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Title: Kings
’Verse/characters: : Wild Roses, Sean Sabaey
Prompt: 084 "He"
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
"You're not listening to a word I'm saying."
“No, I am listening. You’re currently flailing about a particularly stubborn trade inlet who think their goods better than the price we’re willing to pay. Are there any Sabaey-kin there?”
“No?”
“There any mages they might be stupid enough to try threatening into opening sailing routes?”
“ . . Not that we’re aware of, majesty?”
“All right. Close the port.”
“ . . . . . . What?”
“Trade embargo. We don’t import, they don’t export.”
“But--“
The king waved an impatient hand. “They export nothing we cannot get elsewhere, and they’re making complete asses of themselves. I see no reason to put up with it--the smugglers are already seeking other ports.”
The aide blinked. “How do you know that, majesty?”
The king smiled. “I asked the navy.”
---
One of his brothers rules the sea--or near enough to make no difference--another rules the Trickwood and the people within who keep the creatures from emerging. And he is left the earth between the two, the youngest by far of the three, new-come replacement of their father.
And oh, he is not their father. A lean, small man with straight fair hair, to replace a strong-built darkhaired King who loved his children in at best an absent fashion and at worst a manipulative twisting of affection. The new King has no children to set against one another, no strings of mistresses to please and play political games for. He came to his crown in a time of war, and it shows.
’Verse/characters: : Wild Roses, Sean Sabaey
Prompt: 084 "He"
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
"You're not listening to a word I'm saying."
“No, I am listening. You’re currently flailing about a particularly stubborn trade inlet who think their goods better than the price we’re willing to pay. Are there any Sabaey-kin there?”
“No?”
“There any mages they might be stupid enough to try threatening into opening sailing routes?”
“ . . Not that we’re aware of, majesty?”
“All right. Close the port.”
“ . . . . . . What?”
“Trade embargo. We don’t import, they don’t export.”
“But--“
The king waved an impatient hand. “They export nothing we cannot get elsewhere, and they’re making complete asses of themselves. I see no reason to put up with it--the smugglers are already seeking other ports.”
The aide blinked. “How do you know that, majesty?”
The king smiled. “I asked the navy.”
---
One of his brothers rules the sea--or near enough to make no difference--another rules the Trickwood and the people within who keep the creatures from emerging. And he is left the earth between the two, the youngest by far of the three, new-come replacement of their father.
And oh, he is not their father. A lean, small man with straight fair hair, to replace a strong-built darkhaired King who loved his children in at best an absent fashion and at worst a manipulative twisting of affection. The new King has no children to set against one another, no strings of mistresses to please and play political games for. He came to his crown in a time of war, and it shows.
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