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Las ([personal profile] whynot) wrote2009-08-28 12:33 pm

'The Letters and Conversations of a King of Archenland' for a lovely Wyrm on her birfday

I'm yoinking the neighbor's wireless because [livejournal.com profile] animus_wyrmis is a jolly good fellow and so say all of us! Happy birthday, beloved Wyrrrrrrm. I wrote you Archenland fic, with Lune and Susan hanging out and spyyyymaster Susan. I hear you like such things??


The Letters and Conversations of a King of Archenland
Narnia. G. [livejournal.com profile] be_themoon beta'ed it because she rocks.
Lune, his family, his friends, and some unfortunate members of the Avran nobility.


Children? Archenland has to bend the knee to children? And not even Narnians! It is not Lune’s way to pass judgment on the strange customs of foreign lands, but this bears some mulling over. You can't expect alliances to automatically revert back to how they were a hundred years ago. No one liked it when Narnia was lost to the White Witch, but the neighboring kingdoms had aired their gripes, reshuffled their treaties, and moved on. It is not rebuilding that these children will have to do, but simply building from the nothingness borne of a century of self-imposed isolationism. And how old is the oldest child? Thirteen?

"My goodness, Theanne," Lune realizes aloud, en route in the royal coach. "I'm to negotiate trading rights with someone who can't yet grow facial hair."

"Then you will know how to conduct yourself," his wife responds, turning the page of her novel. "We have dealt with enough children who fancy themselves kings, hmm?"

"Do treat this more seriously, darling. One never knows what to expect from Narnia," says Lune, who had spent the past week reviewing Narnian history and lore. It was once a great country before Jadis swooped down and claimed it. Once she did, all that ever managed to come out of Narnia were the occasional wild-eyed refugee and their tales of the empress's cruelty and despotic brand of magic. In absence of interaction, fables flourished: Archenlandish mothers would tell their children to eat all their vegetables lest they be taken up north and abandoned in the woods of Narnia, where the dark things dwelled.

Narnia, once bright and bountiful, became silent and cold. But now everything was changing.

"Just do what you can for Archenland, dear," Theanne says, "and try to have a little fun."

She smiles at him, then turns another page.


~


To His Majesty King Lune,

I hope this letter finds you well. We here at Cair Paravel have just managed to sweep the Terebinthian baron and his retinue out the door, and I hope I don't sound an ingrate when I say I am much relieved for it. As charming as his smile is (almost as charming as his coffers), we remain suspicious of his naked ambition and his manner of changing the subject when the topic of exclusive shipping rights arose. Am I to die an old maid, my friend? Yet I find myself warming to the idea if it means I do not have to marry any one of these cretins.

But on to more pressing matters. I have read your letter quite carefully, and am I to understand that you will do nothing about your Lord Chancellor? Aslan grant me the strength to bear my habit of becoming fond of the most stubborn of men. I realize that you, above anyone else, can and should make judgments about your own court, but if I may be so bold, I tell you now that the decision to retain this man is unwise. My network has unearthed strong evidence that he is loyal to the Tisroc, and your refusal to acknowledge this is frankly distressing. The Lord Chancellor may be a family friend for years, but this is exactly why he must be removed from Anvard as soon as possible. Maintain nominal status quo if you must - station him far away under the guise of reward or promotion - but cut off his access to you, your family, and the tools of your kingdom.

I have listened to your advice all these years and found comfort in your wisdom – I ask you now to do the same by me. Please be careful.

With affection,
Queen Susan of Narnia


~


Faun wine is Narnia’s driest wine, robust in flavor and possessing a tendency to stain the teeth purple for a day despite the most vigorous of tooth-brushing. Of the Pevensies, Lucy is the only one who drinks it outside of formal functions. Lune likes it as well, so Susan always remembers to bring a bottle or two when she visits Anvard.

In Lune’s private study, she fills two goblets as Lune stares unseeing in his seat, chin resting on his knuckles.

“Come,” she says. “To what shall we drink?”

“To what, indeed?” Lune asks distantly, taking the proffered goblet. “My banquet hall is full of lords and ladies in mourning garb offering me their condolences and their daughter for the throne when my wife is not even a day in the ground.”

“Then we will not drink to them,” Susan decides.

“Must we drink to something? Can’t we just drink the blasted wine?”

“As you wish.”

They do.

It is a strange thing to see the king of Archenland as hollowed out as he is. To Susan, he has always been a stalwart fount of joie de vivre, a figure of authority she can love and venerate in a way she can’t with Peter, who is her brother before he is her High King, and neither can she do so with Aslan, who is inscrutable in His ineffability. Lune, out of all the kings and noblemen of this world, was the first to learn to put their ages in context: the youth of the kings and queens of Narnia cannot be helped, but as kings and queens, they are his equals. They value his candor and his friendship, and he their willingness to face all that came to them with a ready heart and steady hands. To see Lune as he is now brings back memories of Cor’s abduction, the grayness in the king after he returned from the battle and the search at sea, and her frustration at herself that her agents were unable to pick up any sort of trail for the prince at all.

“You shouldn’t feel pressured to take a new queen so quickly,” Susan tells him. “You have an heir. Your country is wealthy and your alliances are secure. What do you have to gain through marriage now?”

Lune sighs. “Corin could use a mother.”

“He has a wonderful father.”

Lune’s smile is tired but sincere, and Susan quashes the urge to embrace him, and instead settles for the more benign gesture of taking his hand.

A high-pitched noise floats in from outside, and it takes a few seconds for Susan to realize that it is laughter. She rises from her seat and goes to the window, which has a view of the garden below. It’s a beautiful garden, meticulously maintained by Queen Theanne, who brought in desert lilies from Calormen and sunshadow trees from Ettinsmoor, and coaxed even the eastern island’s water orchids to bloom in Archenland’s drier climate. Theanne was not a Narnian, but she loved the land as a Narnian does, sensitive to the vitality inherent in a handful of earth. Susan remembers spring afternoons spent by her side, the sweat running down their faces as the the mud stained their skirts. Theanne would point out the different plants, explaining, “This is thickweed, good for fevers. This is autumn moss, which helps to heal wounds. The leaves of the flower we call giant’s hair can be made into a tea, for nerves.”

If anyone thought it strange for a queen to be grubbing around in the dirt, Theanne never paid them any mind. You must find your peace where you can, she had said, and don’t let anyone tell you that you mustn’t have it.

“Lune,” Susan says softly. “Your majesty, come look.”

At the center of the garden, sitting on the benches by the fountain, is Lucy, dandling Corin on her lap. Mrs. Beaver coos at the prince, tickling him under his chin until he laughs again. Their laughter floats up to them, to Lune, who made his way to the window and is standing beside Susan, watching the scene below.

“We have a great affection for you and your family,” Susan continues. “We love you as one of our own. Rest assured that you will always have our support and protection so long as we are capable of granting them. No harm will ever come to Corin on our watch.”

Lune replies, “These are grand promises for a queen of Narnia to make.”

“I’m not speaking as a queen of Narnia.”

“Your majesty,” Lune begins, but when Susan gives him the look with which he’s becoming familiar, he hesitates. He smiles instead, and says, “Thank you.”

Susan smiles back. “Think nothing of it.”

In the garden, Corin takes a few wobbly steps into Mrs. Beaver’s waiting embrace, and Lucy claps and cheers for him.


~


Dear Father,

Yesterday I went hunting in the northern woods by myself but you mustn't be angry because I actually caught something. And I wasn't really alone, I was with Leap the Narnian hound, but you mustn't be angry at him because I said if he wasn't coming then I would go by myself. Which I would never actually do of course!! I caught a deer! It is a large stag almost twice as tall as myself with magnificent antlers that I've told the servants to set aside for now, as I don't know what to do with them. What does one do with antlers? Brynn says one ought to hang them on a wall but what use will they be on a wall? Don't worry, I will think of something.

The deer was delicious, Father! If only you were home to taste it. Much better than the rabbits that I caught last month, and even better than the pheasant that I also caught last month, though this is maybe because of the sauce. The cook used too much pepper, as I am sure you remember.

Father, might I take the opportunity to remind you that you promised to bring me back a genuine Calormene scimitar this time. I think considering the deer, you might even consider it a reward for my skill and derring-do. Perhaps I will even hunt another deer for your return! What do you think of that? I will order the cook to throw in extra mushrooms, and more butter.

Lord Peridan arrived on gryphon-back yesterday to deliver a message to the regent, and I told him I could deliver it for him but he wouldn't let me. However, the gryphon did let me ride her for a bit while we waited for Lord Peridan to finish, and it was great. Flying is excellent! Why can't humans be born with wings?

Your loving son,
Corin


~


Dear Father,

How are you? I hope your royal duties are not troubling you too much, and that Corin is behaving himself. Aravis and I extend our fondest wishes to you both, and miss you very much. We are of course enjoying our stay at Cair Paravel, and try everyday to make Archenland proud, doing all the things an ambassador must. Narnia is truly a land of wonders, and it seems with every visit we only find more things at which to marvel.

Aravis and Queen Susan have become especially fond of each other. They spend their days discussing hairstyles and political subterfuge, and other things beyond my ken. Aravis has even begun to learn archery. I don't think her arms are strong enough for it, but if I tell her so, she'd just point the arrow in my direction, so let us make a secret of my opinion. King Edmund is away sorting some crisis at Redhaven, and I only ever see King Peter at meals, during which he drops his manner of being quite daunting and becomes a very friendly fellow. He sends you his regards, and assures you that if Archenland ever needs help putting down the border skirmishes at the delta this year, Narnia is ready and willing.

As you may have figured out, I spend much of my time with Queen Lucy. To get to know Narnia, one can ask for no better guide. Queen Lucy loves her people as much as they love her. She seems to know the name of every squirrel, every leopard, every dryad, everyone, and she is always ready with a follow-up "And how is your Aunt Rose?" or some such thing. I can't even tell the difference between a hawk and an eagle half the time. What a relief that I will never have to be a beloved queen of a nation. I don't think I'd have the stamina.

Yesterday we visited a family of fauns who live in Narnia’s southwestern woods. They were wonderful, and I took a liking to their youngest son, Wren, who asked me many questions. One of them was whether Prince Corin has wrestled any bears lately. I told him Corin has gone easy on the bears, and has chosen to devote his time as of late to wrangling the mysterious affections of women. (Father, you must not let him pick his own gift to give to the next potential fiancee.) Anyway, these fauns were part of the Narnian diaspora, the lucky few able to escape the Long Winter before Jadis shut down the land. The family had settled, as many fauns did, in northern Archenland, as close to the border as they dared, and made a quiet life for themselves selling faun pipes at exorbitant prices.

Wren and I would have spent the whole time talking of Archenlandish things if it could have been helped. It's funny, how he recognizes in me his old homeland, and how I recognize in him the longing for a home left behind. This is not to say that I am not thankful for the blessings I've received since arriving at Anvard. I am thankful everyday, but one can find it difficult to let go of one's childhood.

Sadly my letter must end here. Queen Lucy will soon take me to meet with the horses, and Aravis is coming along so we can say hello to our friends and fellow runaways Bree and Hwin, and their colt. I look forward to seeing you all again.

Cor


~


To His Royal Majesty, King Lune of Archenland,

Greetings! The duchy of Avra extends our warmest greetings to the most noble kingdom of Archenland. May Aslan bless our lands with His munificent light.

It is with great regret that we inform you that the engagement between Prince Corin and Lady Ilena cannot go forth as planned. Our most distinguished astrologers have consulted their throwing bones on this matter, and the stars unfortunately find this match to be ill-advised. Far be it from both our kingdoms, I am sure, to ignore the advice of stars, who borrow their light from Aslan Himself. Furthermore, Lady Ilena has decided that she is too young to wed, and will instead devote her time and energies to perfecting her calligraphy until such an age when a better matrimonial match may be found.

We commend Prince Corin on the gallantry of his overtures, and the gusto with which he participated in Avra’s daily life. We do not wish to discourage such vim and vigor, but unfortunately we must ask for compensation for the damages that his commendable spirit has incurred during his stay here. He has:

1) trampled rare botanical specimens in our flowerbed during an enthusiastic display of swordsmanship.
2) accidentally beheaded a statue of Aminzade the Elder, a venerated hero of our land. We are still unable to locate the head.
3) killed the fish in our garden pond through affectionate overfeeding.
4) knocked down the manor doors in a well-intentioned attempt to prove the sturdiness of our architecture.
5) clogged the fountain.

We are not sure what has been done to the songbirds, but they now refuse to sing.

It has been a pleasure hosting Prince Corin and his retinue. We look forward to future correspondence. May Aslan bless us all.

Sincerely,
His Grace, the Duke of Avra





A/N: Cor’s letter was initially much longer, and harped on about diaspora until it didn’t really fit in with the rest of the fic anymore, which is disjointed enough as it is. I tweaked this longer letter into an entry in Cor’s journal, which can be found here.

[identity profile] animus-wyrmis.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
AAAAAAAAGH OMG OMG OMG LASS YOU WROTE ME BIRTHDAY FIC AND IT IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY FIC EVER.

Things which I love:
CORIN OMG PRINCE CORIN, he's so ridiculous.
Father, might I take the opportunity to remind you that you promised to bring me back a genuine Calormene scimitar this time. I think considering the deer, you might even consider it a reward for my skill and derring-do.
YES, Corin would totally be like "Can I have weapons? Can I? CAN I? You promised! You SAID!" And I love that he totally fails in love, because who would want to marry Corin after he'd tried to court her? No one, that's who, she'd be too terrified of letting him sleep in the same room. AHAHAHA, he ruins the gardens and the fish and the statues! And I love how it's so diplomatic, too, like "We love you but our daughter, uh, she is too young and the stars, uh, the stars are against it! Yes!"

Also Cor! I love that he's kind of anxious and kind of shy, like he's not always sure what's going on. And he's still homesick for Calormen, as he totally would be. It's hard leaving everything you know behind. AND he tries really hard to be a good diplomat and a good future king, whereas you wonder if Corin is really trying all that much (Lune's advisors must have breathed a huge sigh of relief when Corin stopped being the heir). And I love that he loves Narnia, he meets Wren and they get along, he hangs out with Lucy and Aravis chills with Susan and it's just all so awesome.

Which brings me to SUSAN, the awesomeness that is SUSAN, omg. Sneaky spymaster! Comforting friend! Fellow monarch! I love it, I love it, I love it.
We have a great affection for you and your family,” Susan continues. “We love you as one of our own. Rest assured that you will always have our support and protection so long as we are capable of granting them. No harm will ever come to Corin on our watch.”

Lune replies, “These are grand promises for a queen of Narnia to make.”

“I’m not speaking as a queen of Narnia.”

YEAH I BET SHE'S NOT. I love it that they're so close at this point, that you can tell it's turned into a real relationship, and that you gave Susan a real role as queen. And that there's diplomacy, because there's so little of it in canon or fandom.

AND LUNE. YES. He's so adorable! And you can tell he loves his wife, which is wonderful because it's so nice to see her, and he's so like "Uh this whole Narnia thing is kinda weird" and she's like "Just do your best! :)!"

“Must we drink to something? Can’t we just drink the blasted wine?”
You can tell he really loved her, and it's such a little thing to show it, but it's so nicely done. And he's so heartbroken but also a king, also someone who knows his duties and his family's need and YES, is what I'm trying to say.

So basically, A+++++++++++ fic and THANK YOU OMG, this was the best birthday fic EVER. <333333333

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
YAY HOORAY <3333 WYRM I AM GLAD YOU LIKE IT. Gleeeeeeeeeee.

Yes, Corin is wonderful! He's going to be a great crazy uncle for Cor and Aravis's kids, who spoils them and stuff. Cor has to be like, "Stop giving them those sweets, it'll rot their teeth," and Aravis says, "Stop telling them those stories, it'll give them nightmares!" but all the kids gather around Uncle Corin for toffees and tales of the dark caves of Ettinsmoor anyway.

Lune's advisors must have breathed a huge sigh of relief when Corin stopped being the heir
Yes! ahahaha.

Yanno, I did wonder during the writing of this, if Theanne is Susan once she grows up.

[identity profile] animus-wyrmis.livejournal.com 2009-09-04 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh god! Can you imagine? Corin would be like "Here, let me babysit the kids! :D!" and Aravis and Cor would be like NO THAT IS QUITE ALL RIGHT.

Ooh, they are really similar actually. Hmmm.

[identity profile] zempasuchil.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
I LOVE YOUR LUNE <333
a king who can't yet grow facial hair! hahahaha - and Theanne is so sweet! "try to have a little fun" indeed; I can just see Lune's not-really-grumpy face at this. Archenland must be a happy place.

I also love Susan's commanding presence here. Not too strong but very strong, and very self-assured, and very very lovely. Awwwww, comforting Lune! awwww. The poor man just kind of needs his wine.
“Your majesty,” Lune begins, but when Susan gives him the look with which he’s becoming familiar, he hesitates. He smiles instead, and says, “Thank you.”
how PERFECT. This sentence speaks volumes about their relationship, it is awesome.

CORIN LOL. I love him! I thought he was irritating to no end in The Horse and his Boy, but I really like this eager-to-please goof. He makes me think of very young America, or Arthur at age 7. he bargains, too! DERRING-DO XD I love it! God only knows what he's done to those songbirds.

And I love Cor too! ohhhhh all the little details of his letter that show his tentative sense of humor, how overwhelmed he is by this huge world and the huge role he has in it. And how much affection he has for Lune and how hard he is trying! awww. I laughed so much at the faun diaspora who made a quiet life for themselves selling faun pipes at exorbitant prices. for curious tourists looking for a piece of authenticity!

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Archenland is more normal at least. If Narnia's countries were anthropomorphized, Narnia would be kind of crazy and Archenland is the straight man.

Very young America and Arthur age 7! I love it. Corin is love, but often exhausting.

for curious tourists looking for a piece of authenticity!
XD i am glad you note this

Thank you, Z!

[identity profile] zempasuchil.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
If Narnia's countries were anthropomorphized
YES. There is no end to this crack. My thought after this was, Is Narnia the crazy England who insists that fairies talk to him and that he can do magic? (Because, I mean, of course Narnia is England to Lewis, just like Middle Earth is England.) My second thought was, what is Calormen? The mysterious aggressor - that is, still Turkey I guess! And Archenland issss...? That useful ally or something.

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah Narnia can be kind of silly, but there's a seriousness in how silly he is, I think. Like Del from Sandman, all chaotic and visceral and powerful. It's really interesting how they characterize America as being afraid of ghosts. I can see where the characterization comes from, but it's not how I would do it because it's not fear. I dunno. I just think of how if someone claims that their house is haunted or their cousin is possessed by a demon, it seems like in America there is more probability of being eyerolled at. I think in for example the Philippines it's still taken seriously to an extent.

I've been pondering the idea that a belief in ghosts is related to respect for the past. Well 'respect' is the wrong word. Maybe 'tied'? Like, belief in ghosts as manifestations of a subconscious wish for the past to never leave us. Or, by contrast, manifestations of our inability to escape/dismiss the past. I'm not sure which question to begin asking. How much do we let the past shape us? How aware are we of the past in our present? What shape does the past take in our present, and what size?

Yeah, Archenland is kind of benign, like Canada, but not as off to the side. It doesn't seem to have a big temper like England. Archenland is sort of like the Friedrich to Narnia's Karl, maybe, which might make Calormen Prussia?

[identity profile] zempasuchil.livejournal.com 2009-09-01 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
I think the ghosts thing has to do with how ghosts are portrayed in American movies - scary, never benign. American culture also has a problem with death (though I think it's just the Protestantism leaking in; Catholic cultures don't have such a weird thing about it it I think. Respect for the past - like a respect for family and ancestors, for antecedents, for something out there that we can't know about. Embracing the unknown and mystery, rather than going after mystery with science and eliminating it. Rationalization and disenchantment!!)

You're right, though; America doesn't take the idea of ghosts seriously - it's very not science. But if he thinks he sees one he freaks out I bet. (I mean. I know I would.)

ooohhhh. How the past shapes us. See, so, this is actually my favorite thing about America and Soviet Russia: they both believe in their own power to change themselves and everything in the world, their own power to escape the past. I remember reading about how in the USSR science was set back ages when the theory of genes was declared practically heresy. Because if so much of us is determined at birth, we can't change it ourselves, and not all men are the same, and the USSR depends on man driving history, and there can't be *any* way for people to be irreconcilably different because we have to eliminate class differences etc. And America, well! We are all self-determined individuals, independent creatures, and if we let our past influence us we can't be as free as we insist we are. These countries are more similar than they'd care to admit.

Like Canada if Canada were between two things :)) Switzerland without the crazy repressed violence? (Or Switzerland WITH that? oh dude I have never thought Archenland could be that: the territory that chooses to be neutral and then stockpiles so that if it needs to it can blow any attacker out of the water.) If Archenland is Friedrich, then he was definitely helping all manner of refugees over the border during the Witch's reign. He would be taking care of Narnia's domestic ills while her kings and queens grew up/slayed giants, if he were the Engels to Narnia's Marx. And in this schema Calormen is SO Prussia. Oh, lord, Prussia! what a dick!

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Disenchantment! Yeah there's a lot of rationality-motivated action, curiosity laced with control, not content to just accept. I dunno, America doesn't sit still very well. He's a doer, very output-oriented.

These countries are more similar than they'd care to admit.
I like that. Worthy enemies? Or maybe just poignant mirrors. The whole self-creation vs. essentialism thing gets intense and tangled. On the one hand, you don't want to be chained by the past and all that determinist crap, but on the other, you don't want to lose who you are, and nothing can come from nothing.

Secretly deadly Archenland, sitting on its secret awesome stockpile! Haha, I like that idea. Everything runs and is a little boring. Until war happens! Or until Narnia is threatened. Archenland's kind of like the wingman, then.
ext_3167: Happiness is a dragon in formaldehyde  (A Bradley in Arthur's Clothing)

[identity profile] puckling.livejournal.com 2009-08-30 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Furthermore, Lady Ilena has decided that she is too young to wed, and will instead devote her time and energies to perfecting her calligraphy until such an age when a better matrimonial match may be found.

HA! Of course she did.

Also I've decided that Bradley = Corin.

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-08-30 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Also I've decided that Bradley = Corin.
ACCURATE

[identity profile] hungrytiger11.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow! These are so much fun, and they combine things one sees too little of in this fandom. Achenland, letters and episolary. I especially liked Cor in this, though all have very distinct voices that fit, but in Cor I liked the blend of wry humor and the beginings of a good King.

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! If it weren't for Wyrm, I'm not sure if I would write about Archenland, so I'm glad for it because apparently Archenland is a delightful place.
ext_80109: (Narnia: Susan: the queen save god)

[identity profile] be-themoon.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
heeeee I still love this fic so much! It is so lovely and pretty and OMG CORIN HEEEE.

Furthermore, Lady Ilena has decided that she is too young to wed, and will instead devote her time and energies to perfecting her calligraphy until such an age when a better matrimonial match may be found.
I BET SHE DID. She perfected her calligraphy a lot and got new songbirds! And COR, so cautiously close and wistfully remembering and dryly humorous and very very aware of his brothers' 'derring-do'. THOSE BROTHERS.

I love all the little notes about commerce and trade and faun wine and faun pipes and diaspora, how they color the whole fic and are so subtly there. OH META AND DIASPORA. HOW I ADORE THEE.

BASICALLY, you are absolutely FABULOUS, Lass, and so is this, and I love Corin and Cor and Lune and Susan and Theanne so much. Awwww.

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-08-31 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Be! Your input was valuable.

CORIN, YANNO. I feel like there should be some ridiculous Archenlandish stories about Corin doing ridiculous things told in high language in a court romance or in some 'Canterbury Tales'-ish primary document. GATHER ROUND, ALL YE PEOPLE, AND HARKEN THE TALES OF THE VALIANT AND SLIGHTLY CRAZY PRINCE CORIN.

AWWW INDEED MS. FABULOUS YOURSELF <33!

[identity profile] miss-morland.livejournal.com 2009-09-04 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay, Archeland fic! Really enjoyed this -- your characters are all so lovely (especially Cor &hearts), and I love the small touches of humour.

I told him I could deliver it for him but he wouldn't let me.

How surprising, Corin. *sniggers*

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-09-05 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you :)

Cor was unexpectedly fun to write. I'm glad you like him!

[identity profile] westingturtle.livejournal.com 2009-09-04 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I read this earlier but I didn't have the internet to respond at the time but OH MY GOD CORIN. "THE GUSTO WITH WHICH HE PARTICIPATED" HAHAHAHAHA

[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-09-05 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Corin is delightful, if exhausting!
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[identity profile] twoskeletons.livejournal.com 2009-12-01 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
She has a headache tonight, dear!