A Desperate Disposition

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the Tamora Pierce characters. Or anything written by anyone before me.

A/N: Hello all you readers of fan fiction. This will be my first story. I hope you like it. Tell me if you don't! If you guys have any ideas to help me either that'd be awesome.

CHAPTER 1: War and Marriage

"You Meathead! How could you do this to me! We are cousins; I thought you knew my intentions! But NO you go on hugging MY bride to be anyhow, I cant believe Kel didn't tell you! God's bless, maybe this isn't what she wants maybe she just said yes to..." Domitian kept on blabbering, scolding his cousin Nealan of Queenscove while trying to sort thing in his head.

"Dom, would you shut up for a second and let me explain!" exclaimed Neal, "I did know your intentions! Why do you think I was hugging Kel! I was HAPPY for you two! But a couple things I don't understand is when did you become such a meathead of MY best friend, and what about the Kings Own!?!"

"Oh, right, I knew that" muttered Dom, "The king decided, with Kel being a knight and all, he would let this one marriage occur, but, (gulping as he said this), we will very most likely be separated for at least a year and , umm, well Neal, Jonathan has decided to declare war against the DragonLands."

"WHAT!!!!" screamed Neal, "GODS BLESS, HE MAY AS WILL THROW ALL TORTALL INTO A FIREPIT!!!" Unnoticed by both men Keladry of Mindelan and the Yamani Islands, Female knight of Tortall, had slipped in. "Neal, I must say, I'm quite impressed, you do know something. But, let me assure you, something is NOT right with the King. You are correct about that, but next time you feel like badmouthing the king, I suggest you do it elsewhere. Daine is going to try and talk the king out of this madness."

"Kel!" Dom exclaimed running over to her and kissing her like he had just fallen in love, "When did you sneak in on meathead and I? And what do you know that we don't?" he asked, looking at the troubled look in her eye. "Well, Dom, I have some new, it could be bad, and it could be good. But before I tell you, I think Sir Nealan should depart us, considering –clears throat- it has to do with, um, 'personal' matters"

With a sideways glance from Dom, Neal said "Alright Alright, I'll leave. I can take a hint!" When he reached the door the newly bound night saw his former Knight Master, Alanna The Lioness, waiting by the door. "Well hello Queenscove! Since your just leaving, why don't you come with me, the King and I have a little something to show you." Not noticing the unmoving look in her eye, nor the strange tone of voice she used Nealan sighed and followed her. Not knowing where she lead could be the trail to his death.

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A/N. Well, this is my first fan fic. I hope that its ok. If you could r & r that'd be nice. Any suggestions that you all have for me would be HIGHLY HIGHLY appreciated!! Thanks Always!
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