Thayet and the Pink Tissue Dress
NB: This is my first fic, so please bear with me. I'd love suggestions and any input. Please R/R!!! bises!
Chapter 1
A sweat-streaked messenger burst through the doors of Fief Runnerspring's main dining hall, panting. The entire assembly at the table hushed. All eyes turned to the grimy runner.
"Your majesty," he panted, bowing to Queen Thayet. "Fifth Rider Group."
Thayet stood and walked to the messenger, worry showing in her dark eyes. "What about them?"
"Those bandits, your majesty. Riders bogged down. Stuck." He was still hunched over, struggling to breathe.
"Goddess," Thayet breathed. Turning to the Earl of Runnerspring, she said, "you'll have to excuse me. My Riders are in a tight spot."
The earl only nodded mutely, surprised by the queen's reaction to the messenger. Before the guests even had time to stand for Thayet's departure, she was out the door on her way to the stables. A hostler rushed up to her, jogging next to her, explaining that the earl's fastest horse was being readied for her. He offered her breeches and a shirt, but she declined. She shook her head as she ran on: no time to change if her riders were in trouble.
As she ran into the stable, a horse was led up to Thayet, all tacked up and bearing her bow and quiver. Swinging herself into the saddle, she grimaced as she heard her pink tissue dress rip. -I should have changed- she thought grimly as she kicked her horse into action. -Oh well, too late now.-
Emerging from the stables at a canter, Thayet swore under her breath. Rain was pouring down in sheets. Within minutes she would be soaked, not to mention the four-hundred-noble dress ruined. Imagining Jon's various possible reprimands, she signaled her guide to get in front of her.
"Let's go!" she called, impatient to find her Riders and aid them. She slowed only momentarily, long enough for her guide to pass her into the lead, then sped up again, pink tissue adorned with pearls streaming out behind her.
NB: This is my first fic, so please bear with me. I'd love suggestions and any input. Please R/R!!! bises!
Chapter 1
A sweat-streaked messenger burst through the doors of Fief Runnerspring's main dining hall, panting. The entire assembly at the table hushed. All eyes turned to the grimy runner.
"Your majesty," he panted, bowing to Queen Thayet. "Fifth Rider Group."
Thayet stood and walked to the messenger, worry showing in her dark eyes. "What about them?"
"Those bandits, your majesty. Riders bogged down. Stuck." He was still hunched over, struggling to breathe.
"Goddess," Thayet breathed. Turning to the Earl of Runnerspring, she said, "you'll have to excuse me. My Riders are in a tight spot."
The earl only nodded mutely, surprised by the queen's reaction to the messenger. Before the guests even had time to stand for Thayet's departure, she was out the door on her way to the stables. A hostler rushed up to her, jogging next to her, explaining that the earl's fastest horse was being readied for her. He offered her breeches and a shirt, but she declined. She shook her head as she ran on: no time to change if her riders were in trouble.
As she ran into the stable, a horse was led up to Thayet, all tacked up and bearing her bow and quiver. Swinging herself into the saddle, she grimaced as she heard her pink tissue dress rip. -I should have changed- she thought grimly as she kicked her horse into action. -Oh well, too late now.-
Emerging from the stables at a canter, Thayet swore under her breath. Rain was pouring down in sheets. Within minutes she would be soaked, not to mention the four-hundred-noble dress ruined. Imagining Jon's various possible reprimands, she signaled her guide to get in front of her.
"Let's go!" she called, impatient to find her Riders and aid them. She slowed only momentarily, long enough for her guide to pass her into the lead, then sped up again, pink tissue adorned with pearls streaming out behind her.