Post by The Storm God on Jun 26, 2008 7:19:27 GMT -5
Lyelle was fed up. Her baby was now a month old, they both had people fussing over them every day. Lyelle didn’t know who had it worse off, Lucian or her.
The moment they were left alone together Lyelle moved over to the boy. He seemed tiny to her, she could hardly believe that this was real. She looked at Lucian carefully. She could see the image of Leo in the child’s face. Yet he was hers. Leo was dead, he couldn’t hurt them now.
Lyelle picked Lucian up and went over to the bed again, resting her back on the pillows. She drew her legs up, and rested Lucian on them, he reached for her hand and played with them, his tiny touch tickling her slightly.
Lyelle found herself wondering what Leo would think of the child. She shook her head. Leo was in the past; Lucian was the present, and the future. Some day, this tiny person would be the ruler of Dorne. Someday, the problems that plagued her would be his problem; her ‘loyal’ Lords would have the listen to him.
She started to think of the future, now Lucian was born she had to marry Domeric Tyrell. She laughed silently at the thought. A Dornish woman marrying a Mander man.
“Congratulations on being allowed to wed her. Apparently a whore is good enough for the Lord Tyrell these days?"
The words of Leo Martell rang through her memory. The last time he had looked at her. It had been strange, as if he wanted to say something to her; it was his normal loathing but something underneath that, she thought of the last tie they had been alone together. He had seemed half mad.
Lucian wriggled, and looked around the room, Lyelle wondered if he could actually see anything. If Lucian actually was interested in where he was, and what he would be. She laughed, realizing it was stupid, a baby would never know, or be interested until he was old enough. Lucian gurgled and waved his arms around.
Lyelle smiled and ran her fingers over his sides, tickling him gently. Lucian made a small sound and kicked his feet, making Lyelle wince as they contacted her stomach. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the light. Lyelle realized that Lucian had her eyes, the darkest brown, so dark they seemed black. Leo had had lighter brown eyes. Lyelle picked Lucian up and pressed him to her in a cuddle, the baby pressed his nose against her neck, Lyelle closed her eyes and smiled at the thought of the boy. She still had to get used to being a mother.
She felt Lucian close his eyes, his eyelashes gently brushing her neck. For a child he was quite quiet. Lyelle started to sing to him. Her voice barely above a whisper as she did, the same song her mother had sung to her, years ago.
“Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake,
You shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Poor little baby cries mama
Birds and butterflies
Flutter 'round his eyes
Poor little baby cries mama
Hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby;
When you wake,
You shall have,
All the pretty little horses.”
Lyelle advances to 35 singing
The moment they were left alone together Lyelle moved over to the boy. He seemed tiny to her, she could hardly believe that this was real. She looked at Lucian carefully. She could see the image of Leo in the child’s face. Yet he was hers. Leo was dead, he couldn’t hurt them now.
Lyelle picked Lucian up and went over to the bed again, resting her back on the pillows. She drew her legs up, and rested Lucian on them, he reached for her hand and played with them, his tiny touch tickling her slightly.
Lyelle found herself wondering what Leo would think of the child. She shook her head. Leo was in the past; Lucian was the present, and the future. Some day, this tiny person would be the ruler of Dorne. Someday, the problems that plagued her would be his problem; her ‘loyal’ Lords would have the listen to him.
She started to think of the future, now Lucian was born she had to marry Domeric Tyrell. She laughed silently at the thought. A Dornish woman marrying a Mander man.
“Congratulations on being allowed to wed her. Apparently a whore is good enough for the Lord Tyrell these days?"
The words of Leo Martell rang through her memory. The last time he had looked at her. It had been strange, as if he wanted to say something to her; it was his normal loathing but something underneath that, she thought of the last tie they had been alone together. He had seemed half mad.
Lucian wriggled, and looked around the room, Lyelle wondered if he could actually see anything. If Lucian actually was interested in where he was, and what he would be. She laughed, realizing it was stupid, a baby would never know, or be interested until he was old enough. Lucian gurgled and waved his arms around.
Lyelle smiled and ran her fingers over his sides, tickling him gently. Lucian made a small sound and kicked his feet, making Lyelle wince as they contacted her stomach. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the light. Lyelle realized that Lucian had her eyes, the darkest brown, so dark they seemed black. Leo had had lighter brown eyes. Lyelle picked Lucian up and pressed him to her in a cuddle, the baby pressed his nose against her neck, Lyelle closed her eyes and smiled at the thought of the boy. She still had to get used to being a mother.
She felt Lucian close his eyes, his eyelashes gently brushing her neck. For a child he was quite quiet. Lyelle started to sing to him. Her voice barely above a whisper as she did, the same song her mother had sung to her, years ago.
“Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake,
You shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Poor little baby cries mama
Birds and butterflies
Flutter 'round his eyes
Poor little baby cries mama
Hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby;
When you wake,
You shall have,
All the pretty little horses.”
Lyelle advances to 35 singing