A/N; random. somewhat.
drace.gabranth.larsa centric.
prompt:This burden is yours to keep.
o.1 calming the storm
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A clattered is heard, followed by the broken smash of a very irritated little boy's toys. All of his little collected treasures of the empire's carpenters, smashed, destroyed and splintered as they were scattered about his quarters. A hushed gasp escapes the throat of a magister, Judge Gabranth as he rushes the child's doors to see what chaos the tiny-sized heir has raised. lo-and-behold, the boys sits angrily on the lap of his bed, mouth wretched into a nasty frown as his small chest heaves; his heart racing beyond the cage of his bosom.
"Lord Larsa, what is it that troubles you-?"
"Quiet Gabranth!-Just be quiet!" The hysteric boy screams, crushed ivory and ocean eyes welling with fresh tears. His head of shaggy dark hair hangs and his short legs come to hide his face, keeping him from Gabranth's view. The armored man stands powerlessly, a confused expression sprawled on his face as he is at a loss as to what action he should take or what words he should speak. So he stands, stares, and chokes on his tongue.
-and, just as if the gods themselves sent her, Drace comes soundlessly in, her armor stripped from her body as more casual clothes cover her, and walks past him gracefully. Larsa has no time to protest before he is swept up within her arms, cradled within her warmth before he is set on her lap.
A little prince upon his make shift throne.
Drace bows her head and speaks quietly to the surprised prince, her voice too low for Gabranth to over hear as he stands dubiously between the hall and Larsa's room. Larsa's once tearful eyes clear as he converses shortly with Drace, calmed by her motherly tactics and soothing tone. She smiles simply and looks back to Gabranth to who eagerly steps in, wondering what the cause may be for such behavior.
"It seems Vayne has yet again, obliterated one of Larsa's dolls-"
"-Figurines!" Larsa corrected with a small pout.
"Beg my pardon-one of his figurines." Drace said calmly before receiving an approving smile from the small boy as his hands gripped the cloth of her shirt, over her bosom to make sure her breathing aligned with his. the woman stood with the boy still within her grasp before pulling back his covers and dropping him down, gently prying his small fingers from herself. "You should be dreaming, Lord Larsa, for the time of rest has been well passed. Isn't this so Gabranth?"
"Ah-yes, indeed. A growing ruler needs his rest, that is certain!" The male piped, his amazed daze snapped open. Larsa laughed a bit before allowing himself to be set back by Drace and covered by the heavy blankets engulfing his small frame in fine linens. She, in return, whispers a good night to the boy before leaving with the back of Gabranth's cape in hand to tug him along. He gasps and clumsily stumbles along as the quiet laughter of Larsa taunts him. The armored male scowls behind his helmet and flicks out the lights, to hide Larsa's giggling face. Once out of the boy's quarters and beyond closed doors, Drace smirks to the male and pats his back good heartedly.
"I'll leave you to clean up his room within the morn. I calmed him so I see this duty fit."
Gabranth was once again, left speechless as she walked away, unmarred by the child's behavior.
"-oh, and do tell Vayne to replace Larsa's toys."
-Ah the wonders of women.