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What happens when your brain realises you've been taking the wrong tack and completely switches out a scene in favour of something else. You lose ~4000 worth of words. ARGH.
But the replacement should flow better...
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Steve was back at the gate before the import of what he'd done hit him.
He hadn't thought about it when they'd arrived at the village, too relieved to be out from under the watchful and speculative eyes of the Blood in the residence. He'd been surprised when he realised it was a landen village - no landing web, no sense of the Blood.
He'd thought it was a routine visit to the landen village. He'd been out of a court for too long.
Queens didn't make routine visits to landen villages where the Blood walked without fear and hatred following them.
They especially didn't ditch their usual escorts in favour of strange Warlord Princes.
Turning on his heel, he strode towards the house with the garden that filled the entirety of the yard, his temper rising with every step he took. What was the woman thinking to come out to a landen village with no-one but a Warlord Prince she'd only met two sevendays ago?
He was at the gate, the door opened, and the Lady stepped out, holding her hand out to a very pregnant landen woman to help her down the stairs.
"...staying calm and not allowing anything to worry you."
The landen woman laughed as she waved the hand away. "I'm not an invalid yet, Maria." Her gaze flicked to Steve, waiting at the gate. "You'd do better to manage your males than me."
Lady Hill glanced up, her blue eyes startled and wary, then relaxed a little when she saw Steve. "He's not mine, Shyla."
A laugh from the landen woman blunted the temper that rose in Steve at being so cavalierly dismissed. "The more fool you, my girl!"
She was young enough to blush, but old enough to give him a look, head to toe, as though seeing him properly for the first time. Certainly Steve thought he was seeing her properly for the first time.
A Queen - one who hadn't even had her Virgin Night - who'd travelled out to a landen village in the middle of nowhere without the protection of her males.
Steve's temper was piqued all over again.
He kept his voice as neutral as he could. "Lady Hill."
It wasn't neutral enough. The Lady eyed him for a long, wary moment, then turned back to Shyla. "Do you need help getting home?"
"Hardly." The landen woman smiled as she started off down the lane. "Come see us before you leave."
Lady Hill watched her go, then turned to Steve. "Yes, Prince?"
He thought about all the things he wanted to say. All the questions he wanted to ask. He thought about what he knew of this Queen, and what he had seen of her court.
He thought about wringing her neck. Or possibly kissing her senseless.
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Nearly there. So very nearly there!
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But the replacement should flow better...
--
Steve was back at the gate before the import of what he'd done hit him.
He hadn't thought about it when they'd arrived at the village, too relieved to be out from under the watchful and speculative eyes of the Blood in the residence. He'd been surprised when he realised it was a landen village - no landing web, no sense of the Blood.
He'd thought it was a routine visit to the landen village. He'd been out of a court for too long.
Queens didn't make routine visits to landen villages where the Blood walked without fear and hatred following them.
They especially didn't ditch their usual escorts in favour of strange Warlord Princes.
Turning on his heel, he strode towards the house with the garden that filled the entirety of the yard, his temper rising with every step he took. What was the woman thinking to come out to a landen village with no-one but a Warlord Prince she'd only met two sevendays ago?
He was at the gate, the door opened, and the Lady stepped out, holding her hand out to a very pregnant landen woman to help her down the stairs.
"...staying calm and not allowing anything to worry you."
The landen woman laughed as she waved the hand away. "I'm not an invalid yet, Maria." Her gaze flicked to Steve, waiting at the gate. "You'd do better to manage your males than me."
Lady Hill glanced up, her blue eyes startled and wary, then relaxed a little when she saw Steve. "He's not mine, Shyla."
A laugh from the landen woman blunted the temper that rose in Steve at being so cavalierly dismissed. "The more fool you, my girl!"
She was young enough to blush, but old enough to give him a look, head to toe, as though seeing him properly for the first time. Certainly Steve thought he was seeing her properly for the first time.
A Queen - one who hadn't even had her Virgin Night - who'd travelled out to a landen village in the middle of nowhere without the protection of her males.
Steve's temper was piqued all over again.
He kept his voice as neutral as he could. "Lady Hill."
It wasn't neutral enough. The Lady eyed him for a long, wary moment, then turned back to Shyla. "Do you need help getting home?"
"Hardly." The landen woman smiled as she started off down the lane. "Come see us before you leave."
Lady Hill watched her go, then turned to Steve. "Yes, Prince?"
He thought about all the things he wanted to say. All the questions he wanted to ask. He thought about what he knew of this Queen, and what he had seen of her court.
He thought about wringing her neck. Or possibly kissing her senseless.
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Nearly there. So very nearly there!
Also:
neptune47 is my artist and she is AMAZING. I'm just sayin'!