NOTE: of course, as you know, I don't own any of these characters. They all
belong to the genius, Tamora Pierce. (^^
Intro
Raoul walked into a tent at the far end of the camp. There were 3 soldiers with minor injuries waiting on cots, while a healer was tending to a rather nasty wound on Buri's arm. The Commander of the Queen's Riders raised an eye brow as Raoul walked over with a puzzled look on his face.
"I don't think I remember seeing you get hurt." He said with concern, as he sat down on an empty stool in front of her.
"Oh, it's nothing. The arrow only--" she bit down on her lip as the healer cleansed it. "—grazed my arm." She finished.
Raoul raised an eye brow and tried to contain a grin that was about to spread across his face. It was just like Buri to say things were nothing when they obviously weren't. "Grazed wouldn't be the word I would use, young lady."
Buri snorted. "So, what brought you here? Did you get hurt?" The healer looked up at Raoul and quickly scanned his body for any signs of injuries, finding none, she told Buri as much. Quickly wrapping Buri's arm in bandages, she headed towards one of the waiting soldiers.
Raoul sighed. "Ah...the reason for my being here. I actually came to see if I could bribe my men here," he said, raising his voice so the three soldiers could hear, "to see if they wouldn't mind staying at this camp a little longer." The soldiers looked up startled. They had defeated the raiders two days ago, and every single one of them were hoping to ride back to the palace as soon as possible. They had been out – in the middle of nowhere – to most for the past 3 weeks fighting off raiders. They were all eager for hot bathes and steaming food.
A man with broad-shoulders, walked in to the tent grinning. "Don't mind our Commander guys. We're ordered back to the palace by the king." The 3 soldiers looked relieved, but then looked up again puzzled at why their Commander might want to keep them at the camp any longer. The man answered their stares. "We are to attend a—social gathering." The term 'party' was hardly ever used in front of Raoul.
Raoul glared at the new comer. "Not funny at all Dom." Buri laughed, despite of the fact that she too, might have to attend this social gathering. The man – Dom smiled.
"But Commander Buri, you too, are asked to attend this party."
Buri's laughter died. "Did the king order that specifically?" she asked, hoping to find a way out of this social gathering.
Dom nodded. "The king and queen know you two well. He specifically wrote that 'Commander Buri' and 'Lord Raoul' will have to attend this gathering as well."
The soldiers – including Dom – tried to suppress their laughter at the sight of the two Commanders pouting like children. Both were famous for their lack of interest in social gatherings and were even more famous for making up far-fetched excuses to get out of them.
"Well, you're going to have to tell them that I can't make it to the party. I'm injured." Buri said. Raoul's eyes shot up to glare at the K'mir.
"But that's not fair!" he cried.
"Oh, but your arm will heal by tomorrow. It'll be as good as new." The healer commented. Dom chuckled as Buri scowled at the healer.
Raoul grumbled. "Well...an order is an order. I'll just have to make sure that our king regrets this order." Buri grinned and looked up at Raoul. None of the soldiers saw it, but there was definitely a spark of mischief in their eyes.
Intro
Raoul walked into a tent at the far end of the camp. There were 3 soldiers with minor injuries waiting on cots, while a healer was tending to a rather nasty wound on Buri's arm. The Commander of the Queen's Riders raised an eye brow as Raoul walked over with a puzzled look on his face.
"I don't think I remember seeing you get hurt." He said with concern, as he sat down on an empty stool in front of her.
"Oh, it's nothing. The arrow only--" she bit down on her lip as the healer cleansed it. "—grazed my arm." She finished.
Raoul raised an eye brow and tried to contain a grin that was about to spread across his face. It was just like Buri to say things were nothing when they obviously weren't. "Grazed wouldn't be the word I would use, young lady."
Buri snorted. "So, what brought you here? Did you get hurt?" The healer looked up at Raoul and quickly scanned his body for any signs of injuries, finding none, she told Buri as much. Quickly wrapping Buri's arm in bandages, she headed towards one of the waiting soldiers.
Raoul sighed. "Ah...the reason for my being here. I actually came to see if I could bribe my men here," he said, raising his voice so the three soldiers could hear, "to see if they wouldn't mind staying at this camp a little longer." The soldiers looked up startled. They had defeated the raiders two days ago, and every single one of them were hoping to ride back to the palace as soon as possible. They had been out – in the middle of nowhere – to most for the past 3 weeks fighting off raiders. They were all eager for hot bathes and steaming food.
A man with broad-shoulders, walked in to the tent grinning. "Don't mind our Commander guys. We're ordered back to the palace by the king." The 3 soldiers looked relieved, but then looked up again puzzled at why their Commander might want to keep them at the camp any longer. The man answered their stares. "We are to attend a—social gathering." The term 'party' was hardly ever used in front of Raoul.
Raoul glared at the new comer. "Not funny at all Dom." Buri laughed, despite of the fact that she too, might have to attend this social gathering. The man – Dom smiled.
"But Commander Buri, you too, are asked to attend this party."
Buri's laughter died. "Did the king order that specifically?" she asked, hoping to find a way out of this social gathering.
Dom nodded. "The king and queen know you two well. He specifically wrote that 'Commander Buri' and 'Lord Raoul' will have to attend this gathering as well."
The soldiers – including Dom – tried to suppress their laughter at the sight of the two Commanders pouting like children. Both were famous for their lack of interest in social gatherings and were even more famous for making up far-fetched excuses to get out of them.
"Well, you're going to have to tell them that I can't make it to the party. I'm injured." Buri said. Raoul's eyes shot up to glare at the K'mir.
"But that's not fair!" he cried.
"Oh, but your arm will heal by tomorrow. It'll be as good as new." The healer commented. Dom chuckled as Buri scowled at the healer.
Raoul grumbled. "Well...an order is an order. I'll just have to make sure that our king regrets this order." Buri grinned and looked up at Raoul. None of the soldiers saw it, but there was definitely a spark of mischief in their eyes.