Alanna sighed. The six years behind the ugly grey walls of the convent were
torture. Well almost all of the six years. she thought, remembering the
escapes she had made. Though she completed her years, people would have
thought she had gotten to like the convent. They were wrong. She still
cursed the place, (far from any Mistress s' ears). She would have to attend
court soon and find a husband. That she knew and was also what she dreaded.
Why? she wailed silently Why did her brother disagree to changing places?
She was sitting gloomily on her bed when Jaclyn -a disgustingly cheerful Jaclyn - came bouncing in. Jaclyn was once like Alanna, she too hated the convent and showed it by making things difficult for the Mistresses, but she had changed the last year
"Alanna, we're leaving for the palace!" she squealed excitedly.
"And what may I know, is so good about that?" Alanna asked coldly.
"I thought you hated to live behind this so called 'cursed ugly place'." said Jaclyn quizzically.
"I didn't get out of one place just to be trapped in another!" she snapped.
"I give up! Get dressed, and I mean dressed!"
Alanna looked away and Jaclyn stormed out. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ .~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Thom was excited. Though now a squire to none other than Prince Jonathan of Conté, he was to meet his sister whom he hadn't met in six years. I wonder if she's changed? Thom thought. Though I highly doubt that. he grinned.
"What are you grinning about squire?" Prince Jonathan asked him, jerking him back to reality.
"My sister's coming overlord. I was wondering whether she survived the convent." he grinned.
"I've never heard of any lady hating the convent. I've heard plenty of compliments though." the Prince frowned thoughtfully.
"You won't get a single one out of my sister." .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ .~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Alanna clambered into the carriage which she shared with Jaclyn. The two scowled at each other before Alanna returned to gazing out of the window and Jaclyn to her book. It wasn't long before their carriage reached the palace gates.
"Alanna." said a familiar voice called her just as she stood out of the carriage.
She glanced at the speaker. In an instant, she recognized her brother. Without caring for anyone, she ran towards him and hugged him tightly.
"It's been quite a time my sister." he whispered in her ear.
Thom looked at her from head to toe. She was a violet dress, the same of their eyes, her hair was stuck up in pins which she obviously hated. The makeup was light but she still looked radiant. The sparkle in her eye was the only part that made her look happy, he could see great sadness in her deep dark pupils.
"You look beautiful."
Alanna's blush was quickly replaced by sarcasm, "Did you learn that from somewhere?"
"Alanna, come here immediately!" Jaclyn yelled.
"I'll see you later." she whispered and hurried off. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ .~.~.~.~.~.~.~
The night came swiftly. Alanna was dressed in a lovely lavender dress with tiny amethyst at the seams. The sleeves were wide at the elbow, while the edge of the dress hover less than the length of an ant of the ground. An extremely uncomfortable Alanna fidgeted. Jaclyn saw how nervous she was and she forgot about their fight. Silently, she draped her arm around Alanna's shoulders reassuringly. Alanna was grateful for it. It wasn't before long the guard announced their names.
"Lady Jaclyn of Goldenlake and Lady Alanna of Trebond!"
As soon as Alanna entered the ballroom, all eyes were on her. It wasn't just her beauty that was noticed, it was the way she walked, how she carried herself with confidence, or few like the King, Queen, Prince, Dukes and Thom saw, violet colored fire glowed from her.
"Your Majesties." they curtsied in unison.
Alanna didn't dare to look up.
They rose and walked away.
"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" Jaclyn whispered. Alanna grinned shakily.
She left Jaclyn as a person wanted to dance with her to find Thom. He was standing behind the Prince. So she had no trouble finding him. She sneaked behind him and tapped his shoulder, scaring him half to death.
"Mithros! Alanna, did you really have to do that?" he scowled heavily at his evily grinning sister.
She was sitting gloomily on her bed when Jaclyn -a disgustingly cheerful Jaclyn - came bouncing in. Jaclyn was once like Alanna, she too hated the convent and showed it by making things difficult for the Mistresses, but she had changed the last year
"Alanna, we're leaving for the palace!" she squealed excitedly.
"And what may I know, is so good about that?" Alanna asked coldly.
"I thought you hated to live behind this so called 'cursed ugly place'." said Jaclyn quizzically.
"I didn't get out of one place just to be trapped in another!" she snapped.
"I give up! Get dressed, and I mean dressed!"
Alanna looked away and Jaclyn stormed out. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ .~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Thom was excited. Though now a squire to none other than Prince Jonathan of Conté, he was to meet his sister whom he hadn't met in six years. I wonder if she's changed? Thom thought. Though I highly doubt that. he grinned.
"What are you grinning about squire?" Prince Jonathan asked him, jerking him back to reality.
"My sister's coming overlord. I was wondering whether she survived the convent." he grinned.
"I've never heard of any lady hating the convent. I've heard plenty of compliments though." the Prince frowned thoughtfully.
"You won't get a single one out of my sister." .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ .~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Alanna clambered into the carriage which she shared with Jaclyn. The two scowled at each other before Alanna returned to gazing out of the window and Jaclyn to her book. It wasn't long before their carriage reached the palace gates.
"Alanna." said a familiar voice called her just as she stood out of the carriage.
She glanced at the speaker. In an instant, she recognized her brother. Without caring for anyone, she ran towards him and hugged him tightly.
"It's been quite a time my sister." he whispered in her ear.
Thom looked at her from head to toe. She was a violet dress, the same of their eyes, her hair was stuck up in pins which she obviously hated. The makeup was light but she still looked radiant. The sparkle in her eye was the only part that made her look happy, he could see great sadness in her deep dark pupils.
"You look beautiful."
Alanna's blush was quickly replaced by sarcasm, "Did you learn that from somewhere?"
"Alanna, come here immediately!" Jaclyn yelled.
"I'll see you later." she whispered and hurried off. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ .~.~.~.~.~.~.~
The night came swiftly. Alanna was dressed in a lovely lavender dress with tiny amethyst at the seams. The sleeves were wide at the elbow, while the edge of the dress hover less than the length of an ant of the ground. An extremely uncomfortable Alanna fidgeted. Jaclyn saw how nervous she was and she forgot about their fight. Silently, she draped her arm around Alanna's shoulders reassuringly. Alanna was grateful for it. It wasn't before long the guard announced their names.
"Lady Jaclyn of Goldenlake and Lady Alanna of Trebond!"
As soon as Alanna entered the ballroom, all eyes were on her. It wasn't just her beauty that was noticed, it was the way she walked, how she carried herself with confidence, or few like the King, Queen, Prince, Dukes and Thom saw, violet colored fire glowed from her.
"Your Majesties." they curtsied in unison.
Alanna didn't dare to look up.
They rose and walked away.
"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" Jaclyn whispered. Alanna grinned shakily.
She left Jaclyn as a person wanted to dance with her to find Thom. He was standing behind the Prince. So she had no trouble finding him. She sneaked behind him and tapped his shoulder, scaring him half to death.
"Mithros! Alanna, did you really have to do that?" he scowled heavily at his evily grinning sister.