Ser Cullen Rutherford is an oathbreaker. Or, he will be, by story’s end, for he cannot keep promises made to both his Lord and his Lady. A gift fic for
Trusted Knight loyal to the House Lavellan, Ser Cullen Rutherford’s honor has defined him since boyhood. But while his sword belongs to Lady Lavellan’s father… his heart belongs to her alone. He’s vowed to serve his lord, and pledged to protect her happiness, but when the Lady Lavellan is betrothed, Cullen must choose which oath to break.
Excerpt:
Through the swirling dancers, Cullen caught sight of her again.
The Lady Ellana moved through the crowd like water finding its course, her deep green gown the color of lush summer leaves flowing around her with each step. Silver embroidery chased along the sleeves in intricate patterns that caught the torchlight, matching the delicate circlet that crowned her dark hair.
She paused to speak with an elderly farmer’s wife in a linen coif, bending to catch a word over the drone of the piper, then tipped her head back in laughter. The circlet slipped askew as she tipped her head back, and she reached up to adjust it with fingers that bore no rings save a simple band on her thumb. The sound of her joy carried even over the din, and a strand of hair had escaped her careful arrangement, and she tucked it behind one pointed ear—a delicate, slender thing—with the unconscious gesture he’d seen a thousand times before. Her eyes, verdant as the first growth of spring, swept the crowd with the easy confidence of someone born to this place, these people, this life of warmth and plenty that Cullen had been gifted but never quite belonged to, past the other creches of guests, then towards the doors and—
“I don’t like this song because I can’t relate to it” skill issue. I’m mad at my husband I love my girlfriend I’m a lone cowboy I’m growing old I’m growing up I’m depressed I love my friends I’m perpetually horny I’m drunk at the club I love my husband again
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