Secret, a bloodlines series, richelle mead fanfic

Secret

The law has been written and it's now safe for Jill to come out of hiding and the queen throws a ball to celebrate. She invites the whole gang as well as a few alchemists, but luckily our favourite SYDRIAN couple still get time for one dance. (Using the song "Secret" by Heart) Set sometime after Indigo Spell

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Richelle Mead and the song "Secret" belongs to the band Heart.

The law had finally been passed and Jill was finally able to come out of hiding and see her family again. Me, not so much. The Queen had decided that, in order to celebrate the news, she was going to throw a ball, postponing my trip to see my mum, sisters and my cat Cicero, for a little while longer. I planned on visiting them for about month or so while Jill would be staying at court, though I would be returning to Palm Springs shortly afterward as Jill had decided she wanted to finish her schooling at Amberwood Prep and, of course, Adrian decided to stay and finish collage. This meant there had to be an Alchemist on location and as I had already been staying here they thought that there would be no one better than...me.

"Hurry up, Sydney!"

I turned to look back at Jill who was bouncing in excitement, eager to get her dress. We had our dresses made by Lia DiStefano, even though I still wasn't happy about the magazine article incident. I guess it doesn't matter now anyway.

I sighed and walked through the doors. I hope that she hadn't gone overboard on my dress like she had for the Halloween dance, although Adrian had liked that one...I shake my head dispelling those thoughts and the directions they were heading. I looked up to see Lia returning with two large dress bags although I don't remember even seeing her in the room before. Bad form on my part.

First Jill's dress was shown. It was a long ice blue number, decorated with hundreds of what appeared to be small diamonds gracing the sweet-heart neckline. On Jill I knew it would be gorgeous.

And then she opened the other bag and my mouth dropped.

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I was standing in the ballroom being stared at and feeling uncomfortable.

My layered golden-blond hair is curled slightly and rests just above my shoulders and my natural make-up, from what I could tell, were immaculate, so after a while I concluded that it was the ridiculous dress that was attracting all the attention, not some unusual mark or disfigurement.

The horrid thing clung to my figure, making it drastically stand out from all the slim, model-figures of the moroi. It was also gold. Out of all the colours in the world, why did she make it in gold? I guess when I told her no bright colours, it did not exclude gold. My father, who was also in attendance, had certainly had the same, if not worse, reaction to the colour. And my more curvy figure (due to Adrian's insistence I eat more).

Ian, however, seemed to be delighted. So much, in fact, that I sometimes caught Adrian glaring at his back from the other side of the room where her stood with Jill and the Queen, who seemed to look more alike each time I saw them together, whenever he lent closer to me.

My dad and the other alchemists were discussing some meeting that had taken place earlier that day while shooting looks of distain and disgust towards the moroi and damphir attending the event. I hoped I was masking the look of boredom that wanted to appear on my face as they discussed something to do with Russian rail-lines.

Suddenly they stopped talking and looked behind me. I started to panic but relaxed once I smelt the familiar after shave. And then I tensed all over again. He wasn't supposed to be here. What is they found out? What was he doing?

"Hello, my name's Adria-"

"We know your name Lord Ivashkov" replied one of the older alchemists, "What do you want?"

"Well you see I found that the whole "fostering good relationships" thing with moroi doesn't exactly seem like it's working with the lot of you over here, so I thought I would invite the pretty girl in gold to dance." He said and winked in my direction.

I pretended to scour at him when I really wanted to smile at him calling me pretty. Then, thanks to his reminder, I remembered what I was wearing. Maybe it wasn't too bad.

Most the alchemists gasped as if he had asked them to expose their necks to him at that very moment. I winced at their response but hoped they believed it was directed at Adrian's suggestion.

He held out his hand to me in grand gesture, "I promise I won't bite." Something in his smile said he'd like to the exact opposite of what he promised and, if I didn't already know him, I probably be petrified. Instead I found it hard not to laugh.

I pretended to prepare myself before nodding my head in farewell to my fellow humans and walking pass him in the direction of the dance floor.

Once we reached the dance floor I let go of the act, but not fully, and took his hand, involuntarily blushing delicacy as he pulled me in closer. The song "secret" by Heart then began and the world around me vanished as I became caught up on the words of the song and the man I loved before me.

We lead two different lives
Just like two lines that never cross
And here we are together
Standing closer than we are

He pulls me in closer, seemingly unaware of the eyes following us as we move across the dance floor.

But we're still standing here untouched
Too scared to make a move
We want so much to touch

He brushes his fingers down my face and arm before returning it to my waist and spinning me.

And we can't wait forever
We know it's dangerous
For us to be together

My thoughts go to Keith in Re-education for a moment but those thoughts are pushed out of head. Adrian will never let that happen to me.

How do we ever keep this secret
How do we keep it in the dark
And if we dare to taste our weakness
How could we tear ourselves apart
Why do we keep this love together
Didn't we know right from the start
That we would have to keep this secret
Or forever stay apart

I watch you coming to me
Walking in the pouring rain
I can't help looking at you
Wishing I could stay away

I think of the time when I tried to ignore what I felt before deciding that one moment with Adrian would be worth whatever the alchemists would do to me if they knew.

So many times I've tried in vain
To close my eyes and pray it goes away
But I can't stop myself from feeling
To let you go would be too much
For me to take

A tear rolls down my cheek imagining a world without him. It didn't seem possible anymore.

How do we ever keep this secret
How do we deep it in the dark
And if we dare to taste our weakness
How could we tear ourselves apart
Why do we keep this love together
Didn't we know right from the start
That we would have to keep this secret
Or forever stay apart

I can't help thinking
When I look into your eyes
How much I need you
It's so hard to hide

We break apart. I want so badly to kiss him, to re-ensure he is real, but I can't. Not here.

I fix my face into what my Adrian calls a "blank canvas" gently nod to him and turn around to join the alchemists once again.

The End.