This was in the summery, but I will say it again: this is not for people that like Kel. This is for the conservatives that think that Kel should go die. You can flame me all you want; I'll use the fire to burn Kel at the stake. Also, I am aware that her name is spelled wrong at the bottom. I couldn't find my book when I was writing this, so deal. One last thins: the secondary genre is humor because at least one other person and I think that it really funny that 'Kel, the Protector of the Small' could be brought so low as to die without dignity. Ok this is last, this hasn't been beta'ed. I didn't think that it was worth the effort.
My own After Lady Knight fic:
As Kel rode a tired Peachblossom through the gates of the royal palace of Tortall, she sighed dejectedly. Yes, they had won the Scanran war, yes, they had ended the threat of their only enemy, and yes, Tortall would be at peace for a long long time, but the price was high.
Roald had lived, and for that the country was grateful. Both monarchs survived, unscathed, but that was expected. The knight commander of the Own was alive, but barely, and the only people that he would see were the King, Prime Minister, and Lady Sir Alanna.
Kel's generation was hit the hardest. Of all her friends and year-mates, the only ones still in the realm of the living were Neal, Owen, and herself. An entire generation of nobility was, for all intents and purposes, wiped out. The Scanrans were fierce fighters, and the three only survived by the grace of the gods, and the magic of Lady Alanna.
Kel was alone. Yes, she had her parents, but she had no intention of being a burden to them. Neal had Yuki, and even Owen had a lady waiting for him inside. Cleon was long dead and even longer out of her reach. Dom had gone saving Lord Sir Raoul. There was no one for her to spend time for.
No matter how hard she tried, Kel could see no good in the situation. As she slid out of the saddle, she couldn't push back the thoughts of ending her misery for good. The Yamanis did not believe in suicide, but kel could see no other way. She would be a burden if left to linger; a burden to king and country, an old woman before her time, who could only sit and stare into the fire, reliving her terrible past.
Yes, she decided, it was time.
Kel stepped stealthily into the office of the Chief Healer and picked up a small vile of dream rose. If she drank enough of it, she knew, she would never wake up.
Kel made her way through the winding corridors of the ancient palace, thinking for the last time how beautiful they were. Finally, she reached her destination: the top of Balor's Needle. She walked to the edge of the star-gazing platform and sat, with her legs hanging off into space. It occurred to her then that her paralyzing fear of heights was completely gone. For the first time in what seemed like years, Lady Keldry of Mindlen smiled.
Kel downed the vile in one gulp, and lay back, waiting for the sweet release to take her away from her pain.
A/N That's it. There may be more. I'm not quite sure yet.