Disclaimer: I can honestly say that I own both characters. It's a refreshing change.
A/N: My first oneshot. How special I feel. Anyway... tell me what you think and I'll.... well I don't really know what I'd do. I have to get a review first.
Liara stared out the window at the training yard. She stood in the middle of the hallway, clutching her schoolbooks, garbed in the heavy silks of her station. Her long, golden hair bound up on the top of her head with gold and silver-jeweled combs. Her face painted lightly with rouge and lip paint, her surprisingly intense blue eyes lined with a tasteful amount of kohl. Liara looked every inch the princess she was raised to be.
As her eyes stared, her mind dreamed.
Dressed in a chain mail shirt and leather leggings, she swung her gleaming sword. Metal shrieked as it met metal. A scream of terror rang out from behind her. "Step aside, you foolish child!" Her foe, a hulking creature with a face wreathed in darkness, bellowed.
"Never shall I step aside to let you kill innocent people!" She yelled back, her voice crystal clear over the din of battle.
Her sword flashed out once more to bury itself in the thug's heart. Cheers erupted from the surrounding warriors as they fought on with new fervor.
"My lady! Your mother has been waiting nearly twenty minutes!" A green and white garbed maid shrilled at the otherwise occupied princess. "A lady's most most important virtue is punctuality! Begging your pardon, your highness." The woman's dissolved into silence as Liara directed an extremely dignified and blistering glare that Liara's mother, the queen, would be quite proud of.
"Yes, I'm coming." Think back on her daydream, Liara heave a sigh. Lovely, Liara, You should write fiction.
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Hala leaned against the practice yard fence, gazing at the palace perched upon its emerald green hill with its gardens. The gardens were one of her favorite things about the palace. They were filled with flowers with petals the colors of the jewels that graced the crows of the royals and the robes and the jewelry of the nobles. How Hala longed to wear those gowns and necklaces and rings. Oh the rings. One ring, in particular. How Hala longed for the ring given in marriage by one Lord Tevarin of Loch Maris, the younger.
Hala had watched him come down to the yard to spar with some of Hala's fellow guardsmen. That's what she was. A guardswoman, to be specific. There was no way that a handsome nobleman like Lord Tevarin would notice her.
Never mind the fact that most of the males among the guards would very happily take Hala to bed. They considered her pretty enough. After all, she was young, with thick, curly, chestnut hair and green eyes that appeared faceted. Her body was strong from years as a warrior. It was almost too bad that she was common born.
"You are so beautiful, Lady Hala!" "Where do you get your gown, Lady Hala?" "And that necklace! It is positively divine!"
She was surrounded by all the most popular and wealthy young noblemen and women at the court. They loved her. Everyone thought she was beautiful.
"May I have this dance, Lady Hala?" It was it was Lord Tevarin. He stood there, his black hair-
"Hala! Enough dreaming! Get back to work!" That was her captain, always a slave she should remind him one day that slavery was something that had ended about four hundred years ago in Galadir. You should write fiction, Hala, you'd have a great career. Your daydreams are good enough.
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A/N: So..... you think what, now?
To anyone who read this and has also read my other stories, I'm sorry I haven't updated. I've been really, really busy and I had absolutely no idea what to write. Sorry