Title: The Contes
Summary: The Contes and Wyldon.
No man has the air of temptation Roger does. Those wicked eyes hinting at the darkness lurking within, the soft promise in his smile. To Wyldon, the Duke is irresistible, and even the slightest glance from the mage makes his knees weak.
After Her Majesty dies, Wyldon is there to console King Roald. And when Roald seeks comfort in his arms, he is there, waiting. That short week is one of the sweetest of his life, but also the most bitter, for he knows that his feelings for his King will never be returned.
When he answers an urgent summons only to walk in on an indecent King Jonathon, he blushes and apologises profusely, until Jon tells him he is being silly and to come a little closer. He does, and it is well worth the embarrassment.
At Northwatch, Prince Roald is chafing at the bit. The toll of his inactivity is taking hold, and Wyldon curses inwardly as the heir to the Tortallan throne kisses him passionately. He should know what lengths a Conte will go to in order to get his way. But Wyldon kisses him back, thinking that maybe there are a few lessons he could teach young knight yet.
Title: Midwinter Celebrating
Summary: One couple has an interesting Midwinter. Drabble. Again, I had a couple in mind, cookies if you guess it. :)
It had started during the Midwinter celebrations, both drunk and alone. One moment, they were carolling merrily down the hall, in the next, they were exchanging sloppy kisses in a supply room. Both agreed in the light of day that it was an aberration, of no moment.
Yet the next night, they found themselves in each others’ arms again. So it continued, until the final night of Midwinter.
On the final night of Midwinter, they didn’t get far before the kissing began. Indeed, the door they entered as they fumbled with their tunics was the entrance to the Grand Ballroom.
Summary: She hungers for power. Drabble
They had power, and that drew her like a moth to a flame. But she had power too, in the way her emerald eyes would dance wickedly, inviting, tempting. In the way she wore her dresses and her hair and sashayed across the ballroom. More often than not, her conquests were far too easy.
But like any conqueror, as her conquests grew, so did her desire. Even the sapphire eyes of Tortall’s King did not stir her anymore. She needed a real challenge, one with more power than she already had.
The Copper Isles would give her what she needed.
Title: The Stump
Summary: He could care less what the pages call him. Drabble.
Lord Wyldon was apathetic to the nickname Queenscove had given him. Boys would be boys after all.
The years passed, and the younger pages learnt the name too, before the older pages became squires. He did not care.
Wyldon quit as training master, yet he could see his nickname, unsaid, in their eyes as they bowed. It did not matter.
The squires became knights, serving under him at war. They looked at him with a new respect. He could care less.
Then one day, he heard the name come from her lips. He found he cared more than he should.