Misery Loves Company, especially yours
Chapter One:
Kel sank down onto the bench and began to dig into her food with a sigh. Her friends were talking around her, but she ignored them, concentrating only on eating.
"Kel!"
"What, Meathead?" She asked her best friend irritably. He didn't need to shout!
"We have been trying to get your attention for the past minute!" He informed her, annoyed.
"Do you have something to say, or are you going to sit there and complain all day, Nealan?" She raised a brow.
"Probably sit and complain all day." A wry voice said. Kel looked up at the person standing across from her, and smiled as her eyes met cerulean blue ones.
"Dom." She greeted with a smile. He smiled in return before sitting down to join them.
"What're you doing here?" Neal asked, looking at his cousin with a strange expression.
"My lord gave me the day off, and I figured I'd come see what the Protector of the Small and my favorite cousin Meathead were up to." He explained while stuffing food in his mouth.
"Why does everyone insist on calling me that bloody name?" she and Neal asked at the same time. They looked over at each other and smiled before turning back to the sergeant.
"Because it suits you, Protector, Meathead." Dom answered between bites.
They both threw up their hands in defeat before returning to their food, making everyone else at the table laugh.
"Anyway, Kel, what I was going to ask before I was so rudely interrupted," here he paused to shoot a glare at his cousin, to which Dom just smiled innocently. "Would you like to practice after lunch with Merric, Owen and myself?" He turned once more to his cousin. "I suppose you could come, Domitian, if you like. You most likely could use the practice." He sniffed.
Kel's glum mood quickly returned. "No, I cant. I have to go to Lalasa's for a dress fitting."
They all leaned in. "But the next ball isn't for three months!" Neal told her indignantly.
"Yes, I know. My aunt is having one at her town house however, and I'm being forced to come. They expect me to bring a date, too. Like that's going to happen." She snorted before returning to her food.
They all shook their heads sympathetically.
One by one, the other knights left, leaving only Dom and Kel.
"Do you want some company?" Dom asked her after several moments.
Her head slowly came up to look at him. "What?" A confused frown creased her forehead.
He reached out a hand and gently smoothed it away, smiling. "I mean would you like me to accompany you to the ball? You said you needed a date. Besides, you know what they say: misery loves company."
She grinned at him. "I'd love it if you came with me."
"You'd love it, huh?" He raised an eyebrow.
Kel blushed a deep crimson, and Dom chuckled. "Don't worry, I know what you meant."
She smiled, but the blush still lingered on her cheeks.
"So, when is it?" The blue-eyed sergeant asked, changing the subject, as she returned to her food.
"Tomorrow night." She flinched at the thought.
He nodded and stood up. Her eyes followed him until he was out the door.
Slowly she stood up, thinking about the conversation that had just occurred. With a huge grin, she walked out the door, heading for the city.
I know, dorky, but i needed a k/d