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dragonjournal) wrote2013-09-30 03:13 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2013-09-30 03:13 pm
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Original Works, Bingo edition #2
Title: The First Concubine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600ish
Summary: Arrival.
Warnings: None
Prompt: Guardian
Beta: None
Notes: Kiera verse
Elaborate tapestries hang along stone walls. Everywhere, wealth drapes over tables, chairs and even off the ceiling. Torches burn in sconces. Men, women and children sit, playing, laughing, eating. In one corner classes go on, with the children calling out answers.
“Kiera.”
She jerks up her head, looking at the older guard that had escorted her. Tangled hair falls into her eye and she tries to brush it back, but dirty broken fingernails catch on a few strands but she manages to get things straight.
“This way.” He puts a hand on her shoulder and pushes her in the correct direction.
Kiera steps lightly along the stone, almost able to feel the dirt and grime dropping off of her. She lowers her eyes, not looking where they’re going. Her shame lit her face and she tried to shrink in on herself. The week on the road seeing the entire country spread out before her had just caked dirt on top of the filth that had been her constant companion.
“Tiana?” The guard’s soft rumble and grip on her shoulder startles Kiera enough to look up. “Tiana, I bring the Prince’s first choice. She is young and needs guidance. The King wishes you to see to it.”
Kiera peeks up through her tangled hair. The raven-haired woman turns from where she’s sitting. A beautiful piece of fabric stretches between two pieces of wood on a frame in front of her. Rainbows of threads cascade over a table, wrapped around a wheel.
Her blue eyes sparkle with the light pouring in the window. She twists fully in the seat. Her delicate feet are bare and her silken green dress flows toward the ground. The woman pushes herself up, a small smile on her face. Her well manicured fingers reach out and push back tangled hair. “Well, let’s get you cleaned up.” Tiana stands, pushing Kiera toward an anteroom. “I have this, Sir Anthon. Please convey to the Prince my pride at his choice.”
Kiera watches Sir Anthon at the doorway. He steps past the concubine and kneels in front of Kiera. Ever since leaving her father’s home, he’s been at her side, guiding her into controlling a horse, what the lands were that they passed through. She swallows the tears, realizing that he’s going to be leaving.
One gloved hand reaches out to her and unfolds. In the center is a delicate looking circle on a chain. He takes her hand and folds it around the jewelry. “No matter what happens, no matter where you are, if you show this to a guard, they will find me.” He looks into her eyes. “Do you understand? No matter where, you find a royal guardsman and they’ll find me.”
Kiera nods, solemnly. The tears gather on her lashes as he walks away. She looks up at Tiana. Kiera doesn’t understand. She has so many questions.
Tiana crouches in front of her. “Every First Concubine has their own guardian, child. Sir Anthon has chosen to be yours. He will ever be at your beck and call. Do not abuse the privilege and he will follow you, no matter where you go.” Her fingers reach under her bodice and pulls out what looks like a golden heart on a long delicate chain. “This is mine. He is my best friend, my protector and the person I love the most beyond the King. Now, what is your name?”
“Kiera.”
Tiana smiles, warmth in her eyes. “Well, Kiera, we shall clean you up and get you dressed and begin your education. You are now a First Concubine. Welcome to the Harem.”
Kiera manages a small smile and she follows Tiana into the bathing suite to get clean.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600ish
Summary: Arrival.
Warnings: None
Prompt: Guardian
Beta: None
Notes: Kiera verse
Elaborate tapestries hang along stone walls. Everywhere, wealth drapes over tables, chairs and even off the ceiling. Torches burn in sconces. Men, women and children sit, playing, laughing, eating. In one corner classes go on, with the children calling out answers.
“Kiera.”
She jerks up her head, looking at the older guard that had escorted her. Tangled hair falls into her eye and she tries to brush it back, but dirty broken fingernails catch on a few strands but she manages to get things straight.
“This way.” He puts a hand on her shoulder and pushes her in the correct direction.
Kiera steps lightly along the stone, almost able to feel the dirt and grime dropping off of her. She lowers her eyes, not looking where they’re going. Her shame lit her face and she tried to shrink in on herself. The week on the road seeing the entire country spread out before her had just caked dirt on top of the filth that had been her constant companion.
“Tiana?” The guard’s soft rumble and grip on her shoulder startles Kiera enough to look up. “Tiana, I bring the Prince’s first choice. She is young and needs guidance. The King wishes you to see to it.”
Kiera peeks up through her tangled hair. The raven-haired woman turns from where she’s sitting. A beautiful piece of fabric stretches between two pieces of wood on a frame in front of her. Rainbows of threads cascade over a table, wrapped around a wheel.
Her blue eyes sparkle with the light pouring in the window. She twists fully in the seat. Her delicate feet are bare and her silken green dress flows toward the ground. The woman pushes herself up, a small smile on her face. Her well manicured fingers reach out and push back tangled hair. “Well, let’s get you cleaned up.” Tiana stands, pushing Kiera toward an anteroom. “I have this, Sir Anthon. Please convey to the Prince my pride at his choice.”
Kiera watches Sir Anthon at the doorway. He steps past the concubine and kneels in front of Kiera. Ever since leaving her father’s home, he’s been at her side, guiding her into controlling a horse, what the lands were that they passed through. She swallows the tears, realizing that he’s going to be leaving.
One gloved hand reaches out to her and unfolds. In the center is a delicate looking circle on a chain. He takes her hand and folds it around the jewelry. “No matter what happens, no matter where you are, if you show this to a guard, they will find me.” He looks into her eyes. “Do you understand? No matter where, you find a royal guardsman and they’ll find me.”
Kiera nods, solemnly. The tears gather on her lashes as he walks away. She looks up at Tiana. Kiera doesn’t understand. She has so many questions.
Tiana crouches in front of her. “Every First Concubine has their own guardian, child. Sir Anthon has chosen to be yours. He will ever be at your beck and call. Do not abuse the privilege and he will follow you, no matter where you go.” Her fingers reach under her bodice and pulls out what looks like a golden heart on a long delicate chain. “This is mine. He is my best friend, my protector and the person I love the most beyond the King. Now, what is your name?”
“Kiera.”
Tiana smiles, warmth in her eyes. “Well, Kiera, we shall clean you up and get you dressed and begin your education. You are now a First Concubine. Welcome to the Harem.”
Kiera manages a small smile and she follows Tiana into the bathing suite to get clean.