As soon as I finished The Wise Mans Fear I knew that the Lady Lockless and Kvothe were closer than they both knew, this story shows just how far apart or innocently close blood can be.
The story didn't quiet come out how I imagined it in my head so I'm sorry about that because it was truly brilliant in my mind.
Disclaimer: I am not Patrick Rothfuss so I do not own The Kingkiller Chronicles. I have not even written a book. But if I ever do I promise I will have an amazing authors note.
"You are Ruh? You filthy bastard," Lady Lockless spat.
"I am the bastard?" Kvothe said, his anger getting the best of him. "You know next to nothing about the Edema Ruh. With all due respect, lady, who are you to judge? You hate an entire race because your sister fell in love with one of us, because she got married and lived happily, and I'm the bastard?"
"Don't you dare speak to my wife like that," shouted the Maer rising from his seat.
"Alveron, let me deal with this please." Meluan quietly said. "Kvothe you know nothing of the tragedy and disgrace the Lockless family faced when Netalia, when my sister ran away. We were the shame of the nation. The shame of the country because a noblewoman would prefer to marry a Ruh instead of one of her own people."
"Netalia? Your sister's name is Netalia?" Kvothe said his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.
"Yes," Meluan said raising one eyebrow.
Kvothe took a deep breath before speaking and when he did his voice was a bare whisper. "My mother fell in love with my father. She ran away to be with him. He used to call her Tally."
"Tally?" Lady Lockless said her voice laced with doubt. The Maer looked in between the two people realization on his part didn't set in. His mouth was open and he looked prepared to question but Meluan began speaking. "You expect me to believe that you are my nephew? You want me to consider this prove it."
"My mother was one of those people who everybody loved, they couldn't help it. She could quiet the most disturbed child and make them feel peace." Kvothe began to cry as he spoke but he ignored the tears. "She had the voice of an angel. She loved my father with all her heart. My only wish was that she didn't have to see him die before they killed her."
"Killed? She died?" Whatever doubt that Meluan may have had quickly vanished as soon as she saw his tears. There was something about the way he cried it made it impossible to believe he was lying because the tears were brutally honest, tragic even. From the way he had spoken of his mother she could tell he didn't speak of her, of any of his family.
"Years ago, I was the only one to survive." He sounded as if that wasn't a feat it was a tragedy. Lady Lockless sank down into a seat as Alveron gently rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
"Kvothe?" Alveron said.
"Yes, sir?"
"Meluan and I have decided that it may be best for you not to remain here. It would cause an outrage in Severen when mention of the troupe you killed got here." Kvothe nodded as the Maer spoke, he had been expecting as much. Maer handed him a packet with his symbol on it telling him to look at it once he reached the University. It was with a heavy heart that Kvothe left Severen for the University. Kvothe knew that once he reached the University he would be received with open arms. He was.
All done. So since you bothered to finish it could you bother to review? Thanks ;)