Category Archives: Fuathe Scenes

Nimue was small for a sixteen year old, so it was easy for others to miss the rigid set of her spine, the sword callouses on her hands, the stony grey eyes that held not a shred of warmth or give. Her dress had been a suggestion of her mother’s. Instead of her usual simple,Continue reading “Single Strike”

Barlay Manwoody had his arms crossed across his chest, his unassuming light hair and brown eyes set in an unreadable expression. He was standing in the shadows of a balustrade, on a small platform overlooking a courtyard deep in the dark castle of Kingsgrave, where a small crowd had gathered to watch two boys spar.Continue reading “Sweat Like Tears”

“It’s the curse of Harrenhal.”   “All three eldest sons dead.”   “A great tragedy.”   “What is to become of House Whent with only its fourth son to aid an ailing father?”   “The decline of the house.”   Stevvin sat on the floor of his room, back against the cold stone wall thatContinue reading “Comes to an End”

“Kiyara! Kiyara!” Five-year-old Kovan came tearing around the corner and nearly slammed into the little girl he’d been looking for.   “That’s not how you play!” Kiyara Flowers protested, her lower lip pushing out and soft blue eyes widening in a little pout.   Kovan was too happy to care that he was breaking theContinue reading “Waiting”

Vikkin was unusually quiet. It had been some months since they had last visited Highgarden, and Kovan had always been of the impression that his brother enjoyed seeing the Tyrells, but after exchanging a few pleasantries, he’d grown rather quiet. The older he got, the more serious he seemed to get, going from the carefree,Continue reading “Too Pretty”

Rhaecerys had never felt so nervous in his life. He was the eldest son of the king. He was tall, a decent swordsman, and fairly regarded as pleasing to the eye. By all rights, he had nothing to worry about. All the same, he found himself acting like he had when scolded by his fatherContinue reading “LOL the Other Side”

As the crown prince of the Seven Kingdoms, with the current king growing quite old, Rhaecerys Targaryen had never had any illusions about how big an affair each of his Nameday celebrations would be, but being in the midst of it was quite a different ordeal. Rhaecerys had never had any problems with large, grandContinue reading “Dangerous”

The Crown Prince Rhaecerys Targaryen found his gaze drawn restlessly to the window of his study. He was supposed to be reading and preparing for one of his lessons later in the week. The day was dull, grey, and chilly, but the window had been left wide open, a brightly colored cloth tied to itsContinue reading “Glow”

Kassius’ footfalls were heavy as he left his chambers for his first dinner having returned from his fosterage. He loved Highgarden, but he would miss Dorne: Princess Myria, Prince Nymeros, the strange trees with fronds instead of branches, the pools in the Watergardens the little princess had convinced him to learn to swim in. HeContinue reading “Parting, Step Two”

Kassius kept his eyes carefully away from Myria’s tear-streaked face, partially because he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as well, and knew if he saw her crying, he would actually start himself. He couldn’t cry. At least for her sake, he shouldn’t. The thought of leaving Dorne behind and never seeingContinue reading “Parting”