Ship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb Words: 308 Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
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The knights parade in the order of their houses, faceless pages carrying their standards before them, for the review of the Lady Nonagesimus.
First is Marta Dyas, the champion of the Second, resplendent in crimson, a white plume crowning her helmet. Her pose is regal and her chivalry perfect: she is the favorite to win this tournament.
Second is Jeannemary Chatur, child knight of the Fourth. Her visor is raised, her face glowing amid navy vestments. This is her first tournament, and she will contest it well, the Lady knows.
Third is Magnus Quinn, jovial knight and morganatic Lord of the Fifth, a gold chain plaited across his brown surcoat. He will win no pennants here, but that is no concern of his. He is beloved by all.
Fourth is Protesilaus Ebdoma, champion of the Seventh. His banner is a silver rose, and the Lady knows well that he would much rather be tending his garden than wielding the sword or the lance. But his duty is clear and his devotion unquestioning. He will acquit himself well.
Fifth is a riderless horse, saddled and dressed in the white and silver of the Eighth. Where is his rider? He was called to the tournament, and he did not refuse, but neither did he appear.
And sixth, dressed in the sepulchral black of the Lady’s own Ninth, is an unbidden knight. Her breastplate is skeletal, her unhelmed head alight with a shock of fiery hair, a great two-handed sword is strapped to her back. Her face is just far enough to be out of view, but the Lady is certain it is familiar, one that she cannot place but that she knows intimately. She must resolve this mystery.
As she cranes her neck to better see, Ortus inclines himself slightly and says:
FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Words: 308
Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
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The knights parade in the order of their houses, faceless pages carrying their standards before them, for the review of the Lady Nonagesimus.
First is Marta Dyas, the champion of the Second, resplendent in crimson, a white plume crowning her helmet. Her pose is regal and her chivalry perfect: she is the favorite to win this tournament.
Second is Jeannemary Chatur, child knight of the Fourth. Her visor is raised, her face glowing amid navy vestments. This is her first tournament, and she will contest it well, the Lady knows.
Third is Magnus Quinn, jovial knight and morganatic Lord of the Fifth, a gold chain plaited across his brown surcoat. He will win no pennants here, but that is no concern of his. He is beloved by all.
Fourth is Protesilaus Ebdoma, champion of the Seventh. His banner is a silver rose, and the Lady knows well that he would much rather be tending his garden than wielding the sword or the lance. But his duty is clear and his devotion unquestioning. He will acquit himself well.
Fifth is a riderless horse, saddled and dressed in the white and silver of the Eighth. Where is his rider? He was called to the tournament, and he did not refuse, but neither did he appear.
And sixth, dressed in the sepulchral black of the Lady’s own Ninth, is an unbidden knight. Her breastplate is skeletal, her unhelmed head alight with a shock of fiery hair, a great two-handed sword is strapped to her back. Her face is just far enough to be out of view, but the Lady is certain it is familiar, one that she cannot place but that she knows intimately. She must resolve this mystery.
As she cranes her neck to better see, Ortus inclines himself slightly and says:
“Lady Nonagesimus, is this truly how it happens?”