Have a scrap
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maderrThis is a case of I like the really stupid cheezy scene but it's just not necessary to the story.
Still, for a moment of "aww, cute" I figured I'd show it instead of just scrapping it like I usually do. It's totally dumb, but I think you'll like the two second appearance.
If your'e a fan of Sandstorm-verse anywy. It's from the story of Ikram and Valerie.
“Ah, Ikram. How was your visit to the market?”
“Interesting,” Ikram said.
“Did you find the incense you sought?”
Ikram shook his head. “I forgot to look.”
A thick brow was raised. “Oh? That sounds as though you were distracted.”
“Perhaps.”
“Now, now, Ikram, there is no keeping interesting stories from your King.”
Ikram laughed – and it did feel good to know that King Faridoon was in fact his King. The Desert had rejected him, but with that had come the acceptance of the King of Tavamara. “I saved a woman from an angry merchant attempting to accuse her of thievery. She was foreign, but lives here now…”
Faridoon threw his head back and laughed. “I recognize that look. Finally met your match, eh my fine snake?” Next to him on the floor, a bare-chested man chuckled softly.
Ikram made a face at them both. “I see in my absence that my Master has allowed you to fall behind in your work, Majesty.”
“Nonsense. My work in concluded for a time. That silly old man,” the grin belied the harshness of his words, “is already anticipating his retirement. I think he disappears to force you to do all the work. If I were, Ikram, I would not vanish very often.”
“Perish the thought, Majesty,” Ikram said dryly. “Though you still must get my apprenticeship by the counsel if you truly want me to replace Jamshed as your advisor.”
Faridoon waved the words idly away. “The counsel will do as I say – otherwise I will not approve their latest market bill. They know how theses things are done.”
“Majesty, I'd rather not—“ Ikram’s words were cut off as the door opened, and he smiled.
Only one person would dare to interrupt the King in his chambers without permission or even knocking. “Papa! Papa!” A young boy of about eleven flew into the room, clutching a bundle of papers, and ran straight for his father. “Papa, look!”
“Shah,” Faridoon greeted his son. He took the papers Shah eagerly held out and looked over them. “Perfect scores, as I knew you would get. Well done, my son.” He handed the papers back. “Very well done.”
Shah beamed and then turned to hold the papers out to Ikram. “See, Ikram?”
Ikram took the papers, tests that Shah had been taking in his studies, memorizing all manner of things. As soon as this round of lessons was finished, Shah would fall under his own tutelage. “You’re a fine student, Highness. You show every promise of being as brilliant as your father.”
The words lit up Shah’s face. “Really?”
“Really – though you shall have to pass my tests before we know for certain,” Ikram said, winking as he held the papers out. “Isn’t it supper time, Highness? You should go find your nurse before you make her worry.”
Though Shah obviously wanted to stay, for he loved being in his father’s rooms – a place where so few others ever ventured – he nodded obediently and after kissing his father’s cheek ran from the room, clutching his papers tightly.”
“He is a fine boy,” Ikram said.
Faridoon nodded. “He will be a fine King.” His lips twitched. “Though I hope we do not find out for several years yet.”
Ikram nodded in agreement.
“Well, it is nearly supper time,” Fairdoon said. “I suppose I should let you go to do whatever it is savages do in the evening.”
“This savage plans to read and perhaps indulge in a little wine.”
The man sitting quietly beside the King laughed softly. “Perhaps linger over thoughts of the pretty flower that distracted you in the market?”
Ikram grimaced. “Yes, Khodadad, and perhaps that. She really was lovely…but I sense she already has someone of importance in her life.”
“The snake smitten, I never thought I’d see the day,” Faridoon said with a laugh. “Off with you. I’ve a dinner of my own to enjoy.”
“Dinner?” Ikram asked, eyes sliding to Khodadad. “Is that what it’s called now?” Laughing, he bowed and took himself from the room.
Wishing very much he had his own dinner guest. Sighing at himself, Ikram slowly made his way to his own, very empty, rooms.
Still, for a moment of "aww, cute" I figured I'd show it instead of just scrapping it like I usually do. It's totally dumb, but I think you'll like the two second appearance.
If your'e a fan of Sandstorm-verse anywy. It's from the story of Ikram and Valerie.
“Ah, Ikram. How was your visit to the market?”
“Interesting,” Ikram said.
“Did you find the incense you sought?”
Ikram shook his head. “I forgot to look.”
A thick brow was raised. “Oh? That sounds as though you were distracted.”
“Perhaps.”
“Now, now, Ikram, there is no keeping interesting stories from your King.”
Ikram laughed – and it did feel good to know that King Faridoon was in fact his King. The Desert had rejected him, but with that had come the acceptance of the King of Tavamara. “I saved a woman from an angry merchant attempting to accuse her of thievery. She was foreign, but lives here now…”
Faridoon threw his head back and laughed. “I recognize that look. Finally met your match, eh my fine snake?” Next to him on the floor, a bare-chested man chuckled softly.
Ikram made a face at them both. “I see in my absence that my Master has allowed you to fall behind in your work, Majesty.”
“Nonsense. My work in concluded for a time. That silly old man,” the grin belied the harshness of his words, “is already anticipating his retirement. I think he disappears to force you to do all the work. If I were, Ikram, I would not vanish very often.”
“Perish the thought, Majesty,” Ikram said dryly. “Though you still must get my apprenticeship by the counsel if you truly want me to replace Jamshed as your advisor.”
Faridoon waved the words idly away. “The counsel will do as I say – otherwise I will not approve their latest market bill. They know how theses things are done.”
“Majesty, I'd rather not—“ Ikram’s words were cut off as the door opened, and he smiled.
Only one person would dare to interrupt the King in his chambers without permission or even knocking. “Papa! Papa!” A young boy of about eleven flew into the room, clutching a bundle of papers, and ran straight for his father. “Papa, look!”
“Shah,” Faridoon greeted his son. He took the papers Shah eagerly held out and looked over them. “Perfect scores, as I knew you would get. Well done, my son.” He handed the papers back. “Very well done.”
Shah beamed and then turned to hold the papers out to Ikram. “See, Ikram?”
Ikram took the papers, tests that Shah had been taking in his studies, memorizing all manner of things. As soon as this round of lessons was finished, Shah would fall under his own tutelage. “You’re a fine student, Highness. You show every promise of being as brilliant as your father.”
The words lit up Shah’s face. “Really?”
“Really – though you shall have to pass my tests before we know for certain,” Ikram said, winking as he held the papers out. “Isn’t it supper time, Highness? You should go find your nurse before you make her worry.”
Though Shah obviously wanted to stay, for he loved being in his father’s rooms – a place where so few others ever ventured – he nodded obediently and after kissing his father’s cheek ran from the room, clutching his papers tightly.”
“He is a fine boy,” Ikram said.
Faridoon nodded. “He will be a fine King.” His lips twitched. “Though I hope we do not find out for several years yet.”
Ikram nodded in agreement.
“Well, it is nearly supper time,” Fairdoon said. “I suppose I should let you go to do whatever it is savages do in the evening.”
“This savage plans to read and perhaps indulge in a little wine.”
The man sitting quietly beside the King laughed softly. “Perhaps linger over thoughts of the pretty flower that distracted you in the market?”
Ikram grimaced. “Yes, Khodadad, and perhaps that. She really was lovely…but I sense she already has someone of importance in her life.”
“The snake smitten, I never thought I’d see the day,” Faridoon said with a laugh. “Off with you. I’ve a dinner of my own to enjoy.”
“Dinner?” Ikram asked, eyes sliding to Khodadad. “Is that what it’s called now?” Laughing, he bowed and took himself from the room.
Wishing very much he had his own dinner guest. Sighing at himself, Ikram slowly made his way to his own, very empty, rooms.
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:44 am (UTC)That is to say, damnit I'm interested in Khodadad. =_=;
Also, aw, Ikram! :D
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:47 am (UTC)AHAHAHAAHHAHAHAA I KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU.
*goes to hide*
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Date: 2006-09-18 02:01 am (UTC)Just wait, I'm going to poke you into starting an entire set of new Harem-boys, somewhere down Shah's line. >|
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Date: 2006-09-18 02:04 am (UTC)REVENGE IS A SWEET, SWEET, TASTY TREAT.
You behave!
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Date: 2006-09-18 03:03 am (UTC)I am. :D Behaving. Just not the way you want me to.
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Date: 2006-09-19 12:05 am (UTC)I LOOOOOVE MY IMP, I DO! It's just so fun to press your buttons <<<3333
*sigh*
What sort of anthro you want? Dragon? Other creature? Help my creative juices flow!
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Date: 2006-09-19 06:33 am (UTC)*hugs*
Um... Dragon is good; cat (any size, mythical or otherwise) is good; dog is okay; fox is fun... Um. Any of the usual might be fun, actually? I don't really know. :X A bunny might be interesting to write, or a tree or something. ;P
*huuuuuuuuuuugs*
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Date: 2006-09-18 11:54 pm (UTC)Where is Khodadad now? That is to say, what happens to the harem when the king, or prince, is dead? *gnaws lip*
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Date: 2006-09-19 12:04 am (UTC)Heh. You're not the first to ask that, though I don't recall now who else did.
The harem is basically free to go, or stay if they choose. I think Khodadad and the others retired to a summer villa type place. After *their* King (and another memeber of the harem, actually) was assassinated, they had no desire to stay in the palace. It makes me sad writing Shah's father, b/c I know he's killed eventually :( So I tried to show him happy briefly.
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Date: 2006-09-19 12:15 am (UTC)The only thing I really remembered about Shah's father is that he liked his harem to get jealous over him. And that he was killed. So yes, a happy scene of him was a treat, indeed.^^
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Date: 2006-09-19 12:17 am (UTC)Yeah, somehow I couldn't picture that. Beynum esp. protested the idea ^_~
Ah, that was an idea I meant to scrap...my initial concept for his father was to be something of a jerk, but later it just didn't play. I guess I never actually took it out of the story. How very like me >_
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Date: 2006-09-19 01:34 am (UTC)Oh, good. I like him not a jerk. It fit at the time you wrote it, but the guy who raised Shah and hired Ikram... it would make sense that he would be a good guy. It does make it more sad that he died, though...
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:39 pm (UTC)*raises hand* That would be me. >.> Like, multiple times because I kept forgetting inbetween re-reads... ;)
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Date: 2006-09-19 11:44 pm (UTC)Ah, yes. I rather suspected you were the culprit ^_~
That's okay, I apparently can't remember either.
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Date: 2006-09-19 07:24 am (UTC)How old is Shihab? I was under the impression that he is about 25 in Sandstorm, but if he is about 25 than Shah is only 34? Even if Shihab is 30 that makes Shah about 39... Does the bit about Shah's son take place after Sandstorm? Because, I thought Shah's son was older.
I'm not a troll, I'm just confused... *hides*
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Date: 2006-09-19 09:15 am (UTC)You're good. I also wrote the bit about his son long before I had to take Sandstorm into consideration, so I woudln't trust it - I'd have to go back and make certain of everything in that one.
*goes to find notes*
Yeah, my notes for Sandstorm list Shah as 34 & Shihab as 25. Sadly, I wasn't smart enough to list his children but I *think* as of Sandstorm his children are roughly 10, 8, and 6 respectively, meaning the story about Shir would take place well after Sandstorm.
But it's 5:15 in the morning, so do not quote me ^^;;;
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Date: 2006-09-19 03:07 pm (UTC)May I friend you?
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Date: 2006-09-19 11:45 pm (UTC)I never mind such questions. Usually they make me aware I've managed to horribly neglect something - or simply bungled the presentation ^_~
Of course. I always feel bad when people think they have to ask ^^;; As I oft say, I don't run this journal - I just write here. Come and join the Harass and Torment Megan party.