Harsh Realities
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Halyonix
Date Posted: 4th June 2025
Series: The Unwanted Sister
Characters: Mirona, Coran
Description: Mirona seeks answers from Coran.
Location: Green Valley Hold
Date: month 2, day 19 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Relea
follows "Deja Vu (1)" and "Deja Vu (2)"
She avoided him for the following day and most of the next as well. It
wasn’t terribly hard to do between her responsibilities and his but
she knew that eventually she would need to speak with him about what
had happened. Mirona was still so furious, mostly with herself, for
doing what she used to do -- banking her hopes on someone, only to
have it fall apart.
She had to do better. For herself. For her son.
On the afternoon of that day, she knocked on the door to his office
with her chin high, refusing to bend. She deserved answers.
“Come in,” Coran called, head bent as he studied the numbers and
papers that were normally Reven’s responsibility. Mirona strode into
the room, not like she commanded it, but with the aura of a woman who
could patiently wait out a storm, while she waited for Coran to look
up at her.
It only took a split second to know it was Mirona who had walked in.
The chill she brought with her was palpable.
“Mirona,” he leaned back in his chair, pain etched onto his face.
“Please, sit.” She stood there for a long enough moment to make him
wonder if she was going to decline but she eventually sat, her posture
prim but not guarded. Not insecure.
“I’ll make it quick,” she said, trying to keep the frost out of her
tone. “When were you going to tell me?”
His hands came up immediately. “I didn’t know,” he rushed on at the
look in her eyes. “Seriously. When I left Jade Harbor and returned to
Green Valley, it was under the assumption that Relea and I were
divorced. The signed hides were with her when I left and I assumed she
would send them to the harpers for finalization. When she showed up
and said we are still married, I was as shocked as you.”
Her expression was of veiled doubt. “And you didn’t think to check
with her before last night?”
“Why would I? She and I hadn’t corresponded in months. There was no
reason for me to think she hadn’t gone through with sending the
hides.”
“For someone as thorough as you, I’m honestly surprised that you
didn’t get confirmation,” Mirona pointed out. Anger started to edge
into her tone. “You should have at least _mentioned_ her before.
Finding out like I did was a cruelty I didn’t expect from you.”
“I really am sorry,” Coran said again. “It wasn’t a secret I was
_trying_ to keep. I never wanted to make a spectacle out of you or
Relea.”
She wanted to believe him. She did. But she had been hurt by too many
men before, many with less than honorable intentions. “Save it,” she
said through clenched teeth. She sharply reined in her temper. Tossed
her head in proud defiance. She’d swallow the embarrassment somehow.
“I’ll not take up much of your time, then, going forward. I’ll work
with the Headwoman on her projects. You won’t have to worry about any
other scandal from _me_.”
He winced at the venom in her voice. It was deserved, he knew, but he
really _had_ liked her. Had found himself growing fond of her.
Picturing what a life might be like with her. “Of course. I’ll stay
out of your way,” he agreed.
How he rolled over was a bit surprising. Was that why his wife had
wanted to divorce him? No, it didn’t fit with the Coran she knew. Or
thought she knew. “Seems like you’ll be having your hands full anyway,
unless I miss my guess,” she answered, insinuating Relea’s pregnancy.
“Another surprise.” Coran felt a headache coming on. “The irony is
that we tried for Turns after our first daughter to have another but
it never worked out. Until now, naturally.” The ironies of his life
beset him.
Mirona wasn’t interested in hearing about ironies. “Congratulations
then,” she said, not hiding the sourness in her tone. She rose, her
skirts swirling around like eddies. “And good luck.” He was going to
need it. If he intended to take on being a true Lord Holder, he was
going to have to work on a lot of things that Mirona thought he was
better at.
She stepped lightly away from the desk and out the door, done with
him. He twitched, as if he would get up and go after her - but he
didn’t.
A part of him wanted to, needed to, but ultimately, she was better off
as far away from him as possible. And so he watched her go.
Last updated on the June 20th 2025