This is my first attempt at any sort of fanfic, so please tell me if you think I should try something else of just give up because of pure awfulness. But please be kind of nice if you think I'm terrible. Anyway this is basically going to be about akkarin and sonea, akkarin is high lord but sonea is from the houses and isn't accepted into the guild, so it's gunna be AU.

I don't own anything… unfortunately.

Sonea POV

'Mother, leave me alone! Get out!'

'Now Sonea, do not shout. It is impolite and un-ladylike. You should have said, 'May I please have a few more moments alone?' Nothing else. You are a lady and you should act like one. Now we are going to be greeting some members of the Magicians' Guild today, so I want you dressed and out of your room in fifteen minutes. No longer. You will act properly and with any luck we might find you a husband.'

With that mother left my room. I can't believe her. I mean she walks straight into my room, at dawn, and expects me to be dressed and stuff. She's lucky I'm awake! I can't believe her, all she can think about is getting me married off to someone. I don't want to get married. I don't know how many time I've told her this but she refuses to listen, which is insulting in its self, but then she goes and invites some magicians here, WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME! Plus the fact that the guys are probably all in their seventies. I won't even be able to complain because I'll get the whole 'It's your duty to marry and produce an heir' speech from mother. Whatever. I don't want to marry and definitely not a magician, so I'll go and get dressed. Fortunately mother didn't say what to wear…

Akkarin POV

I ate having to go to the mothers of all the young ladies and tell them that I would not like to marry their daughters, who I've never met. They should all know by now that I'm not going to marry. But they don't seem to get the hints.

Generally I send a letter to avoid the annoyed mothers when I voice my refusal, but this time I actually have to go and tell the woman to her face. My mother has been harassing me about marriage and told me that if I jut met one of the girls I might like her. Considering the fact that she brought me up she really doesn't know me well. She should know that I will not get along with the girls whose names are on the marriage proposals because I don't like sitting there listening to people go on and on about which dresses look best and how to style your hair to make you look better. I really don't care. Such conversations could send me to sleep.

But I'm actually on the way to see this girl and her mother because our families are quite close and it is, according to mother, 'The least I could do. Make an effort.' I personally think making an effort is pointless when I'm rejecting someone, but if it will get me some peace I might as well.

I arranged to come here a couple of days ago. An hour after dawn, so I would be less likely to have to spend as much time at the house. If the dreaded woman tries to keep me there I can excuse myself saying I have a meeting to go to. Perfect.

I was let into the house about ten minutes ago by the doorman and have just been sat here since. Punctuality obviously isn't a trait from this family. Just as I'm considering whether of not to leave before the pending confrontation, the lady of the house walks in. Damn. Careful not to let my irritation show I stand up and look at her. She is stood in front of me now and is wearing a silk blue Vin made dress. It looks quite expensive and is annoyingly elaborate. It has an elaborately stitched bodice and a huge puffy skirt that consists of millions of ruffles. Awful. She smile at me and tells me how grateful she is I came all this way, five minutes in a carriage, to discuss whether or not I would marry her daughter, Sonea. I don't smile back I keep my face completely neutral and start to tell her that I would not like to marry her daughter, but she interrupts me and says that we should wait for Sonea before I say anything else. So we sit and make small talk while waiting.

After about another five minutes a young woman walks in. I assume she is a servant but as soon as the woman across from me stops talking I realize that this is in fact Sonea. She is very beautiful with long black curly hair that falls to about her waist and a face that is shaped to perfection with two huge dark brown almond shaped eyes and a lovely pair of big well proportioned lips. Her body is hidden under a baggy shirt and baggy trousers. Obviously not formal clothes. I look back at the lady beside me and almost burst out laughing at her expression. It is one of pure anger. I quickly school my expression and stand to greet Miss Sonea.

'Hello, Miss Sonea, a pleasure to meet you.'

She smiles slyly and replies, 'I am also pleased to meet you. Might I inquire as to your name, my lord?'

I feel like laughing again, those are the words I would expect from a lady in court not the obviously rebellious youth that is stood in front of me. However, I can also play that game, I respond politely, 'I am High Lord Akkarin of the Magicians' Guild. I must say that is an unusual outfit….'

At my mention of her clothing Sonea's mother explodes.

'WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY CONSIDER WEARING THAT TO GREET A VISITOR?'

Sonea decides to play innocent and replies calmly, ' But mother, I have done exactly as you asked. I got up and got dressed and have come down to meet your visitor. Did you not tell me I should do so?'

'Well yes but when I said 'Get dressed' it was implied that you would dress properly and make yourself presentable, you have done nothing with your hair! Do you know what you look like? You look like a servant! You insolent little girl! I'm so sorry you had to see this High Lord. She is not normally like this. Perhaps you would come back another day?'

This last part was said to me but before I could respond Sonea spoke, 'Mother you told me to get dressed and out of my room in fifteen minutes , with such a short amount of time this' she pointed to herself, 'was the best I could do. Perhaps next time you might consider telling me before hand when you are expecting guests, that way I could make myself look presentable.' This was all said sarcastically but then she continued with more anger, 'And just so you know, so you can correct yourself in the future you told me we were expecting magicians…. As in plural…. As in more than one. Unless the rest are hiding I can only see one magician.' Sonea then sighed dramatically and went on, 'But if you do hate what I'm wearing so much I do suppose I have only one option.'

It seemed like she was waiting for her mother to speak, but by the look on her mother's face it didn't seem possible at that moment. So I decided to play along, ' What option would that be Miss Sonea?'

She smiled at me again and said, 'Well my lord, if I do look so terrible I truly believe I will just have to dispose of these clothes now. But unfortunately I have nothing else to wear at the present moment. So my lord if I take my clothes off will you burn them for me.'

This was all said in such an innocent voice and I thought she was joking, until she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it off! I was extremely surprised and couldn't think of what to do. Fortunately her mother stopped her by saying that her clothes where quite alright for now. She then tried to salvage the situation by asking me if I wanted breakfast. I looked at the time and found that it was almost nine o'clock. I actually had to leave. I was surprised when I found myself actually wanting to stay and get to know this young woman. It was obvious the stunt was designed to put off any potential husband, which made me want to know her all the more. I made a quick decision and said,

'Unfortunately I have business that must be attended to.' Her mothers face fell, seeing a rejection but Sonea started to look truly happy. Until I continued, ' But I would be delighted to see Miss Sonea another time, so I could find out more about her. Maybe this coming freeday at midday, so the young Miss has time to dress as you wish her to.'

As I finished the women's facial expressions had switched Sonea looked like she wanted to kill me while her mother looked elated. I couldn't keep my cold demeanor so I walked forward and grabbed Sonea's hand, making her flinch and made it so her eyes showed nervousness, then I lent forward and kissed her hand gently. I heard her and her mother gasp. I straightened then smiled at Sonea and walked towards the door, I stopped halfway there and said, 'I take it freeday is agreeable with you both?' Then left when her mother smiled and nodded.

Surprisingly I liked miss Sonea very much, she had an interesting personality and I definitely looked forward to seeing her again.

Sonea POV

I couldn't believe it. He wanted to see me again. After all that I had done. I noticed my mother coming towards me she looked mad. And I mean really mad. But before she could start ranting at me I simply said, 'Well he's coming back.' And walked out feeling a hell of a lot more annoyed than I let on.

So that's the fisrt bit of my fanfic. Plz tell me if you like it. I'll try and continue if you want. Plz review even if you think it's rubbish I wanna know.