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maderrI was not 1337 enough to make it to round three of the bookhabit contest. Ah, well. C'est la vie ^_^ I am doing well in other places, eh?
And now to go write the Duke and the Monk before my readers beat me >.>
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Start of Duke's story:
Choices
Bedros stared broodingly at the rug before the fireplace, still lightly holding the letter which had come only a few hours ago.
It said only what he had expected to hear, had braced himself to read, but it cut deep all the same.
You are best suited to remain guarding the border. No other is nearly as capable as you in that duty.
Which translated as you've let me down for the last damn time, so stay there and rot until you die.
"To the Nether Regions with you, then," he muttered to the fireplace, but without any real heat. He had well and truly lost the battle, and it was all his own fault, and so he needed to quite brooding upon it.
He could not, however. All his choices had been made with good reason, but he seemed the only one capable of seeing that. The one thing which had not been his choice had been his exile to a forgotten corner of the kingdom to defend a border that didn't really need defending, except when the 'enemy' got bored enough to try crossing.
Realizing he'd unintentionally tightened his grip, he released his hold and smoothed out the costly vellum, rereading the words despite himself. The letter was perfectly polite, elegant and smooth…and cold as ice.
They had been friends, once. The very best. Then the King had died, and Godar had assumed the crown, and his best friend had turned into a complete stranger.
Sighing, Bedros finally set the letter aside, taking up his wine and downing the contents in one long swallow.
Most of the time, he didn't really mind his exile – for it was exile, no matter how the pretty letters tried to phrase – but on nights like this, he hated it. There were no friends to call upon, no one to call at his door, no dinners or hunts to which he was invited, no lovers to take to his bed.
Just his empty solar, the noises of the keep muffled and distant.
Oh, he had friends after a fashion, but even Nerek and Kohar were a bit removed – especially now that they'd finally come to their damned senses, and if they'd taken any longer about it he'd fully intended to knock their heads together.
If he'd agreed to that long ago execution, he'd still be back home. If he'd married that damned harridan, he could have returned home.
Almost. He'd almost been able to make himself go through with it. On paper, it had seemed so easy. Marry the woman, be a good, obedient peer of the realm, and he could go back to the life he'd been forced to leave behind. He'd go back to respectability, popularity, back to being someone.
But he couldn't do it, wouldn't do it. He'd given up everything to stand by his decision, and he was not capable of undermining that by going back on his word and actions by marrying the damn Countess.
Never mind she'd been a scheming, gold-hungry harridan anyway. There'd been a few women in his bed over the years, though precious few, and all the damned Countess had managed was to remind him why he generally preferred men.
And now to go write the Duke and the Monk before my readers beat me >.>
EDIT
Start of Duke's story:
Choices
Bedros stared broodingly at the rug before the fireplace, still lightly holding the letter which had come only a few hours ago.
It said only what he had expected to hear, had braced himself to read, but it cut deep all the same.
You are best suited to remain guarding the border. No other is nearly as capable as you in that duty.
Which translated as you've let me down for the last damn time, so stay there and rot until you die.
"To the Nether Regions with you, then," he muttered to the fireplace, but without any real heat. He had well and truly lost the battle, and it was all his own fault, and so he needed to quite brooding upon it.
He could not, however. All his choices had been made with good reason, but he seemed the only one capable of seeing that. The one thing which had not been his choice had been his exile to a forgotten corner of the kingdom to defend a border that didn't really need defending, except when the 'enemy' got bored enough to try crossing.
Realizing he'd unintentionally tightened his grip, he released his hold and smoothed out the costly vellum, rereading the words despite himself. The letter was perfectly polite, elegant and smooth…and cold as ice.
They had been friends, once. The very best. Then the King had died, and Godar had assumed the crown, and his best friend had turned into a complete stranger.
Sighing, Bedros finally set the letter aside, taking up his wine and downing the contents in one long swallow.
Most of the time, he didn't really mind his exile – for it was exile, no matter how the pretty letters tried to phrase – but on nights like this, he hated it. There were no friends to call upon, no one to call at his door, no dinners or hunts to which he was invited, no lovers to take to his bed.
Just his empty solar, the noises of the keep muffled and distant.
Oh, he had friends after a fashion, but even Nerek and Kohar were a bit removed – especially now that they'd finally come to their damned senses, and if they'd taken any longer about it he'd fully intended to knock their heads together.
If he'd agreed to that long ago execution, he'd still be back home. If he'd married that damned harridan, he could have returned home.
Almost. He'd almost been able to make himself go through with it. On paper, it had seemed so easy. Marry the woman, be a good, obedient peer of the realm, and he could go back to the life he'd been forced to leave behind. He'd go back to respectability, popularity, back to being someone.
But he couldn't do it, wouldn't do it. He'd given up everything to stand by his decision, and he was not capable of undermining that by going back on his word and actions by marrying the damn Countess.
Never mind she'd been a scheming, gold-hungry harridan anyway. There'd been a few women in his bed over the years, though precious few, and all the damned Countess had managed was to remind him why he generally preferred men.
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:33 am (UTC)Oh, I am liking the start of this VERY much!! *Prepares to fall in love with a few new characters*
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:38 am (UTC)Yay, Duke story! Oooh, we get to eventually learn lots about him. I had wondered, at the beginning of The Succubus, if he had turned down the countess because he is gay. Then when the monk showed I was merely glad that he hadn't gone through with it, whatever the reason. Now I'm super glad that he stood by his decision, even if it does leave him lonely.;_;
I suppose that's enough rambling at you for now.^_^ Yay three day weekend! A chance for added rambling tomorrow! *grins*
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:48 am (UTC)Sneaks a leetle closer to squee
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Date: 2008-05-26 10:32 am (UTC)Oh, now I'm really, really curious about the Duke. You've given us such delicious insight into his past here, just enough to tease. What happened to cause the exile? Why would he need to be a "good, obedient peer of the realm"? Undoubtedly he caused some scandal, but of what sort? Is their society one that doesn't look well to gay relationships and is that what caused his exile? Or was it who he'd been with? Was it even about his personal life?
But oh, looking forward to finding out how you're going to wrangle Taniel into coming back. The Duke deserves some hugs and pretty, golden haired boy loving to cheer him up. <3 ^_^
Anyway, sorry to hear that you didn't make it to the third round. There'll be other chances and like people have said, at least it's brought you wider attention. Good luck with other things!
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Date: 2008-05-26 01:50 pm (UTC)Am curious as to what it was that got Bedros exiled. But anticipating more the meeting with Taniel --and what the King will say to that when he finds out Bedros is enjoying himself where he is.
Can't wait!
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-26 02:28 pm (UTC)*laugh* My lazy butt has managed a couple more pages since I woke up. I'll post'em once I reach a certain point. Enjoying your day off? Is it a day off for you?