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where_no_woman2010-03-08 05:39 pm
jlm121.livejournal.com) wrote in where_no_woman2010-03-08 05:39 pm
Intergalactic Women's Day Fic Post
Title: Mandana
Rating: G-PG
Warnings: Probably a little too Romulans meets Regency but it made sense to me.
Characters: Mandana, Nero (Called Oren here), assorted Romulans
Summary: A response to Prompt 104
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young woman in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a husband"
Ficlet: 416 words
Some days Mandana wonders if their Vulcan cousins may be onto something by engaging at betrothals at seven. In it's own way it is demeaning and wrong, but Mandana cannot consider it any worse than what she must go through now. They do not want her. These sons of Senate and of the Empire who flash dark eyes and cold smiles at her, but she is nothing more than an amalgamation of flesh to them. She is not unbecoming. Her fair coloring and red hair are rare in the Empire. These things make her palatable. It is her father's money and more importantly his power that draws the sons of the Empire to her door.
Mandana must marry. She has no option in that, she risks her own death in defying her father. In a way, she is grateful because most of the choice is hers. Her mother and father whisper names and lines of connection into her ears as theY work through crowds but her father has not taken an offer for her hand and consigned her to a husband. Mandana knows that gives her a luck that several in her circle do not have.
She may chose, but that choice weighs heavily.
Trelen is the first who comes for a visit. He is praetor and well known in the Empire. Mandana does not like his hands or the way he reaches for her as if she has already chosen.
Others follow and each leaves without Mandana's promise.
Her mother calls her picky. Her father insinuates that if she cannot chose he will.
More men come. These are warriors and men of space. Mandana knows her indecision has marked her and pushed her down a social level, but she does not care. She likes these men more than those who have come before. These men are less cunning and see her more as a woman than as a means of advancement.
Oren is one of the last to come.
He makes her smile because he has no expectation that she will chose him. He was a soldier and is now a miner. Her father hates him within moments of Oren entering the house. He is rough without much to his name but a mining vessel and desire. She choses him before he formally asks. Manadana touches the back of his rough hands with the tips of her fingers. Oren's obsidian eyes smile at her touch.
Mandana choses him and Oren loves her for that choice.
Rating: G-PG
Warnings: Probably a little too Romulans meets Regency but it made sense to me.
Characters: Mandana, Nero (Called Oren here), assorted Romulans
Summary: A response to Prompt 104
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young woman in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a husband"
Ficlet: 416 words
Some days Mandana wonders if their Vulcan cousins may be onto something by engaging at betrothals at seven. In it's own way it is demeaning and wrong, but Mandana cannot consider it any worse than what she must go through now. They do not want her. These sons of Senate and of the Empire who flash dark eyes and cold smiles at her, but she is nothing more than an amalgamation of flesh to them. She is not unbecoming. Her fair coloring and red hair are rare in the Empire. These things make her palatable. It is her father's money and more importantly his power that draws the sons of the Empire to her door.
Mandana must marry. She has no option in that, she risks her own death in defying her father. In a way, she is grateful because most of the choice is hers. Her mother and father whisper names and lines of connection into her ears as theY work through crowds but her father has not taken an offer for her hand and consigned her to a husband. Mandana knows that gives her a luck that several in her circle do not have.
She may chose, but that choice weighs heavily.
Trelen is the first who comes for a visit. He is praetor and well known in the Empire. Mandana does not like his hands or the way he reaches for her as if she has already chosen.
Others follow and each leaves without Mandana's promise.
Her mother calls her picky. Her father insinuates that if she cannot chose he will.
More men come. These are warriors and men of space. Mandana knows her indecision has marked her and pushed her down a social level, but she does not care. She likes these men more than those who have come before. These men are less cunning and see her more as a woman than as a means of advancement.
Oren is one of the last to come.
He makes her smile because he has no expectation that she will chose him. He was a soldier and is now a miner. Her father hates him within moments of Oren entering the house. He is rough without much to his name but a mining vessel and desire. She choses him before he formally asks. Manadana touches the back of his rough hands with the tips of her fingers. Oren's obsidian eyes smile at her touch.
Mandana choses him and Oren loves her for that choice.