At Word's End -- Part 6 -- Notes
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:39:05 UTC
This part...this part...this part is long (as you'll see from the number of parts) and is basically two characters doing nothing but talking for that entire time. It felt necessary that these two get a chance to interact they sort of took it and ran with it in the extreme. I promise within the next few chapters actual plot forwarding stuff will start to happen...
At Word's End -- Part 6b
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:42:12 UTC
Alfred opened his mouth to argue and then shut it when he could think of absolutely no reason to get out of speaking to the King. He was sure he was going to get yelled at or maybe worse, though he didn't think his father would allow that sort of thing to happen under his roof. He shuddered slightly as he sat down shifting his pack off his shoulder and onto the ground next to the chair. The Northern King's eyes never left him and as Alfred settled in the chair the King raised his arm and the fire glowed with a brief intensity sending a wave of heat wafting over his chair before lowering to it's previous level. Alfred stared at it for a long moment and then turned slowly to face the King. The King regarded him in silence for a long moment, hand resting against his face legs casually crossed his eyes even more intensely purple in the firelight. Alfred tried not to fidget under the gaze
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At Word's End -- Part 6c
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:43:38 UTC
Alfred hesitated for a moment and then started eating again, this time as a more sedate pace. There was silence as he ate but strangely it wasn't as uncomfortable as he would have expected it to be. He knew the King was watching and probably cataloging every movement he made and examining ever detail of his body, yet somehow he didn't feel like he was on display. He was also waiting for the other shoe to drop for the King to mention his second escape attempt, yet somehow he didn't feel threatened. He forced himself to concentrate only on the food he was eating savoring every bite. He wished he could stay longer and enjoy more of Francis' food, he wished he would be able to thank him, but going to their rooms to thank him would mean having to explain why he wasn't at dinner in the first place and it would also mean he would have to face his father
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At Word's End -- Part 6d
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:45:08 UTC
"Look," Alfred said with a sigh. He ran his hand through his hair causing the one errant strand at his forehead that he'd never been able to tame to stick out at an even more erratic angle. "I don't think that you're horrifying," he mumbled. "I'm sure you're very nice once you get past your reputation and all...it's just..." he glanced up and caught the Northern King's eyes briefly an eyebrow arched over the violet pair. He frowned and glanced away towards the fire and trailed off
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At Word's End -- Part 6e
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:47:44 UTC
Then he leaned over and put the glasses on the tray with the rest of the dishes and settled back onto the couch looking more serious he didn't say anything just looked at Alfred expectantly. Alfred waited, he certainly wasn't the one who'd wanted to have this conversation in the first place so far be it from him to be the one to start it. The silence played out long and intense before finally the King frowned and began speaking
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At Word's End -- Part 6f
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:49:42 UTC
"...as you know the regular wedding ceremony involves binding the two participants magic together..." Only half listening to what the King was Alfred nodded his head absently in response. "Since that's not an option for us...we will be going with the secondary ceremony designed for one of the participants being without magic...I am sure you are aware of its existence
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At Word's End -- Part 6g
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:51:52 UTC
"Because you're easy on the eyes," the King drawled and then smirked as Alfred rolled his eyes. In the next instant he was deadly serious, he leaned forward in his seat and trapped Alfred in that violet gaze. "Because you've spent the last five years on your own proving to yourself, and the world, that you didn't need magic to survive. You usually had people around you who did but you did not rely on them and you did not allow the fact that you are magicless to stop you from doing what you wanted and from helping people who needed it
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At Word's End -- Part 6h
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:55:15 UTC
"Tomorrow's ceremony will follow the traditional Second Ceremony, however your father and I are meeting tonight to go over the protection spells that are normally used and will replacing them with other, stronger spells," the King said effectively ending that line of conversation and putting them right back into their previous discussion where they'd left off
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At Word's End -- Part 6i
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:58:07 UTC
"So you should understand most of the particulars about tomorrow," the King continued after a long moment of silence. "Other then the changes in the spells and any fixes that might occur while the Ceremony happens it will follow the traditional text and practices of the Second Ceremony. We'll discuss what will happen later during the Solstice Ceremony in more detail when we get back to my Kingdom and you are more settled, it is not an overly complicated Ceremony made less so by the fact that it will be mostly ritual," the King said
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At Word's End -- Part 6j
anonymous
May 9 2010, 01:00:06 UTC
"No...I'm tired..." Alfred repeated firmly inching his way around the chair, his intent to get out of the room, to his room and maybe keep on going from there. "I...need to go to bed
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At Word's End -- Part 6k
anonymous
May 9 2010, 01:01:13 UTC
"I know you think your future is very bleak right now, Alfred," he said in a very soft voice. "I assure you things are not as going to be as bad as you think they will be. I hope you will be willing to work with me in creating a life together instead of fighting me along every step of the journey. I do not wish that kind of life for you...for either of us
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oh, but poor Alfred ... I actually want him to escape successfully. I would cry for days if I was in his shoes
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