Ladies Meme-[8/8]Female Dynamics: Sharpay Evans & Ms. Darbus:
“And congratulations, Miss Sharpay Evans. University of Albuquerque,
Performing Arts. Miss Evans has agreed to return to East High next fall to assist me in running the Drama Department.”
Satin was all grace, dancing with three serving girls in turn but never presuming to approach a highborn lady. Jon judged that wise. He did not like the way some of the queen’s knights were looking at the steward, particularly Ser Patrek of King’s Mountain. That one wants to shed a bit of blood, he thought. He is looking for some provocation.
So. My second fanfic. Here, as promised. What is more, within the confinements of the very vague promise of “someday” that was given (Inspired by this ask I received).
I have been working very hard (occasionally) on this for the last week or so, it is almost 3 am and I. Can’t. Edit. Anymore. So I’m leaving it here, for your judgement.
Also I can’t think of a name for this damn thing.
ACOWAR spoilers, for those of you who haven’t read it yet.
Summary: In the aftermath of a war between The Autumn Court and The Day Court, Helion Spell-Cleaver is once again faced with his former lover, The Lady of the Autumn Court - and she has a secret she needs to share with him. Set after ACOWAR.
A/N: I cannot deal with naming characters. That is not my problem and so she doesn’t have a name.
I know that you all want me to say that I will change, that this fucking business will change. But I’ve learnt something these last few days. Those bastards are worse than us. Politicians, fucking judges, lords and ladies. They are worse than us. And they will never admit us to their palaces no matter how legitimate we become. Because of who we are. Because of who we fucking are, because of where we are fucking from.