Choose Your Path and Call it Fate: Chapter 13
Fandom: Tortall - Tamora Pierce
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alanna of Pirate’s Swoop and Olau & Thom of Trebond, Thom of Trebond & Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie’s Peak, Thom of Trebond & Francis of Nond, Alanna of Pirate’s Swoop and Olau & Jonathan of Conté, Alanna of Pirate’s Swoop and Olau & George Cooper
Characters: Alanna of Pirate’s Swoop and Olau, Thom of Trebond, Jonathan of Conté, Gary of Naxen, Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie’s Peak, Francis of Nond, Alexander of Tirragen, George Cooper (Tortall), Roger of Conté, Eleni Cooper (Tortall), Coram Smythesson, Gareth I of Naxen, Baird of Queenscove
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Illness, Child Death, both thom and alanna go to corus, give thom even one friend challenge, POV Multiple, unsafe chest binding, canon-typical gender essentialism
Duke Roger of Conté arrived with little fanfare, appearing at the palace gates without an escort one afternoon in early August. Jonathan and Alanna, who had been enjoying a rare shared break between her lessons and his duties, caught sight of him in the stables on their way back to the palace, surrounded by servants who were leading his horse to the stables and gathering his belongings.
Jonathan’s whole face lit up when he realized who the newcomer was and he practically dragged Alanna off her feet in his eagerness to bring her to meet his cousin. Alanna righted herself at the last minute and trotted after him, her eyes on Duke Roger’s back.
“Cousin!” Jonathan called out, and Duke Roger turned, his features arranging themselves into a broad smile as he recognized them.
“That can’t be Jon,” he said. “Surely you’re still ten years old.”
“You’ve been gone for too long,” Jonathan said, laughing. Standing side by side, Alanna could see the resemblance between the two. Both had dark hair, although Jon’s was a few shades darker, and piercing blue eyes. Both were handsome, with straight noses and high foreheads. Roger stood head and shoulders taller than his cousin, and he carried himself like a prince. He dressed like one too. The clothes he wore, which must have been traveling clothes, sat spotless and wrinkle-free, their rich colors brilliant in the summer sunlight. He looked as fresh as though he had spent the past weeks living a life of luxury at the palace, not traveling alone from Carthak. His voice was rich and musical, a light tenor that seemed alive with easy humor. A stone settled into Alanna’s stomach. For some reason, Duke Roger set her every nerve on edge.
Chapter 13: Roger of Conté