And this comes in at 1k words exactly. Kind of creepy, really.
Duty and Honor The two men stood at a window in Highever Castle, looking down at the garden. Three children played among the greenery, watched over by two dark-haired women. The oldest child, a sturdy boy of over ten, held a wooden sword and was crossing it in slow forms with the taller of the two women, who held a similar sword. The other two children, another boy and a girl, perhaps a few years younger than the first child, chased each other in a game of tag, shrieking in delight.
“You’re asking a lot, Alistair,” said Fergus, turning away from the scene below them to look at his brother-in-law.
“I know.” Alistair kept his eyes on the children below, a longing look in his expression as he watched his nephews and niece playing.
“Does Lya know about this?”
“It’s been mentioned, but…no, we haven’t really talked about it.”
“I see.”
Both men fell silent once for a time until Fergus spoke again. “Why now? I mean, after all this time, why bring this up now?”
Alistair frowned, his brows pulling together and forming deep lines in his forehead. “She’s begun talking about divorce.” He nodded at Fergus’s gasp. “We’ve argued about it on and off for years. It’s the one issue that never goes away. You know your sister, Fergus. You know what she’s like. She’s bound and determined to do what’s ‘right,’ to do what she sees as her duty.”
“Even so, to bring up divorce….”
“She thinks that if she steps aside, it’ll make it easier on me to find someone to replace her.”
“Is that true?”
Alistair shot Fergus a withering look. “I should hope you know me better than that. She’s not going anywhere, but that doesn’t stop her from worrying about the issue of an heir. And it’s not as if I can say she’s completely wrong. We hear about it at every Landsmeet.”
“And is there truly no chance of an heir for the two of you?”
“No,” Alistair said quietly. “There isn’t. And the odds of me having an heir with someone else are slim at best if I was even willing to make the attempt. Which I’m not.” He grimaced. “We had a spectacular argument over that almost a decade ago. She tried to convince me to bed someone in the hopes that I might get an heir that way. That discussion ended…poorly.”
Fergus gave a low whistle. “I can imagine.” He nodded. “So you’re stuck. You can’t have a child with Lya, you won’t put her aside and you won’t take a lover. That doesn’t leave you with very many options.”
“No, it doesn’t. You can’t tell that to the Bannorn, though. At every gathering, it seems like half the nobles somehow manage to introduce me to every single, young female relative they’ve got. And I’m sick of it.
“I need an heir. That much is beyond question. I can’t risk everything descending into a civil war after my death because I left this matter unresolved.”
“So you want one of my children.”
“I don’t….” Alistair bowed his head. “I don’t want one of your children, Fergus. I love them like they’re mine own, and I have absolutely no desire to take any of your children away. It wouldn’t be fair to any of us. But I need an heir, and I’d rather have it be from my family even if they’re not of my blood.”
Fergus turned back to the window, watching his family. “How would this work?”
“I was thinking that whomever I name should start by spending the summers with us. You should all do it at first, I think, if Highever can afford your absence. Making sure that their education is augmented so that they learn what they need to. Then start introducing them to the Landsmeets.
“Like I said, I don’t want to take your children from you, but as they get older, they’ll have to spend more time in Denerim. You and Dara will be parted from one of your children long before you should be. I’m sorry.”
For a long, long time, Fergus was silent, gazing through the window as he thought. Finally, “This is quite the honor you do my family.”
Alistair smiled faintly. “It’s not an honor, we both know that. So you’ll accept?”
“Yes, I will, though we’ll both need to talk to our wives.”
“That we will. I’m hoping Lya will be relieved enough not to hit me for deciding this without her.” He gestured to the window. “Any thoughts as to who it’ll be?”
“Brannon.” Fergus answered without any hesitation and Alistair raised an inquiring eyebrow.
“No more thought than that?”
“I have thought about it. Nathaniel…. Nathaniel’s too much like me. He’s a Cousland through and through—he’ll never be happy away from Highever. And Eirian might be a good choice, but she’s too young yet, only six. And I think she’s too sweet. The politics of ruling would take that from her.
“But Brannon? He’s smart, steady—has a good head on his shoulders and he’s honest. I think the change will be easiest for him to handle, and he seems to enjoy doing a good job and helping others. He’ll make a good king.”
“Do you think he’ll be willing?”
“What boy wouldn’t want to be a king?” Fergus smiled.
“A smart one.”
Fergus threw his head back and laughed. “Aye, and Brannon is a smart one. Yes, Alistair, he’ll be willing. He’s a Cousland and Couslands do their duty. Always have, always will.”
He stepped away from the window and clasped Alistair on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go down and join our family. There’ll be time for talk later.”
Alistair nodded and turned, following Fergus down to the garden. The children ran over as they walked out into the sunshine. And as Alistair slid his arms around his wife, he was profoundly thankful that doing what he had to didn’t mean losing everything he held dear.
Modifié par LadyDamodred, 30 novembre 2010 - 08:28 .