Hey everyone! I asked for opinions on whether or not I should write a
sequel to 'The Chosen Prince'
(http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=624494 ) and I had several
people tell me yes so here goes! This story takes place immediately after
the end of 'The Chosen Prince' so if you haven't read that, you'll be lost!
Thanks to all who reviewed! (and to the ones who wanted Kris to be with
Neal, don't worry, I have something planned for our buddy Neal!)
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"What?!" Neal demanded, staring at the girl before him. "Did you just say 'Briar Moss'?"
"Yes…" Krisanna fa Toren whispered feeling faint.
"You chose me?" Briar whispered staring at her too.
"Yes…" she whispered again.
"Why?" Neal demanded, furious.
"Skylar needs a mother and I guess I've always loved Briar. I would have never left him had it not been for my Father." She confessed, turning to look at Briar.
"No! You won't have her!" Neal screamed, leaving the courtyard.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Someone should talk to him." Kel urged Kris to go find Neal after the bell for bed rung. "He deserved a better reason from you for turning him down. Especially when the only reason you and Briar ran into each other was because you and Neal were eloping."
"You're right. It's just that I…" Kris sighed. "I'm afraid he'll be to hurt and angry to hear me out."
"You owe him, Kris." Kel repeated.
"I know. I'll go find him." She answered. "Have a good 'wedding night' with Roald. I'm sorry I ruined yours."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Neal?" Kris said, knocking on Nealan's door.
"What?" He asked, his voice muffled because of the door between them.
"May I come in? I've a few things to talk to you about."
"Sure." He finally answered, opening the door. "Talk."
"I wanted to say I'm sorry for picking Briar over you. I'm sorry I broke your heart. Its just I'm not the right person for you. You know that."
"Aye. I suppose I do. It's just…you were the first person to have ever loved me back…I had no right to be angry. I was wrong. Just let me ask one question…"
"What?" She asked, sitting down on his bed.
"Is there anyone out there like you?"
"Like me?" she asked with a laugh. "No. I sure hope not. The world would be chaos if there were."
"I suppose you're right again. Tell me of Sandry." He requested with a look of lust in his eyes.
"Sandry?"
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"What?!" Neal demanded, staring at the girl before him. "Did you just say 'Briar Moss'?"
"Yes…" Krisanna fa Toren whispered feeling faint.
"You chose me?" Briar whispered staring at her too.
"Yes…" she whispered again.
"Why?" Neal demanded, furious.
"Skylar needs a mother and I guess I've always loved Briar. I would have never left him had it not been for my Father." She confessed, turning to look at Briar.
"No! You won't have her!" Neal screamed, leaving the courtyard.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Someone should talk to him." Kel urged Kris to go find Neal after the bell for bed rung. "He deserved a better reason from you for turning him down. Especially when the only reason you and Briar ran into each other was because you and Neal were eloping."
"You're right. It's just that I…" Kris sighed. "I'm afraid he'll be to hurt and angry to hear me out."
"You owe him, Kris." Kel repeated.
"I know. I'll go find him." She answered. "Have a good 'wedding night' with Roald. I'm sorry I ruined yours."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Neal?" Kris said, knocking on Nealan's door.
"What?" He asked, his voice muffled because of the door between them.
"May I come in? I've a few things to talk to you about."
"Sure." He finally answered, opening the door. "Talk."
"I wanted to say I'm sorry for picking Briar over you. I'm sorry I broke your heart. Its just I'm not the right person for you. You know that."
"Aye. I suppose I do. It's just…you were the first person to have ever loved me back…I had no right to be angry. I was wrong. Just let me ask one question…"
"What?" She asked, sitting down on his bed.
"Is there anyone out there like you?"
"Like me?" she asked with a laugh. "No. I sure hope not. The world would be chaos if there were."
"I suppose you're right again. Tell me of Sandry." He requested with a look of lust in his eyes.
"Sandry?"