The betrothal
By Celtic wind
Summary: On the day of Garret and Deirdre's betrothal ball things are not quite what they seem.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the realm of the Mystic Knights, wish I did but that's life.
Author's note: Thi9s may be historically unreasonable but this came to me in a strange dream last night. Hope you like it.
Chapter 1
Deirdre tried to breathe but she was so annoyed. Why did she really have to do this? It was just some dumb Ball. She hated wearing gowns and such trappings.
"Come now highness, you'll displace your coronet." The hand maiden chastised the princess.
"I hate this." The 20 year old muttered.
"Perhaps, but yee look quite fetching and that betrothed of yers is gonna think so to."
"What do I care, I do not want to marry Garrett."
"Aye, yet yee are a princess and tis that not what they do?"
"Whatever just leave me a moment." Deirdre said curtly and clucking her tongue the older woman scuttled from the room.
Alone, Deirdre madder her way to the window.
Heavens, things had become so complicated since her father had died. She'd had to face the coronation and now a betrothal ball.
Gazing up at the stars the princess let her mind drift back to the good old days, back to when she'd been one of the mystic knights, when she'd fought along side her friends. Heavens she missed them all, Angus and his greed, Ivar with his tarnished honor, and Rohan with his spirit and bravery… She didn't realize she was crying as she felt the tears welling up. She missed Rohan most of all. He was so good, despite the truth of his parentage… She wished he could have challenged for her hand but she'd known he'd not loved her as she had him. He was always thinking o what was right, forget what he or anyone else wanted, or even needed.
Resting her elbows on the sill, oblivious to the dust on the stone, Deirdre tied to acclimate herself to the coming formalities. She liked Garrett but not in that fashion, she knew she should as it was her father's choice but she just couldn't see herself with him, he was just not the one…
A hint of the old Deirdre shown through when she had the urge to just tie her linens together and escape into the night. Yet, where would that leave her or the people of Kells who depended on her? No, she could no longer do such things… She was no longer a child.
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"Is everything ready?" The prince asked and his man nodded. Garrett asked his steward.
"All is set Highness." The shorter man nodded his red head.
"Well done." Garrett nodded to his man. He'd been planning this night for a year now, ever since the coronation and now the time for the true betrothal was at hand. "The princess?" Garrett asked had the woman he'd sent to see to Deirdre entered the study.
"Disheartened." Brena answered quietly.
"That can not be helped for now." Garrett said feeling only slightly guilty for this deception but it had to be. After all what kind of a surprise gave itself away? "Have those I have sent for arrived?"
"Aye." Another servant replied from just to the right of the chamber door.
"Very good." The prince headed to the large desk. "The guests?"
"Are in the ball room." The Stuart replied.
"And the King?"
"The king is ready." Garrett's Stuart confirmed.
"Alright send him in."
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The richly dressed figure stood in the anti chamber looking out the window into the night. He could see the silhouette FO her majesty and wondered what she was thinking up there in her tower room. It was odd, he mused that she'd chose to dwell in such a place but then many in this world had their eccentricities. Didn't he? Was that not why Deirdre knew not of his arrival?
It was not that he was not looking forward to this but he had heard of the rough time the queen had had since Connoher's death. He just wanted to see the surprise on her lovely face when he was introduced. A little smile played across the handsome face and as he was summoned he kept it in place.
TBC
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