7 Works by creatchure
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Rodrick's head snaps back with the force of being thrust into the counter, his back bending backwards where it hit the wood. He lets out a ragged breath, which comes a little wet, and he wonders whether some of the punches did actually break his ribs. It's not like he can feel it; even now the world is out of focus, and everything that could hurt him is far away. Like the man attempting to kill him, for example.
He's not bad looking, as far as would-be murderers go. A little less ragged than Rodrick would usually go for, this one is actually clean-shaven, with really nicely gelled-back hair that now falls over his forehead in exertion, drops of sweat building at his temples as he does his damnest to make sure only one of them sees the light of day. Rodrick can't help but smile, blood between his teeth and knowing damn well that there is no way this is how he goes. Nothing out there will let it.
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- Part 36 of original works
- Language:
- English
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- 1,637
- Chapters:
- 1/1
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- 7
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When Alexandria took the throne, she had about all the warning one is ever given at war. One morning, she was the eldest daughter of Edmond of Kres, and the very next, she was Archduchess of Kres, regent to the throne until her baby brother was old enough to take it, right with the letter announcing her younger brother’s death along with her father’s, and the death of most of her hopes in life.
As her other brother was much too young for the throne, she was to be Regent.
Which was how she met and was set to marry Clemence of Sierez, second daughter of the King of Sierez, a mere fifteen days after her ascension.
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- Part 35 of original works
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When he left his castle and father, he had had no illusion about the world. He had knows, from word of mouth and from the questions he'd asked the huntsmen and traveling merchants, that there were a lot of things that would try to hurt him, and a good chunk of them that probably would. That had been a risk willingly taken, and one he had not regretted yet.
This was not the kind of beast that Mathias had heard of, of that he was sure. Wolves, bears, foxes, boars — all of them were things he had prepared for, as much as one could ever prepare for them.
If he lived, this would be the stuff of legends, he thought.
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Darkness was leeching out of the room, unnatural and deeper than any night in the city could be, dense enough to form a cloud in the corner of the room. They blinked a few time, as though it would dissipate what felt like it might have been a hole in the center of their vision for how absolute it was.
It didn't.
or: a thief goes to steal what they think is going to be routine. it's everything but
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- Part 34 of original works
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Aube is very warm.
The bonfire was started a little earlier in the evening, and it had time to take, now flaming high and strong above the logs they’ve taken as seats. His fingers are also curled over what is either his second or third cup of wine, and he is starting to feel the effects in the slight haze that’s dropped over his eyes and the lightness in his limbs.
Ivoreth also has an arm around his waist, which might be playing a part in it all.
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- Part 30 of original works
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“Sire, my sword is yours,” he says, in carefully practiced words, his accent as buried as it might ever be.
The king bows his head the slightest bit, and the knight takes a step back. “So it is,” he says. “You might know, then, that Our land has been haunted for long by the presence of a vile creature. You might like to prove yourself, sir Knight, as good a sword as you might ever be.”
The knight swallows, and bites back any sound that might have liked to escape his lips but agreement. “Yes, your Highness.”
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- Part 29 of original works
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She isn’t well liked in the village.
Her family was known, years ago, for how fair their daughters were. How kind, how beautiful, how gentle, docile, subservient. As fresh as morning blooms, one man had said, courting a long lost, long forgotten and long dead cousin of hers.
She is none of those things.
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- Part 20 of original works