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Title: A Sinterklaas Tale
Author: kira
Word Count: 1044
World: The Duchy of Saint-Germaine
Main Characters: Pashmina, Grande Duke Alexander Saint-Germaine
Rating: Teen for Pashmina’s profession as well as implied naughtiness. ;p
Borrow: no
Summary: Written for LJ’s Madrona project & the 12 days of Ficmas, Pashmina spends his first Sinterklaas with the Grande Duke…
Author’s note: Madrona is a post apocalyptic world, set mainly in Europe, in what is a new renaissance. Pashmina is a kitten which is a high class prostitute. Alexander is patron, wh9ich means he either owns a kitten for a set period of time, or bought out the kitten’s contract completely, so if that were the case, if the kitten wanted to, they would be free to leave and be their own person, should they tired of theiur patron or the patron tires of them. They generally go on to opening a brothel of their own after wards, although a few are lucky and manage to marry their patrons.
Author’s note 2: Sinterklaas is what the holiday of Christmas is known by in Madrona. Most of the customs & traditions of Christmas have been retained through the years, following the rise of Madrona.

Pashmina, upon waking up, carefully got up out of bed so as not to disturb the Grande Duke. Naked, he shivered as he hunted in a pile of clothing for his discarded bedclothes. Finding his nightgown, he quickly pulled it on; the cold fabric against his warm skin was just as bad as nothing at all. Pashmina found his robe a few minutes later and put it on. The extra layer added a small measure of warmth and despairing of ever finding his slippers, the kitten padded quietly across the cold wooden floor to one of the large windows in his patron’s bedchamber.

He opened the curtains ever so slightly and was momentarily blinded for his troubles by the dazzling brightness of the early morning sun and the blanket of white that covered everything. Closing his eyes, Pashmina wormed his way between the heavy drapes and sat in the window seat. He slowly opened his eyes, shielding them with a hand across his brow, and looked out at the vast expanse of white that covered the grounds of his patron’s manor house. He sighed softly as vague memories of a life in St. Mikhailsburg surfaced. He could barely recall his family’s traditions at Sinterklaas, just that there was lots of food and gifts, and life was good until his father died and his mother remarried. Then everything went to hell and back… he thought bitterly as he recalled his life in a brothel. Before his thoughts could turn black like the sooty, wet snow that was more like slush and freezing rain that fell and lined the streets outside the brothels in the capital city of Madrona than anything else, a voice he had grown to love called out to him.


“I’m here, Your Grace,” Pashmina said as he moved the curtains just enough to poke his head out.

“You must be cold; why don’t you come back to bed?” Alexander sleepily said.

“I want to sit here and look at the snow.”

“Would you like to go for a sleigh ride after lunch?”

“I’d love that, Your Grace,” Pashmina said.

Alexander sighed. “My dear, how many times have I told you to call me ‘Alex’ when we’re alone?”

“Too many times to count, Your Alexness,” Pashmina cheekily replied.

Laughing as he got up out of bed, Alexander quickly spotted his robe in the pile of clothes on the floor and pulled it on. Tying it shut, he slipped his feet into his slippers and walked over to the window seat. Drawing back the curtains, he blinked, his eyes watering at the brightness that assaulted them. “Damn, it’s bright!”

“That’s what I thought,” Pashmina said as he drew his legs up. Wrapping his arms around them, he rested his chin on his knees, giving his patron room to sit down.

“It’s certainly beautiful,” Alexander said.

“Yeah… I vaguely remember winters like it in St. Mikhailsburg.”

Alexander nodded, not liking his companion’s melancholy mood. “Oh, ummm… Merry Sinterklaas,” he said, changing the subject.

“Merry Sinterklaas to you too. I have a present for you.”

“Yeah?” Alexander smiled. “I have one for you too.”

“It’s downstairs under the tree,” they chorused and Pashmina laughed.

“I hope you like it,” he said.

“I’m sure I will.” Alexander leaned over and took Pashmina’s hand. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed the kitten’s fingers. “Now, please come back to bed, before you get sick, sitting here. A servant’ll be here soon to get a fire going and once the room is warm enough we can get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast and then you can open your presents and-”

Pashmina placed his fingers on his patron’s lips. “Sssh…” He smiled. “You talk too much.”

Alexander kissed them. “And you, my dear, are too pretty for words. Now, please come back to bed.”

Pashmina looked up at him and nodded. He scooted around, and placing his feet on the floor, he stood. “Come,” he said softly as he held out his hands.

Alexander took the kitten’s hands and pulled himself upright. Together they took a few steps, before he gathered Pashmina in his arms and carried the kitten over to the bed. He playfully dumped him onto it and Pashmina let out a startled squeal just as he pounced. He hated seeing the kitten looking so sad, especially since he had never felt so happy in life since his beloved Irina passed away and he was glad he had someone like Pashmina in his life again.

As they playfully wrestled on the bed, Pashmina’s nightie and robe rode up, exposing his legs and his hips as well as destroying the illusion that he was a pretty girl. Not that Alexander minded one bit; he had enough heirs to take over the ruling of his duchy when he was gone and more importantly, the better he got to know Pashmina, the more he found he liked the little kitten. “Off with this,” he said as he tugged on Pashmina’s nightie.

“But it’s cold!”

“I’ll warm you up. Now hurry.”

Pashmina sat up and took off his robe. His nightie quickly followed and he sat there, hugging himself in a vain attempt at keeping warm. Pashmina shyly looked up as his patron.

“Damn! You’re beautiful.” Alexander sighed. “I think as soon as the roads are passable, I want to take to you Firenze and have della Rosa paint you!”


“Yeah! I want him to paint you nude in your bedchamber, well what passes for your bedchamber in his studio so that when you tire of me and leave me-”

“Oh, I don’t plan on leaving you that quickly, Your Gracy Alexness.” Pashmina gave him a saucy smile.

“That’s good to hear,” Alexander said. He grinned as he took off his robe, tossing it on the end of the bed. Alexander hurried beneath the covers, the coldness of the room making him shiver. Pashmina quickly followed. He snuggled up to his patron, resting his head on Alexander’s shoulder. They lay like that as the morning brightened and the manor house came to life, neither one of them wanting to do anything more than just living in the moment, in what was to become the first of many Sinterklaases together.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 7th, 2014 01:01 am (UTC)
So sweet!

Did I miss them getting to this point from them meeting at the brothel or are you skipping around their time line? I'm very happy to see where they end up.
Jan. 7th, 2014 01:09 am (UTC)
*blushes* thanks!

I'm time skipping. I just don't have the time or energy right now to work on the fic where they wind up together, so you didn't miss anything. XD
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