thanks to Funsmoke for the advice. I did take it, and the changes are at the LJ post. I would love to know the typos you're talking about, though. What's writing for if not to improve?
Moocow and bazjack. THANK YOU! I'm glad you're enjoying these snippets.
A.N.: prompts from 12_stories (LJ comm)
Written for writercon100 (LJ comm). Matching request:fandom_of_one.
GOLDEN YEARS
by Leni
Decisions.
Joscelin knew what the parchment read from the moment Phèdre opened it.
Phèdre loved Ysandre's invitations. Not only because the two young women had little chance to converse otherwise, but also because these invitations provided the perfect opportunity to prove that the Comtesse of Montrève lived up to her name.
Court games were a dim memory in Montrève but, raised under a courtier's tutelage, even her love of Siovalese land couldn't dim the pleasure in Phèdre's eyes when the Queen requested their presence.
"Are we going?"
She looked at him, wavering. "I haven't decided yet…."
Joscelin smiled. "Yes, you have."
.
Betrayal.
Joscelin kept his eyes to the blooming gardens as the child on his lap played with his ponytail. "Spring finally seems to make her way to the City."
On the other side of the table, Ysandre lifted clear eyes and gazed at her daughter. "Elua be blessed," she whispered. Sidonie seemed to sense the change in her mother's mood, and turned her dark eyes to her. Ysandre offered a small smile of reassurance. "A child needs their father, Joscelin. One day you'll understand."
He nodded and kept his silence, knowing that any word would betray his doubts on the subject.
.
Loyalty.
"Make sure there is plenty hot water," Joscelin told Ti-Philippe, grasping at an even tone less he barked the words in frustration.
The younger man took a look at him, nodded and hurried into the kitchens.
Joscelin let out a growl as he arranged her favorite soaps and perfumes around the bathtub.
Sometimes he wished he were still an anguisette's bodyguard, to be the one sizing up her patrons before she submitted to them, to know at a first glance as she left the unfamiliar apartments what her needs were.
Other times he wondered how he'd ever lived through it.
TBC...
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