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: 2006-09-19 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.