Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag

“Where is my daughter, Knotai?” She speaks without preamble, moving across the room until she stands before her idle husband. He’s seated before the fire, legs thrown over the arm of the stuffed chair he insisted upon having. There’s a plate on his bare chest, littered with crumbs and bits of cheese, and he’s drinking straight from a bottle of cheap swill. He doesn’t look at her, instead watches the flames of the flickering fire as though his wife, his Empress, is of little consequence.

Our daughter is in Tar Valon by now, I’d imagine.” His response is so nonchalant, as though they were talking of mundane things. Horses, the weather. Had she less control, she might have allowed herself to show how staggering those words were. Her daughter, damane! But Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag did not gasp like a foolish girl and she certainly did not give in to the impulse to flip the hideous chair over with her damnable husband still seated on it.

“I could have you executed for this.” Her hands are on her hips now, a slip of her careful control. The words are no idle threat.

“You can, but you won’t.” Years had not stripped away his brazen nature or shaped him in to a proper member of the Blood; even the Seanchan Court could not bend the likes of ta'veren. She finds herself shuddering, thinking of it. Even now it is frightening to acknowledge that he is a legend living. An impossible myth who refused to shave his head, as he properly should.

With his usual, careless ease the man once known as Matrim Cauthon sits up, boots thudding to the ground as he sets the plate on the floor and lightly grabs her shoulders - wariness in his actions. He knows better than any alive that she might throw him across the room for breaking some unspoken rule or custom he doesn’t care to understand. And what he’s done this time is certainly worse than calling her by a former name or stepping on her shadow.

Knotai’s dark eyes attempt to catch her gaze but she refuses to even look at him. How can she after what he’s done?

When he finally speaks, his voice is lower, hoarse. Traced with unhappy resignation. “It was better this way. If I told you, you’d feel compelled to obey the law and have her collared. You’re too honorable to do anything else.” He is still staring at her, willing her to meet his eyes. She won’t look at him, she won’t. “Bode’s got her and she’ll keep a sharp eye on her, I promise.”

She wanted to ask if her daughter - no, her name must be stricken from the records now, I have no daughter - would write to them. If that imperious cow-witted marath'damane could care for one of the Blood properly. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She had no daughter now.

Tomorrow she would have it announced and would see about getting the girl back so that she might be collared properly, as all damane should be… Fortuona swallowed heavily, emotion surging to her throat. Choking her. “I couldn’t see her broken, Tuon. She’s our daughter.” His hands drop to his sides, shoulders slumped.

Upset as he is Knotai holds his arms up after a minute, the offer unspoken.

For the first time in their long, convoluted relationship, the Empress went to his arms, allowed herself to be enfolded in the warm comfort he offered as she cried bitter tears for what she’d lost. For what she dared not reclaim.

Light help me, I could not watch her broken either.

joannalannister asked:

How do you envision Mat and Tuon's relationship going forward? How does Tuon's role as empress affect them? How does it change Mat in particular, in your opinion? Does Mat ever take Tuon to visit the Two Rivers? What does she think of it? What about children? Tell me about their parenting. Has Mat ever sat down on the Crystal Throne, either by mistake or Tuin's urging (sex?) or whatever? How does Mat affect the damane (sp?) issue and slavery in general among Seanchean?

I think that they do sincerely love one another, and more than that, I think they know one another. I think Mat is good for Tuon in that he reminds her to be a person, not just the Empress, and that Tuon is good for Mat in focusing the fact that he is, thanks to his memories-that-are-not-his, quite probably the greatest general ever born.

1. Going forward, though? Tuon is the Empress, and she was raised for that her whole life. She was raised in absolute luxury, the kind Mat thought didn’t even exist, in a culture based on the enslavement of women such as those to whom Mat had been taught from birth to give the utmost respect. Their every cultural understanding is different.

So… I think it’s going to be difficult for them, if they get off war footing.

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anonymous asked:

You probably know everything there is to know about Taim and Logain so I'll throw you a curveball...Tuon! (For the ask meme thing)

I’m quite confident you’re right about that. I likely know all there is to know about Taim without having access to RJ’s notes. Anyway, Tuon.

  • How I feel about this character: I don’t like her.
  • All the people I ship romantically with this character: I don’t have a problem with her canon pairing, mostly because I don’t have particularly strong feelings over either participant, but wouldn’t say I “ship” it either. It just… exists.
  • My non-romantic OTP for this character: Furyk Karede.
  • My unpopular opinion about this character: I get the feeling that not liking her is a pretty unpopular opinion around here. (Not that this particularly bothers me, mind.)
  • One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: That meeting with Hawkwing in AMoL. Goddammit, Brandon.

Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag (Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag)

“I have decided you will not do for a cupbearer, Toy. Not until you learn meekness, which I almost despair of teaching you. Perhaps I will make you a running groom, instead. You are good with horses. Would you like trotting at my stirrup when I ride? The robes are much the same as for a cupbearer, but I will have yours decorated with ribbons. Pink ribbons.”

Wheel of Time (novels)
Art by Anna Ekman
Parents of the Dragon - Finale - Wheel of Time - Robert Jordan [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wheel of Time - Robert Jordan
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tigraine Mantear/Janduin, Rand al'Thor/Elayne Trakand/Aviendha/Min Farshaw, Perrin Aybara/Bain/Faile Bashere/Chiad/Gaul, Mat Cauthon/Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, Perrin Aybara/Faile Bashere, Moiraine/Asmodean, Nynaeve al'Meara/Lan Mandragoran, Demandred/Ishamael | Moridin, Egwene al'Vere/Taric, Galad Damodred/Berelain sur Paendrag, Logain Ablar/Mazrim Taim, Pevera/Androl, Cadsuane Melaidhrin/Sorilea, Cadsuane Melaidhrin/Traumatizing People
Characters: Tigraine Mantear, Janduin, Rand al'Thor, Mat Cauthon, Perrin Aybara, Faile Bashere, Elayne Trakand, Aviendha, Min Farshaw, Moiraine Damodred, Lan Mandragoran, Nynaeve al'Meara, Cadsuane Melaidhrin, Taric, Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, Berelain sur Paendrag, Egwene al'Vere, Tam al'Thor, More characters - Character, Logain Ablar, Mazrim Taim, Pevera, Androl, Sorilea
Additional Tags: so many damn ships, most of which are going to be in the background, But whatever, Tigraine lives au, Janduin lives au, Asmodean Lives AU, I like people living things

Tigraine Mantear should have died that day on Dragonmount. Instead she lives and the world changes. She will make sure her son lives and that the Dragon Reborn is victorious.

In one day Janduin lost both the woman he loved and their possible child. The Wise Ones tell him the Car'a'carn comes and is of the Taarad Aiel. For the first time in twenty years he hopes.