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Horatio performs one last labor, and considers what's set before him.
This is the chance of a lifetime. Caleb just has to survive it.
They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.
(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)
Jerry wins, which means Charley loses.
Spring comes, and Nie Huaisang is seen with his sabre for the first time since— anyone's guess as to when.
"I suppose it's safe to assume you aren't here to ransom me."
Poins kills a man; the rest doesn't matter, and the prince must carry on.
Aumerle doesn't kill his king, but he can't save him, either.
August, 1388: Richard II of England has been dead for seven years, and his cousin the Prince of Wales is having a hard time.
Janet is there for the trial, and afterward.