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Summary: Assorted moments from the Golden Age...
A/N: This is set in my A Light in the Darkness universe, but this can be read as a standalone.
A/N2: So, WillowDryad and I got together to do a Random Word Challenge set in one of my favorite Narnian time periods, the Golden Age. This is what I dreamed up. Be sure to check hers out too! Enjoy!
More Assorted Moments...
Blossom:
The first time he noticed her, she had a single white apple blossom from the late flowering tucked into her nut-brown hair. He had wondered if she were an Apple Dryad but a carefully phrased comment to his little sister had swiftly put that theory to rest. When they married, she had dozens of flowers and blossoms woven into her tresses. The memory of how she would decorate her hair with a single blossom sustained him on the Ettin campaign even in the midst of the cheerless rain. It was their sixth anniversary and her letter contained three pressed blossoms.
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Forgotten:
The camp was quiet. Soldiers rested while others stood watch against any Fell stirrings. Alambiel resisted the urge to rub at the ache radiating up her spine. The last fall had hurt more than she wanted to admit, especially if she considered the whole being backhanded into the waterfall piece. She entered the tent then paused at the sight of the sprig of forget-me-nots resting on the bed.
"I thought you'd forgotten."
"Never." The stern expression melted away and then Oreius smiled. "I will never forget our anniversary, Wife. Now," he grabbed a jar of ointment, "where do you hurt?"
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Duke:
The Duke of Wessen was a quiet, unassuming man of one and fifty years. His manners were perfectly polished and his conversation polite. All this served to underscore the irony when he approached Queen Susan and uttered with absolute sincerity, "If I may be so bold, Your Majesty, I cannot repress my most violent affections any longer. Might you find it in your heart to grant your humble servant's request?"
Susan graced him with her most poised smile. "If it is in my power, lord Duke."
"Might you convey my offer of marriage to that estimable lady known as Teddie?"
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Heartbeat:
A clap of thunder jolted her out of sleep. Alambiel sat up, clamping her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Lightning flashed, momentarily illuminating the room. The storm raging outside dared her to find comfort.
She started slightly at the next thunderclap and the next flash of lightning tossed Oreius' slumbering features into sharp relief. Alambiel shifted over to lie closer to him, resting her head on his chest. As she slowly drifted off to the sound of his steady heartbeat, she felt him wrap his arms around her before he murmured quietly, "I won't let go."
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Branch:
The branch of the large oak tree was high enough up to be out of easy line of sight. And that was exactly how Queen Lucy the Valiant liked it. She balanced on tiptoe in order to peek at the nest precariously situated on the fork formed by four very slender branches. No eggs this year. It was a pity that the Nuthatches had left after last year but Mrs. Robspierre had been quite adamant.
Still Lucy had hoped to find another family of birds or Birds had moved into the finely made nest. Then a spear pinned her skirt.
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Flicker:
"I'm telling you there is a flicker of interest in those brown eyes whenever he looks at you."
Lucy huffed even as she hoped her tan was deep enough this summer to hide the beginnings of a blush that was just starting to warm her cheeks. "I don't know what you are speaking of, Susan. There's nothing but friendship between us."
Susan gave her a knowing look. "So you have protested these last four years but I do wonder why you reject all the eligible suitors, if not for Tarrin's sake."
Lucy merely frowned then whirled into another dance…with Tarrin.
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Hand:
Tarrin stared in fascination and no small amount of trepidation as Queen Lucy unsheathed her dagger. The little knife that had seemed relatively harmless hanging on her belt now took on a far deadlier sheen in her lithe tan hand. Perhaps he should not have agreed to this demonstration. But, for some reason, when she looked at him, he almost always found himself stammering an agreement to her request.
He glanced over at where the kings were watching. This was a bad idea. The dagger sank into the tree beside his ear. The General shouted and the Royals turned guiltily.
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Stir:
"You do know how to cause a stir."
Oreius looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "I?"
"Yes, you. You're the one who caused all this."
He laughed then tucked her hand more firmly into the crook of his elbow. "Alambiel, you caused the stir because you are the first and only filly I have brought to my herd."
She glanced up with mischief lighting her eyes. "You mean I am the only one you didn't think would run away from meeting this lot."
Oreius chuckled then nodded to an approaching family. "The cousins I warned you about."
"Lovely."
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Sore:
"So how sore are you?"
Edmund groaned then managed to open one eye to look at his brother. Peter was smiling. Prat. "I think… No, I'm not going to make it."
"It cannot be as bad as that, brother mine."
Edmund opened both eyes. "How would you know? You didn't just fall off the platform, did you?"
Peter chuckled again. "And now you're going to be rescued."
"What?"
Twin howls filled the air and then mud went flying everywhere, covering Edmund and splattering Peter. "King Edmund!"
Remus was not satisfied Edmund was safe until he had clambered into Edmund's lap.
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Rules:
"Kat! Are you sure about this?"
She looked at the long drop that a single misstep would send her tumbling down then at Lucy. "I'm entirely certain that this shall be added to the list of things not to do when pregnant."
"Exactly how many rules did Tuulea give you?"
Alambiel looked down again. "Only two hundred and forty-nine."
"Kat!"
"Surprisingly, edging along a cliff wasn't on there."
"It will be now!"
"Indubitably!" She scooted along the cliff wall. She did laugh once when the foal gave a sharp little kick. At least she wasn't more than six months along.
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A/N: Please Read and Review! Also, please let me know if you'd like to see any of these expanded into proper stories. Leave a review and let me know what y'all thought about this one.