Category Archives: Fuathe Scenes

“My Lord! Your favorite cousin has returned.” Jonatan burst into Nikolaus’ study, an action Nikolaus hated and wouldn’t have tolerated from anyone else. Everyone else knew better than to risk his wrath. Nikolaus didn’t respond or even glance up. He didn’t retort, as he occasionally did, that Jonatan was, in fact, his only cousin, andContinue reading “Troubling You”

Lydia was sitting in the reading room, rather unsuccessfully attempting to read a novel she’d bought in the market. The reason she was being somewhat unsuccessful at it was standing in front of her, trying to draw her attention away from the frivolous book by talking, of all things, about suitors. As the only daughterContinue reading “First Look at Lydia”

“Silya.” Silya looked up at her father, sitting at the head of the table, in surprise. It was not his custom to speak much during meals unless it was a formal dinner or some important business had come up that he needed to relay to all of his family and close vassals, and rarely didContinue reading “LOL”

“I told you that there wasn’t going to be enough! Nothing ever goes as it should when you plan anything!” Jasmyne shrieked at him. They’d been married two years, loved each other for years before that, and somehow her anger still seemed to shake the earth with the magnitude of it. Not that he wasContinue reading “Fighting or Making Love”

“Steady there, my Lord. That’s right. Be quick with your footwork.” At ten years old, Nikolaus was already proving himself to be a strong child. He wasn’t pushing the swordmaster back just yet, but give it a couple years, and the man would have to exert himself to stay on top. Once he reached hisContinue reading “Doubt”

Three weeks. Kassius was mostly settled now. Dorne was pleasanter than he had expected, but he still felt the most at home in the gardens. After he’d gotten over his initial nervousness, he’d actually come to appreciate being away from home. Lord Nymeros had been surprisingly kind to him, and had supplied him with anythingContinue reading “It’s Beautiful”

“It’s going to be fine, Kassius! They’ll love you. How could they not?” Sillowen had said.   Max had told him to “Just stick it out for a couple years, and they’ll let you come home again, don’t worry.”   “They’ll let you come back before then, too. For special occasions and things, I’m sure.”Continue reading “The Least of His Sons”

Shouts and screams ripped through the usually quiet of the halls of House Farwynd. By the time Ygran and his young wife Oletha arrived, the servants were already there, trying to pull the offending parties apart. “Mistress Eister, this is not dignified!” One of the servants cried, before getting elbowed in the face and forcedContinue reading “A Lady’s Weapons”

“Listen carefully, Eister.” Her mother, Oletha, told her, while preparing for an excursion with her father. “Men like to be needed and adored, but only when it’s most convenient for them. It’s alright to push him a bit when you’re trying to secure his affections, but once you’ve secured them, never overstep your bounds. WatchContinue reading “A Girl’s Lesson”

The Lord of House Stark is dead, and his successor and new Hand of the Queen is nothing more than a snot-nosed whelp. The news was like lightning to no one but a daughter of the House Farwynd. A young, unmarried Hand of the Queen, and she, yet unmarried herself. A chance for the IronbornContinue reading “Eister’s Intro”