A/N: Prologue #2 has won! So. Now I have two chapters. I'm very happy
with myself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kel or Wyldon or anything or anyone in the original books.
Ships: Kel/Wyldon or Neal/Wyldon. If I choose Neal/Wyldon, then there will also be Kel/Zahir.
Summary: Uh, basically, Kel is going to exact her revenge on the king and Lord Wyldon. And maybe Joren and his friends as well. It depends on what kind of mood I'm in when I write each chapter, because I'm probably not going to go back and change anything, ever.
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Kel spoke softly, dangerously. "There will come a day when you regret this, my lord. Most likely later rather than sooner, but the day will come."
Turning on her heel, she stalked out, leaving a shocked Lord Wyldon sitting at his desk.
There will come a day. no, she was wrong. She was trouble, nothing but trouble. She would have made a good knight, had she been a boy, but as it was, she could not be. It defied tradition, and tradition must prevail. Tradition held things together when change tore them apart.
.when you regret this. He would not regret this, he thought. It was right to dismiss her; she was always getting in fights, breaking rules, and- defying tradition. It could not be. He would not allow it to be.
Sighing, he turned to the window and stared outside. The gray day seemed to mock him, as did the papers stacked on his desk. The room seemed to echo with her words.
He stood and went to the practice courts.
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You already reviewed, so read. The next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kel or Wyldon or anything or anyone in the original books.
Ships: Kel/Wyldon or Neal/Wyldon. If I choose Neal/Wyldon, then there will also be Kel/Zahir.
Summary: Uh, basically, Kel is going to exact her revenge on the king and Lord Wyldon. And maybe Joren and his friends as well. It depends on what kind of mood I'm in when I write each chapter, because I'm probably not going to go back and change anything, ever.
~*~*~*~*~
Kel spoke softly, dangerously. "There will come a day when you regret this, my lord. Most likely later rather than sooner, but the day will come."
Turning on her heel, she stalked out, leaving a shocked Lord Wyldon sitting at his desk.
There will come a day. no, she was wrong. She was trouble, nothing but trouble. She would have made a good knight, had she been a boy, but as it was, she could not be. It defied tradition, and tradition must prevail. Tradition held things together when change tore them apart.
.when you regret this. He would not regret this, he thought. It was right to dismiss her; she was always getting in fights, breaking rules, and- defying tradition. It could not be. He would not allow it to be.
Sighing, he turned to the window and stared outside. The gray day seemed to mock him, as did the papers stacked on his desk. The room seemed to echo with her words.
He stood and went to the practice courts.
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You already reviewed, so read. The next chapter.