Chalion Drabble
Title: Slumber
Fandom: Curse of Chalion
Wordcount: 163
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Betriz/Cazaril
Summary: Betriz knows her husband all too well...
Cazaril pauses at the threshold of his wife’s bedchamber. The room is dark but for the glow of a lone rushlight in the corner, but he can still make out her figure on the bed, the gentle rise and fall of her chest indicating her deep slumber.
They have yet to spend a night apart since their marriage, and though he knows the chambermaids giggle about the unslept-in nature of the Chancellor’s bed, he cherishes waking to Betriz’s dark head on the pillow next to him too much to mind the gossip. But she looks so peaceful now. It wouldn’t do to wake her with his fidgeting, and a night in his own room will not kill him.
He creeps over to blow out the rushlight (there’s no sense in wasting even cheap candles) and spies an elegantly penned note lying in the watery pool of light.
C,
Stop fretting and come to bed.
B x
Cazaril smiles. She knows him too well.
Fandom: Curse of Chalion
Wordcount: 163
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Betriz/Cazaril
Summary: Betriz knows her husband all too well...
Cazaril pauses at the threshold of his wife’s bedchamber. The room is dark but for the glow of a lone rushlight in the corner, but he can still make out her figure on the bed, the gentle rise and fall of her chest indicating her deep slumber.
They have yet to spend a night apart since their marriage, and though he knows the chambermaids giggle about the unslept-in nature of the Chancellor’s bed, he cherishes waking to Betriz’s dark head on the pillow next to him too much to mind the gossip. But she looks so peaceful now. It wouldn’t do to wake her with his fidgeting, and a night in his own room will not kill him.
He creeps over to blow out the rushlight (there’s no sense in wasting even cheap candles) and spies an elegantly penned note lying in the watery pool of light.
C,
Stop fretting and come to bed.
B x
Cazaril smiles. She knows him too well.