An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’m terribly sorry for my long absence. I was attempting Camp Nano, which failed epically and killed my motivation for writing for a while. Then I sat my butt down to edit one of my original novels, which I’m hoping I’ll be able to publish soon, so keep an eye out for that. In the mean time, have some more Emperor’s Edge time-travel fix-it.
Amaranthe’s father stared at her, blank faced in his shock. Amaranthe had to resist the urge to fiddle with the hem of the dress Lady Marblecrest had forced her into, in lieu of her wet shirt and trousers. It was beautiful, the fabric fine and softer than feathers, the colours vibrant. “Let me get this straight.” Her father said slowly, massaging his brow with two fingers. “You saved Tia Marblecrest’s life, so now the Marblecrest’s are going to fund your education?” He checked, stern and unyielding.
“Yes.” Amaranthe confirmed, wincing. She might have lived the last thirty years without her father, but that tone still affected her like she was actually nine years old. The look he levelled at her had the same effect, with his eyebrows drawn together, a knot of lines etched in the middle, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
“That’s. Good, I suppose.” Her father said stiffly.
Amaranthe wanted to roll her eyes, but thought she’d better not at the moment. “It’s not charity. It’s just… payment for services rendered.”
