queensthief | Fanfic

I love Gen. I think we all do, actually. And so of course when KoA was going to come out I did the whole, run around the house skipping-thing.

I also started to write a fanfic. The first thing in my head was how Gen hated to kill people and how the court at the end of Queen disliked him. The first scene of the fanfic was, well, Gen killing some assassins and then freaking out to his guard and asking why *HE* had to be the one killing people.

Needless to say, I almost died when he did that in KoA. Of course in my scene it was the throne room and I made Attolia a little too nice, but the similarity was still beautiful. I felt all smart thinking like MWT.

I had another fanfic somewhere that Gen's son wanted to be Thief and not King and so a pact had to be made with Eddis over what would happen...

But that's for another time.

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From:

rowana.livejournal.com

:) Sounds interesting. I think a seperate fanfiction community should seriously be started up by someone, since some people here might not want to touch it.

But how cool that you guessed the scene from KoA!

From:

eddis.livejournal.com

Here's the snippet, which is all I wrote before giving up. >< Mind, I wrote this before KoA, so Attolia is a little nicer. If the fanfic community is made, I'll finish this and post it there.

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Eugenides and Attolia / Gen and Irene

The guards had left him. Deserted him! Damn Attolian guards, why weren’t there any Eddisians around. Eugenides jumped back and swung his sword, cursing under his breath. No one was around! He parried the other’s swing and he felt his arm stiffen up. He cursed again. The Thief wasn’t used to fighting with his left arm yet, no matter how much he’d practiced with his father.
Thankfully his arm didn’t stiffen up for long. One more block, a parry and--
The assassin fell to the ground. Eugenides stepped back, looking away from all the red. That he was the cause of the blood, a murderer. He shivered, he was a Thief, yes, but he did not enjoy stealing lives. He started to run his right hand through his hair, but stopped. Lowering the stump of his arm, he placed his sword on the ground and only then ran his left hand through his hair. His curls were still short, he had never grown out his locks from a year ago.
“Gen!” He looked up sharply, blinking once at the beautiful woman that came into the room. The most beautiful woman in the world, or at least all of Eddis, Attolia and Sounis.
“Fine,” he replied, softly. The woman stopped. He wasn’t fine and she knew it. If he was fine he’d be cursing and muttering and making jests. If he was quiet. . . .
“Guards!” Eugenides yelled out. His voice was shaking. “Guards! Damn you all…” Clearly upset, the woman saw. And then she knew why. He had told her this just last night, how he hated to kill. He would do anything to save his life, but to take another life . . . He didn’t like to steal lives. He had tore up his soldier enrollment papers years ago, and only started up sword fighting with his left arm because of the war between Eddis and Attolia. Now the war was over and he had laid his sword down for the time being.
The guards still weren’t there.
The woman pursed her lips. How dare they not listen when they are called for. “Guards!” Her own voice was solid, sharp, and she thought she saw, maybe, Gen flinch. No, he hadn’t flinched. . . .
“Yes, Your Majesty?” A few guards poked their heads in, eyeing the dead assassin and then walking in slowly. “We were looking for his friends--”
“Liars!” The Queen snapped. She took a step to them and they shrank back against her shadow. “You left your King to fight for himself! You deserted him, this is treason!” She knew they knew it, but saying it aloud would seal their fate.
“You are going to be hanged--”
“Wait.” Eugenides stepped over the body of the dead man, and over to the three guards. He looked over each and every one, slowly, and he felt them holding their breaths. They knew what Attolia would do to them, but their King? They didn’t know his ways. Would he kill them? Kill them slower than the Queen would . . . Or would he let them go?
“You left me,” he said. His voice was hard now, and low. “Treason. I would have forgiven not wanting to help, I would have forgiven even if you started to leave, but you returned. But no. You left and left me alone.” He glanced to Attolia, but he did not need her nod. He was of the royal family from Eddis, he knew the punishment for treason.
“Hang them.” Three Eddisian guards, who had come from no where, grabbed each of the Attolian guards and dragged them out. Eugenides watched, then turned away as the door to the throne room shut.
“Well?” he asked after a moment’s silence. There was a crude humor in his voice. “Do I pass my first test as King?” He was trying to be funny, but Attolia caught the bit of pain. He didn’t want to sentence men to death, it wasn’t in his nature. His nature was to work alone, to be silent and steal. But that had changed when Attolia had cut off his right hand, and when he’d married her last month. When he had become King of Attolia.

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“Yes,” the woman said. She crossed the space between herself and her husband and she placed a hand on his shoulder. He’d grown a little more, she thought to herself. They were almost equal in height.
Before she could do anything, tell him anything, he kissed her. He was looking for comfort in the kiss and she wasn’t sure how to give it. Attolia was new to love. But his arms wrapped around her, and hers around his neck. Apparently she did something right because Gen pulled away and whispered a thank you.
“You weren’t mad at them because they left, were you?” Attolia asked. “You can fight for yourself . . . You were mad because they weren’t here and you had to kill the man. Am I correct?” He nodded, glancing over to the body again. Attolia caught his chin and made him look at her. Then she kissed his forehead.
“I love you,” Gen whispered. He always said that, at any moment he could sneak it in. He’d loved her since he was eight, or so he said. That night in the garden. . . . “And you are growing kinder, Irene.” With this, the Thief stepped back, wondering whether he’d get his ears boxed in. The subject of kindness, ah that came up a lot. Attolia, Irene, was no doubt beautiful. But kindness-- that was another matter.
“I am?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. He glanced up and copied her, his eyebrow up. Then he nodded. He grinned to her, a real grin. It warmed her up, his real grins. His smiles were alright, and his frowns chilled her . . . But a grin--
“Yes. You are kinder.”
Silent, both left the room.

&&&

It had been the night after their wedding night. Gen and Irene had been in bed and the Queen lying in the arms of her King. That day had been his coronation.
“I love you,” Gen had said, again. He kissed her then, softly, not sure if he could. Then he had pulled away and wistfully said, “If only you were more kind.” He thought she was going to hit him, and he shut his eyes waiting for a blow. But none came. Attolia had instead taken his right arm and touched the stump. Gen had tried to move away, to take back his hand, but Attolia had kissed the stump of his arm. The boy had frozen.
“If you help me,” she had said. “Then I can become kind.” The words were so unlike her that Eugenides had blinked only in response. After a few moments, he settled back into the bed with a nod. He had kissed her again.
“I will help you. And I will teach you to steal kindness as I stole peace.” To steal something that no one could steal with even both hands. Truly, Gen could, and can, steal anything.

The memory brought a smile to the Queen’s lips. He had taught her to steal kindness, in an odd way. To think things over and to take off her mask. His voice now brought her to the present -- two days after his attack in the throne room.
“I hate horses.” He was complaining, and just fine it seemed. “The gods made horses to torture me, didn’t they?”
“Possibly.” She believed in the gods now. After seeing them in a dream, seeing how Gen believed. Seeing how her prayers had been answered and how her love had been brought back to her.
“Must we ride to Sounis?” Still complaining. That was good, he had been silent before and that had been frightening.
“I think it shall be impossible,” Attolia said. She met his puzzled glance with a smile-- he had not thought she would actually answer him. “If you really ride as bad as you say, we won’t be able to get there within a lifetime.”
He laughed at her joke, giving her a grin. “You’re right.”
She turned to the stable hands, shaking her head at the two horses that were led out. “A cart,” she ordered.

From:

dannybailey.livejournal.com

Wow, you wrote this before you read KOA? That's quite amazing.

I really liked this. I think you've got amazing characterization, especially in the characters' actions and interations with each other. I think all of the situations that you've written them in are totally plausible. (In fact, some of your situations actually became canon.)

That said, if you'd ever like a beta reader to look over you fics and check for grammer/spelling/formatting and stuff like that, I'd be happy to help.

What do you think about starting a fanfic community. I'd love to encourage writers to write more in this fandom, because I'm dying for something more to read. If you'd like to, we could start a community together and co-moderate it. If you want to email me [sirius.loves.remus @ gmail . com] (without the spaces, of course) we could chat about it. Or you can IM me on AIM at ownerofthebar. Thanks!

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dannybailey.livejournal.com

So...yeah.

I made a fic community. For all two of us who have posted fic so far.

Here it is:

queensthief_fic

If it's ok with everyone, I may still post a few links to my fics here, just because I think more people will see them if they're here.

Anyway, everyone go join, and write, and post, and stuff!