Disclaimer: I own nothing of any of the characters that the writer #1, Tamora Pierce, made.
A/N: This is probably not going to be good, it's a one shot deal. I might continue it if people like it.
Wyldon's Lover
Wyldon sighed. He was in so much pressure, for his kingdom and for what he thought was right. He had just become training master a few months ago, and already his king wanted to let this, this…girl try for her knighthood. He was a conservative. He was not expecting this. He walked through the palace and through his room to the small private garden on the edge of his chambers. This garden was something that he had never seen that he would use, but now that he was training the pages from dawn to dusk, it was a nice place to think and contemplate. Now it had another use.
Wyldon had a secret, something no one ever knew. If they knew, they would be astounded, the conservative, going against the rules set down ages past. But he was not ashamed, no; he was amazed and astounded that he could have stumbled on such a treasure. His treasure, his lady. Vivien of Scanra.
It would be a scandal if anyone found out. A noble, a high ranking one, and the training master at that, in love with a commoner, a foreign commoner at that! He did not care, he loved her so much he would die and live forever in Chaos's arms just to be with her for a while, just to make sure she was safe.
He had found her in Scanra, on an ambassador's mission. He had found her wet and cold, waiting for death to come in the form of a man. Just waiting in the nearest inn for death. The moment he saw her he loved her, and when he had asked the innkeeper to send her to his rooms the innkeeper had smirked, and in the knight everyone expected to hear her screams, and was surprised to see her in the morning well feed, and happy.
That night he had shown the first tenderness to a human after his mother. He had given her food, and had a healer come to look at her aches and bruises, given her a palet to sleep on. She and him had been lovers ever since.
Wyldon thought of his lover and sighed. Since he had been so un-noble to take a lover, maybe he could bend a little more to think about letting the girl be treated the same as the boys. He would talk it over with Vivien. Or maybe not.
Once a conservative, always part conservative at heart.