Legend of the Seeker Fic: To Kill A King
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legendland's writing marathon
Team: Cara
Title: To Kill A King
Prompt: Poison
Wordcount: 367
Warnings (if any): violence
Summary: A servant plots to kill Darken Rahl
The serving girl poured the wine and then stood back. Rahl sipped at the liquid.
"You're new, here," he said.
"Yes, my Lord. I am Anne."
"Anne," he repeated. His eyes travelled over her body, deciding if she were worthy of bedding. He took another mouthful of the wine.
"Take off your apron," he ordered.
Anne did so, untying the straps and pulled the apron off, folding it carefully with shaking hands and putting onto the table. She turned back to face Rahl. Without the apron he could better appreciate her cleavage.
Rahl took another drink. "Unlace your corset," he said.
Anne began to do so, fingers trembling. The laces finally began to loosen, and she dared to look back at Rahl, seated at the head of the table.
Rahl coughed, tried to clear his throat.
"My Lord?" Anne asked, pausing in her undressing.
"Continue," Rahl croaked.
Anne continued to tug at the laces of her corset. Rahl coughed again and clutched at his throat. He reached for the wine and knocked it over, the red wine spilling over the table and dripping to the floor.
"Anne," he gasped. "Fetch Giller."
Anne, however, made no move to call for help.
"Something wrong?" Anne smiled and tugged at the laces, but this time tightening them.
Rahl tried to stand, but his knees gave way. He fell to the floor, convulsing, then was still.
Anne gave a cold smile. She'd done what no-one else could, what only the Seeker was supposed to be able to do. She had killed Darken Rahl.
She walked across to him, crouched down by the body.
"A little too much to drink, My Lord?" she asked mockingly.
Suddenly Rahl sat up and grabbed her. Anne struggled, but his grasp was too tight, one hand clasped over her mouth, muffling her terrified screams.
"You thought you could poison me so easily, you foolish child?" Rahl hissed. Still keeping one hand over her mouth, and pinning her knee to the floor with his own body weight, his free hand reached into his robes. He drew out a sharp ceremonial dagger.
"Now," Rahl said, conversationally, "I know what's in your future. Let's see what's in mine."
legendland's writing marathonTeam: Cara
Title: To Kill A King
Prompt: Poison
Wordcount: 367
Warnings (if any): violence
Summary: A servant plots to kill Darken Rahl
The serving girl poured the wine and then stood back. Rahl sipped at the liquid.
"You're new, here," he said.
"Yes, my Lord. I am Anne."
"Anne," he repeated. His eyes travelled over her body, deciding if she were worthy of bedding. He took another mouthful of the wine.
"Take off your apron," he ordered.
Anne did so, untying the straps and pulled the apron off, folding it carefully with shaking hands and putting onto the table. She turned back to face Rahl. Without the apron he could better appreciate her cleavage.
Rahl took another drink. "Unlace your corset," he said.
Anne began to do so, fingers trembling. The laces finally began to loosen, and she dared to look back at Rahl, seated at the head of the table.
Rahl coughed, tried to clear his throat.
"My Lord?" Anne asked, pausing in her undressing.
"Continue," Rahl croaked.
Anne continued to tug at the laces of her corset. Rahl coughed again and clutched at his throat. He reached for the wine and knocked it over, the red wine spilling over the table and dripping to the floor.
"Anne," he gasped. "Fetch Giller."
Anne, however, made no move to call for help.
"Something wrong?" Anne smiled and tugged at the laces, but this time tightening them.
Rahl tried to stand, but his knees gave way. He fell to the floor, convulsing, then was still.
Anne gave a cold smile. She'd done what no-one else could, what only the Seeker was supposed to be able to do. She had killed Darken Rahl.
She walked across to him, crouched down by the body.
"A little too much to drink, My Lord?" she asked mockingly.
Suddenly Rahl sat up and grabbed her. Anne struggled, but his grasp was too tight, one hand clasped over her mouth, muffling her terrified screams.
"You thought you could poison me so easily, you foolish child?" Rahl hissed. Still keeping one hand over her mouth, and pinning her knee to the floor with his own body weight, his free hand reached into his robes. He drew out a sharp ceremonial dagger.
"Now," Rahl said, conversationally, "I know what's in your future. Let's see what's in mine."
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Date: 2010-07-15 05:21 pm (UTC)Well written. Definitely a shocker ending.
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Date: 2010-07-15 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 06:49 pm (UTC)Good job!
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