have two half finished prompts from the weeks before. Meh. Is there interest here that I'll finish those also up? I know that they aren't officially allowed anymore but I think I'll be posting them in my OS- series at FF.net. So?
I have a very....specific Lenya/Alistair situation in mind for that one. Jealous Dalish is jealous, better run while you can *snickers*
It is just a matter of time when I'll manage to write that, because I'm the slowest in writing atm and already have two half finished prompts from the weeks before. Meh. Is there interest here that I'll finish those also up? I know that they aren't officially allowed anymore but I think I'll be posting them in my OS- series at FF.net. So?
#28823
Posté 23 janvier 2011 - 12:00
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I don't mind Meri since it seems fewer people are participating.
#28824
Posté 23 janvier 2011 - 12:10
Maria13
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@ Reika, Sancho Panza? Rylands v Fletcher?
@Errant cutting the gordian knot of politics?
*Arch mood*
@Errant cutting the gordian knot of politics?
*Arch mood*
#28825
Posté 23 janvier 2011 - 12:20
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Maria13 wrote...
@ Reika, Sancho Panza? Rylands v Fletcher?
Actually nothing quite that specific. I've read so much, that you tend to see a lot of disputes like that. Figured since Alistair spent enough time in the stables at Redcliffe he'd understand the situation with the horses.
