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queenoflogs2012-05-11 09:00 pm
immovable) wrote in queenoflogs2012-05-11 09:00 pm
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It was an English ladye bright
Characters: Agrias and Ovelia
Date: May 11th
Summary: It's Ovelia's birthday and Agrias tries her damnedest to make it memorable.
Warnings: Just some angst and fluff for now.
She knew everything.
Ovelia had at least told her what had been troubling her since arriving in the gardens. It was everything the knight had feared to hear, knowing something was troubling the young monarch's mind, and she wasn't sure what part hurt worst.
The marriage and complete manipulation of her heart for the sake of uniting their land? Or the fact she was not there to save her from the cold grip of death? Slain defending herself using the very knife the knight gave her. She had completely and utterly failed in every way. She deserved not the title of knight, let alone Lionsguard.
But still, Ovelia clung tight to her. She was warm. Alive. As far away from marriages and death as they could be. Agrias wondered if perhaps she had died in that underground battlefield, and both were currently in Heaven, sent there to rest with each other and those like them eternal.
She could not fail her again.
Agrias slowly counted down the days, making sure to keep close eye on the time. Ovelia had been melancholy enough that the knight would not have been surprised to see her miss her own birthday. A day she would desperately need. One to celebrate her existence and life, not her death and her being made nothing more than a footnote in history texts as the kings and queens before her were.
When dawn rose on the eleventh, she walked out to the gardens and picked out the freshest, ripest bits of fruit she could, holding them alongside a red rose bouquet, looking for cake ingredients and bringing them back with her, finding a kitchen away from where her and Ovelia stayed to make good her work.
She knew she should have listened better in the kitchen growing up instead of shoving those lessons aside for whatever sword swinging had to be done instead.
Every attempt at baking a full on cake was coming out more atrocious than the last, batter caking her up and down instead of sticking to actual cake form. She grew more and more frustrated, nearly threatening the oven and striking it with holy lightning a few times, only holding back when Ovelia's face entered her mind. Besides, how embarrassing would it be to lose to an oven? She killed demons and lords, a tool would not bring her shame.
Eventually, something came out. It would have to do. She gathered it up and put it in a basket alongside the fruit and flowers, returning home, still covered in flour and frosting and whatnot. There was no time to bathe. She made her way to Ovelia herself, holding the basket behind her and smiling softly, greeting her as she should. Be strong, Agrias. One of you must be. Carry it for her.
"Ah, 'tis but a most lovely and warm spring day today, is it not, milady?"
Date: May 11th
Summary: It's Ovelia's birthday and Agrias tries her damnedest to make it memorable.
Warnings: Just some angst and fluff for now.
She knew everything.
Ovelia had at least told her what had been troubling her since arriving in the gardens. It was everything the knight had feared to hear, knowing something was troubling the young monarch's mind, and she wasn't sure what part hurt worst.
The marriage and complete manipulation of her heart for the sake of uniting their land? Or the fact she was not there to save her from the cold grip of death? Slain defending herself using the very knife the knight gave her. She had completely and utterly failed in every way. She deserved not the title of knight, let alone Lionsguard.
But still, Ovelia clung tight to her. She was warm. Alive. As far away from marriages and death as they could be. Agrias wondered if perhaps she had died in that underground battlefield, and both were currently in Heaven, sent there to rest with each other and those like them eternal.
She could not fail her again.
Agrias slowly counted down the days, making sure to keep close eye on the time. Ovelia had been melancholy enough that the knight would not have been surprised to see her miss her own birthday. A day she would desperately need. One to celebrate her existence and life, not her death and her being made nothing more than a footnote in history texts as the kings and queens before her were.
When dawn rose on the eleventh, she walked out to the gardens and picked out the freshest, ripest bits of fruit she could, holding them alongside a red rose bouquet, looking for cake ingredients and bringing them back with her, finding a kitchen away from where her and Ovelia stayed to make good her work.
She knew she should have listened better in the kitchen growing up instead of shoving those lessons aside for whatever sword swinging had to be done instead.
Every attempt at baking a full on cake was coming out more atrocious than the last, batter caking her up and down instead of sticking to actual cake form. She grew more and more frustrated, nearly threatening the oven and striking it with holy lightning a few times, only holding back when Ovelia's face entered her mind. Besides, how embarrassing would it be to lose to an oven? She killed demons and lords, a tool would not bring her shame.
Eventually, something came out. It would have to do. She gathered it up and put it in a basket alongside the fruit and flowers, returning home, still covered in flour and frosting and whatnot. There was no time to bathe. She made her way to Ovelia herself, holding the basket behind her and smiling softly, greeting her as she should. Be strong, Agrias. One of you must be. Carry it for her.
"Ah, 'tis but a most lovely and warm spring day today, is it not, milady?"