|The Rose of Whitekeep
Author: Solemn Coyote PM
A very romantical story about elves and magic and teenage girls and dresses and castles and bandits and pastries and more elves. Also a satire. Penned with the express permission and encouragement of Sabrael. Nine out of ten fangirls approve.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 10 - Words: 23,044 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-31-08 - Published: 10-15-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2426918
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Epilogue: History, the Way It Should Be
And so, lady Tiff married Andar of house Aillil and in time they had many beautiful children. In return for her service to Whitekeep, the nobles decided unanimously to award Tiff the title of princess. It was an unprecedented decision for them and for feudalism in general. I hope it will lead somewhere good.
Turien also married, but not to Perelle. As it turned out, she was exactly like those girls at school who sit at the popular table with the boys but aren't actually very bright and never end up marrying anyone. Instead, Turien met a beautiful commoner and fell in love despite the harsh restrictions on who a noble like he could marry. There was some business with a glass slipper that no one ever got to the bottom of, but everything turned out alright in the end. Some of the more irresponsible marriage laws were repealed.
As for me, I have been spending my time with that dashing elf that I met at the dance, many years ago. He's much more charming than you might expect.
-Lady Eldari's personal journal. Fourteenth day of autumn in the first year of the rein of Queen Tif'fani the second.
A/N: So, that is my story. Now that it is done maybe I should see if I can find someone to publish my other writing. It is just as good, I promise. Or maybe I will post it here, too. Brittany tells me that is a good idea. Maybe I will even casually mention to Gavin that it is here. I mean, not that I would ever care about such a thing but maybe he likes to read good stories too. You never know.
Author's Note, for Serious: So…yeah. I can't say I ever expected to finish writing this. Or that it would take so long to finish. Or that it would even be kinda fun to write as badly as possible for as long as possible with a character/pseudo-authoress like Tiff. Even if I didn't produce something special, all 41 pages of RoW have been a learning experience for me. Hopefully the reviews I get will be another learning experience, if a more painful one. Anyways, thank you for reading this in its entirety. If you're looking for more serious fiction, I'm sure this wonderful site has plenty to offer. Or, perhaps, I could write something else. Any suggestions?
By the by, I would like to thank the following people for making this story possible. Without them, RoW would just be dust on my keyboard. So, let's have a big hand for:
Sabrael: Who demanded that I use her characters to write the girliest story I could imagine. I would never have done something like this otherwise, and I thank her for the chance to let my inner-fangirl out.
Gathering Crows: For being a Brittany of sorts. This makes two stories, so far, that you've saved from oblivion.
Locus: For being an incredible writer to bounce ideas off of. I may yet write that necromancer story.
Katie: For friendship and level-headedness and schnitzel.
Steel Kitsune: For writing stories that make this one look tiny, and in hopes that by crediting him here I can get an extension on the time I have to review his gigantic novel.
Burnt Bread/StP: For giving me another voice on ficpress, particularly when my muse was larking about the countryside.
Disturbly: Whose stories I've neglected reviewing to write this, but deserves a mention because they're ridiculously good.
Breana, Awaking Kills the Dream, Jasmine Firewing, and all the other authors who checked in on me during my hiatus: I'm really sorry about the radio silence, and I swear I'll start reviewing again. As soon as I can wrangle myself a decent internet connection.
You: Of course, you. 'cause you're reading this, you awesome person, you. Thanks for sticking with me so far.