Title: Oath
Fandom: The dart and rose
Warning: slash, what if ...?
Characters: Rolande / Anafiel
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Word Count: 730
Notes: an alternate version of what might have been the famous oath of Anafiel. I do not know, probably has no reason to be, but I imagined and I had to do this.
oath, my prince,
to follow you and protect you always.
The sacred precept of Blessed Elua
promise near you. On the lashes of Kushiel
affirm my loyalty. On the wisdom of
Shemazai
confirm my vote.
love of Naamah
I would tell you that you never miss my kisses.
a ship of Azza
I assure you that will never lose the route. For
sweet scent of the lands of Anael
We remind you that I will be close. The heavenly music of
Eisheth
forever vowing to unite my voice to yours.
Yet another is my oath on the sword of Cassiel
I promise to love you until you give up.
-It 's beautiful .- Rolande murmured gently caressing the edge of the parchment.
Anafiel spitefully pulled down the sheets off. -You
more .- The prince smiled and put his poetry on the bedside table beside him. -It 's sad, but
.- Why? -
-Why would you abandon me? -
-If you quit I will not stop loving me-.- .-
-Do not make promises you can not keep, Rolande. When you get married one day to give the heirs to the kingdom, I'll hope you'll do it with joy. Maybe you love and then I'll step back .-
Rolande stretched out his arms, inviting Anafiel to gather round him. -You are the noblest and most selfless person I have ever known. But you did not think that I could continue loving you? Why You're so tragic? -
-Because I'm a poet .- laughed the young man.
never leaves him, day and night, and always
sigh your name, my beloved.
only see the pain is relieved, and
to hold me sweet comfort
wreck in thee is honey divine
incomparable pleasure of the mind and senses.
Sorrowful is the sun that rises on a cold bed
and illuminates us, alone, divided,
but beautiful is the night or the day of clouds and storm
if you're beside me, my beloved.
Anafiel freed himself from it by Rolande and got out of bed.
-Che are you doing? You're not going to get dressed and go out?! - Asked by simulating a tone very shocked.
-Of course not! Do you think I want to be in any other place in the world when you're here you ... and no clothes? - then turned serious-There 's something I want to do. Can I take your sword? -
Rolande's eyes widened and he laughed. -Do not you think a bit 'too early to commit suicide for love, I devotee poet? After all we are still together .- .- muttered Anafiel
-Cretin-offended by the claim as a day to ascend the throne of your kind an idiot I just do not know. I need your sword for a swearing-
.- But in your poem you've just said is fact-...-
is something else .- drew his well-polished blade and handed it to the hilt Rolande. Then he put his hands over his and knelt before him, sitting on the bed.
-swear not to betray you, and your willingness to respect whatever it is, I swear I love you from afar and I swear to protect you and everyone who is dear, and all your descendants as long as I live. Accept these promises? -
-I love you, Rolande Anafiel .- murmured, feeling that his voice was about to betray him-.- And I accept froze, unable to express what he felt proud to be the love of a man like that, and what made him happy and at the same time was saddened by that oath as dramatic, that made him think of a future, separate, and even worse, separate of himself, since the idea of one day stop loving Anafiel worst idea seemed likely to suffer a forcible separation: it was like to think of betraying himself.
But all this does not say so.
Instead let his grip on the sword that fell on the carpet with a muffled thud.
Anafiel watched her fall, thinking that he should write on a poem, sooner or later, on quell'acciaio brilliant that contained many promises of heroism, glory and death, but then the arms of Rolande once again brought him onto the bed.
And then there was no future to think about, to write poetry, or kingdoms to rule.
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