Leading Ladies: (3/?) Coriane Jacos-Calore (Queen Song by Victoria Aveyard)
He [the prince] asked her to call him Tibe after a few weeks. A family nickname, used among the royals and a precious few friends. “All right, then,” Coriane said, agreeing to his request.” “Saying ‘Your Highness’ was getting to be a bit of a pain.” They first met by chance, on the massive bridge that spanned the Capital River, connecting both sides of Archeon. A marvelous structure of twisted steel and trussed iron, supporting three levels of roadway, plazas, and commercial squares. Coriane was not so dazzled by silk shops or the stylish eateries jutting out over the water, but more interested in the bridge itself, its construction. She tried to fathom how many tons of metal were beneath her feet, her mind a flurry of equations. At first, she didn’t notice the Sentinels walking toward her, nor the prince they followed.
I was rereading QUEEN SONG the other day and realized once again how sad Cal’s childhood must have been.
According to Coriane, Cal was “a fat baby, smiling early, laughing often, growing bigger by leaps and bounds,” and according to Maven in KING’S CAGE, Cal was “always smiling and talking and laughing and perfect.” And then when Cal was only seven months old, Coriane died. The poor baby might not have understood a lot of things yet then, but he must have felt the loss of his mother. The once always-smiling-talking-and-laughing baby became lonely. He was left under the care of nannies, because while Tibe loved his son, he was too busy being king and most likely spent most of his free time sulking and drinking the pain of losing his dear wife away… until he became an angry, lonely, and heartbroken king.
Norta needed a queen and a spare ASAP. Only three months after Coriane’s death and just a month before Cal’s first birthday, Tibe had to remarry. (Had because I think Tibe would never have wanted to get married again, only three months after Coriane’s death, much less to Elara whose guts he hated.) This time, he unknowingly married the woman who had caused the loss of his first three unborn babies and psychologically tortured and killed his first wife and who would also plot his demise eighteen years later. And so, that was how Cal got himself an evil stepmother. He had to live with the woman who had killed his mother without knowing about it. Did Elara ever mistreat or control Cal in any way? We’ll never know. Just imagining Queen Elara holding baby Cal makes me sick.
And then Maven came. Cal’s Mavey. The brother he loved with all his heart. The brother he looked up to. The brother he’d always known would make a much better king. Maven had a mother. Of course, Cal never knew Elara’s sick way of raising her son; in his eyes, his brother had a mother who loved and cared for him, and to him that was more than he could have ever asked for himself. “Cal definitely wished his mother was around. And there were other qualities in Maven that he admired and wanted, but couldn’t find in himself.” Tibe did shower Cal with so much love (to the point that Maven felt neglected) to make up for Coriane’s absence in his life, but a mother’s love is still different and cannot be substituted. Imagine how Cal must have felt all those times seeing Maven and Elara. He was envious of Maven for he still had a mother, but despite his envy, he still loved him nonetheless. But in the end, Maven betrayed him.
Cal was controlled and forced to kill his own father thanks to Elara and Maven’s scheming. He lost the only parent he’d ever known, and he will forever blame himself for his death. The horrible nightmares. (”And when do you sleep, Cal?” “I don’t. Not anymore.”) He lost the crown that was rightfully his. He was a sad child who grew up with the knowledge that he was going to be king after his father. He made that his only mission. He equated his identity to the crown. But who is Cal without the crown? Without his father by his side? Without Mare by his side? That’s what I want him to find out for himself.
Most of all, I wish Cal to find happiness too. Not as a prince, not as a king, but as a normal young man. He’s been living a sad life. He deserves happiness too.
1. All young women at the royal court were physically made to become queen, so it's a game of power among their parents and their kids are their marionettes.
2. Silvers often don't marry out of love, because their kids have to be the most powerful, so Silvers mostly are betrothed with men and ladies they don't even like.
3. Young Silvers are raised to hate Reds and to think that they are scum. That's the reason why most of them are so brutal and upstage.
4. For Silver men, it's very useful that their children often inherit their ability because so they know whether their wives cheated on them.
5. When Coriane was pregnant with Cal, she was 21 years old. Elara had to be between 20 and 22 when she was pregnant with Maven and there are 2 years and 2 months between Maven and Cal. So there are 1 to 3 years between Elara and Coriane. That means that when Elara and Coriane first met, Elara was between 12 and 14 years old, because Coriane was 15. So, already in her early life, Elara used her ability to torture others and to scare them (read Queen Song).
6. When Coriane died, Cal was probably between 6 and 8 months old, because he could sit and had one single tooth. When you count back, that means that Tibe married Elara no later than 9 or 11 months after Coriane's death.
That's all what I have for you guys today. I hope I could shock you a little. 😉
A really stupid thing I wrote to distract myself from my cold. Which totally backfired, as you can see.
Tentoo x Rose | 1,782 Words | All Ages | sick!Doctor
The Doctor had never experienced cold symptoms as a Time Lord. Now that he’s human, he’s more than susceptible, due to his new body’s untested immune system. (Just a silly, fluffy one-shot.)
Before becoming human, the Doctor never
imagined just how horrible it really felt to have a cold. Of course,
some colds could be worse than others. But he hadn’t spent the
better part of his life building up his immune system against all
these relatively innocuous viruses the way most humans did.
So when his first cold hit him, it
really hit him.
On the first morning, when he woke up
from a somewhat fitful night’s sleep, he thought maybe he’d breathed
a bit too much smoke from that alien spaceship crash the night
before. His throat felt a bit scratchy and thick, and he found
himself wanting to swallow more than normal. He was also very
thirsty. All that smoke and heat must have dried him out a little,
that was all.
But then he tried to sit up, and the
entire room began to spin.
“Whoa…” he rasped, grabbing the
edge of the bed to stabilize himself, taken aback by how hoarse his
voice was. He reflexively cleared his throat, but it didn’t help,
and seemed only to make the soreness worse.
Rose half rolled over to look at him
groggily. “What, what is it?”
“Blimey…” he said, closing his
eyes, but still feeling lighter than air, and completely disoriented.
“I feel… I feel…” he flopped back down onto the pillow.
Rose rolled the rest of the way and
felt his shoulder briefly, then his forehead. “God, you’re burning
up,” she said, voice pitched with concern. “How do you feel?”
“I told you. Weird.” He draped an
arm over his eyes. For whatever reason, the light coming through the
window was giving him a headache.
“You sound awful. You must have
caught Tony’s cold.” Rose rolled out of bed and threw a dressing
gown on, briefly disappearing from the room before returning with a
thermometer. “Here, stick this under your tongue,” she said.
“I can’t be sick,” the Doctor
whinged. “I have an excellent immune system. I never get sick.”
“Doctor, that was your old body.
You’re human now, and as susceptible as the rest of us. Now do as I
The Doctor mumbled darkly under his
breath, but allowed her to take his temperature.
The thermometer beeped after a few
minutes, and Rose read the digital window. “Yep, definitely a
fever. I’ll call Pete and let him know you’re staying home.”
“Nonsense!” His voice cracked
raggedly. “You work when your sick, I can do the same.”
Rose guffawed. “Doctor, you’ve never
had a cold before. Your immune system has never been exposed to a
cold virus, ever. You might be at higher risk for pneumonia because
of it, and I’m not about to let that happen.”
“But Rose…” It would have been a
whine under ordinary circumstances, but as it was, his voice sounded
more like chains being dragged through gravel.
“Be sensible, Doctor.” She patted
his arm. “I’ll go make some tea. You stay here.”
As soon as she’d gone, the Doctor tried
to sit up again, concentrating on keeping himself more stable. After
a moment, the room settled down, but sitting up made his headache a
thousand times worse. The pressure behind his eyes was monstrous,
and he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Still, breathing through
his mouth set his throat on fire. He tried to swallow, but that made
his throat feel worse. Everything inside felt sticky and full of
bugs, crawling around under his skin and in his throat. “This is
disgusting,” he grumbled under his breath.
Still, if ordinary humans could go to
work with a cold, surely a part Time Lord human could manage. He
just needed to get moving, maybe have a bit of breakfast, though his
legs felt like concrete, and he didn’t feel much like eating. Still.
He could do this. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up off
And immediately sat back down, the room
spinning again. He felt like his head was floating and his legs were
stuck in quicksand. “This is ridiculous!” he muttered, face
pinched and frowning. Hearing his ragged voice just added to his
After two more attempts, and using the
wall to stabilize himself, he finally felt like he could walk across
the room and put on his dressing gown. He felt hot and cold at the
same time, and was shivering by the time he tied his robe closed. He
grabbed a pair of socks out of the dresser and stumbled down the hall
towards the kitchen, running his hand along the wall to ground
He came around the corner just as Rose
was setting the teapot on a tray laden with a simple breakfast. She
looked up. “Doctor! I told you to wait there!”
“This is silliness, Rose, I’ll be
fine. I just need some ibuprofen and a little breakfast, probably.
I’m sure it’s nothing.” He gingerly made his way to the nearest
dining chair and eased himself into it with an involuntary sigh of
Rose’s brow creased as she frowned,
folding her arms across her chest. “You’re not being reasonable.”
He responded with a sudden attack of
forceful sneezes—four right in a row—then lowered his head to the
table with a groan. Rose sighed and came closer, massaging his head
gently. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” she said.
Hey Guys! This is the fanfic that the Anon requested. It’s my first one pls don’t judge too hard. 😂😂 It’s Mare and Cal finally meeting/noticing each other. If you want me to write more then I can, just request! I had a lot of fun with this!
Also *NOTE* I know that Cal and Mare WOULDN’T be in the same class, but for the sake of this fanfic I kept them the same age/class.
P.S. If anyone could please teach me how to make a link of this/upload it as a pdf I would really appreciate that!!
Ship: Mare x Cal
Smack. Mrs. B’s pointer hits my desk, making me jump. …And wake up. “Ms. Barrow since you quite obviously already know all of this information, would you please tell me how old Scout was at the beginning of the book?” I shrug. “Nope.” “Well, what is her father’s name?” she demands. “No clue.” At least I’m honest. “And who is the children’s next door friend?” I stare at her blankly, familiar with her method. I don’t know the answers, she knows I don’t know, and no matter how much she interrogates me today, I won’t know tomorrow. She gets a wicked smile on her face. “Thought so.” I let her win.