Nixiesocean: New story time! Kali is the girl from the end of A Servant's Fairy Tale. You need not read it first, since I have wonderfully put a summery of the story in this chapter, but anyways, you might want to. It's About Kali's mother and father, Lord Nolen and Lady Aisling.

Anyways, I give you, Moonlight's Draw.

Chapter 1: Moonlight's Draw

I sat on my bed, motionless. I stared out the window, my eyes taking in the darkness spotted by moonlight. Brendan slept in another room now. I sighed and lay back down on the bed. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a happy memory, one that included Dad. I found it, one buried deeply. It was Brendan and I's fifth birthday. We had a magnificent cake, half of it pink, the other a baby blue. My side had flowers and ribbons of sugar while Brendan's side had tops, and other assorted boy items.

I smiled. It had been a happy day, since I had slipped on the chair I was standing on and plowed face first into the cake. I had cried a lot. Those ribbons looked yummy, but I had ruined it! Mommy, I remembered her as, comforted me. She had the cook, who was slightly irritated with me, take away the cake and make a smaller one. I had been redressed. Daddy, as my younger mind projected, had laughed with Brendan. He had wiped the frosting from my face, laughing.

I liked Dad's laughing. Then, of course, the next memory was the one of new of our father's death. Why had he been out hunting? Why was the spear miss-guided… toward him? I cried again. I needed a father, one I didn't have. I don't have any friends, because I'm a daughter of a lady. Brendan has his girls he flirts with, but none want to hang out with me. I end up inside, staring out the window like now.

I crawled out of bed, my nightgown trailing barely behind me. I grabbed a night robe and crept out of my rooms. I slipped out into the night air without even waking the door guard. I sat longingly up at the moon, full and round. I, being the second oldest, was not required to marry soon, but I knew I would need to eventually. I had to marry for our benefit, as a family. How I envy Rose, still a young girl of twelve. She was beginning to realize the benefits of men. Alex, about a year younger than Rose, was still ignorant to the world of girls, aside from them being "cootied".

"If I may intrude," A deep voice said behind me. I jumped two feet in the air. "My lady."

I turned, afraid to see whose voice it was. For all I knew, it could be a drunk waiting to take advantage of me. It could be a guard ready to drag me kicking and screaming inside to my mother, who would surely take away my books. The face that I saw broke up my thoughts of who it might be.

A face, slightly older than myself, I'm sixteen, looked down. "Um," I bit my lip. Mother always said it was unbecoming. I doubted pouting was meant to be becoming, but then again, I had seen village girls who pouted and boys chased her like a prized deer.

"I'm truly sorry to have interrupted your thinking, my lady." He said quietly.

After I calmed down, I realized he must be a servant. By his garb and addressing me, he had to be a station or two below myself. "It's fine, I really shouldn't be out right now." I replied. My strawberry-blonde hair tumbled out of its' loose bun. I frantically tried to put it back. Jon's eyes danced with amusement.

"Oh," He said. "Do you come out at night often?"

"No, really, I do not. I was depressed, so I thought some fresh air might do me some good." I narrowed my eyes. Since when did a servant ask questions?

"Sound's like a plan, my lady." He spoke softly.

I yawned. It was nighttime. "Excuse me, sir, but do you happen to have a name?"

"Yes, my lady. The men of the village call me Jon, I'm a miller's son." Jon said quietly.

"Well, Jon Miller's son, it is nighttime. I must be off to bed." I replied, looking deeply into his near-black blue eyes. In the darkness, I saw the moonlight reflect off his white-blond hair.

He bowed. "It was a pleasure, Lady…?" He gestured for my name. Our eyes locked, his deep blue with my jade-green eyes. My eyes flicked away.

"Berea." I said quietly. "My name is Berea."

"Well, Lady Berea, it was my pleasure." He held out his hand, to shake it. I took it, breaking my full lips into a smile.

"No, Jon, it was mine. I'm glad someone will talk to me for once." I gently put a hand on his. I hadn't realized the intimate contact till he flinched. I took one look at the endless depths of his eyes and fled.

-Two Days Later-

I sat enjoying the soothing sunlight. I looked across the open field. We sat on a bench facing the foothills. The tree line ended a few hundred yards away, providing a pretty spot one could observe the beautiful azure sky and still be shaded. Our lands, Four Fields, were a collection of, wow, four large fields. Servants and laborers who farmed and paid us rent tilled three of them. They left this one to nature, just as Father had declared. No one dared to petition my mother to have it tilled and farmed.

Something had kept reminding me of Jon; maybe it was just the sky. He had been nice and all, but below me. I couldn't marry a servant; things would just get too complicated.

"Kal," Brendan said, tapping my hand. "What's on your mind?"

"Bren," I teased. If he shortened my name, I'd shorten his too. "Nothing, my dear twin."

"Nothing is incorrect, my dear twin, there's something, and I want to know what it is. Since when have we kept secrets from each other?" He asked, his eyes locking onto mine. Since two nights ago, I thought silently. "What happened two nights ago?" He asked, perfectly reading my mind. I had forgotten that particular aspect. "You were frantic, it woke me. Now, what's wrong?" His eyes leveled with mine, his chocolate-brown hair flipping into his eyes. He looked so much like Father; it nearly made me cry.

"Nothing is wrong, Brendan. I have told you, now, leave me alone!" I said, tugging my hand from his grasp. I unintentionally brought up a thought of Jon. I had to learn how to guard my mind like Brendan.

"Jon?" He asked. "A Miller's son?" His eyes betrayed what I knew. Those hazel eyes, they made me wary of him sometimes.

"Kali, Brendan, inside now!" Our mother called. Mother rarely used maids to give us messages. We never knew why. I glared at my brother and hurried off to respond to my mother's call. We sat down, in her rooms. Someplace we rarely entered. We sat in age order, a reflex, Brendan, me, Rose, Alex. Brendan, with his more planar face, wasn't at all nervous. I couldn't help but worry. My mother rarely drew us to talk like this. This couldn't be good.

My mother paced. "I had to tell you sometime, but, um," She bit her lip and she walked back and forth. "The royal family has died." We were all shocked. There were far too many, two brothers, two wives, a mother and a father. "They were killed as they were visiting a neighboring country, killed by bandits."

My eyes grew wide in alarm. I recalled a memory, one long dimmed. Brendan gently set a hand on my thigh. Shh. I heard his voice echo inside my mind. "Mother?" Alex asked nervously. "What does this mean? We would have heard anyways."

"Alex, dear, you all are royal." She said. I knew, in some sense of the word. My mind recalled that memory, of Father and Mother talking about it. "I am, by marriage to your father."

"So? Are not there closer cousins to the throne? How close are we anyways?" Rose asked. Brendan already knew my thoughts. He didn't say anything, except to look me right in the eyes.

"Rose, love, we are those cousins, though not really cousins. Princess Ella was my handmaiden, before she stole the prince's heart. Though, that's not really the point. The point is that your father was Princess Ella's brother-in-law."

Brendan's mind calculated, so I immediately knew. My uncles, my aunts, my grandparents. "So, we are the next part of the family? Father was a brother of the royal family?"

"Yes," A tear leaked out of our mother's eyes. "Nolen was a prince, back before he ran away, met me, married, fell in love, and we had you."

I was startled. "Wait, so, you were married before you fell in love? Is not that kind of backwards?"

She sighed. "I should've told you, but I'm noble by death right. The lord I served, as a scullery maid, was Lord Calné." I listened intently. Brendan and I's minds worked quickly, giving and taking information to stitch the puzzle together. "When he died, he left the land of Four Fields to Nolen and I." She breathed deeply, gaining composure. "We had to be married to become nobles and hold the land. At the time, I'll admit, I pretty much hated Nolen's guts." She did speak improper English. She contracted. We didn't. "We fell in love, a long and complicated story in and of itself, and you all were born. We debated about taking you to the palace to meet your cousins. Then, Nolen died in a hunting accident." She had major guts, to spill her story like this. I nodded.

We sat there, taking this all in. Our mother sat, exhausted. "So, does this mean we'll be crowned?" Rose asked. She was so shaken up that she didn't speak proper English, I noted. Her hazel eyes danced around the room, never focusing on one thing. She and Alex were mixed, Alex with Mother's strawberry hair and Father's hazel eyes, Rose with Mother's jade eyes and Father's hair, dark brown.

They looked more like twins than Brendan and I. We were fraternal twins, not identical. Father's more planar face was softened by the younger two. Brendan, however, bore and exact resemblance to Father and I was identical to my mother.

"No, silly," Alex said, trying to act like his older brother. "Mother will. We're all too young."

"Actually," She said nervously. "I'm not royal, I can't be crowned. With Nolen," Her throat tightened. "With Nolen gone, I have no reason to ascend the throne."

My eyes grew wider. Brendan responded for me. "So, it'll be," He stopped short.

"Brendan." I whispered, not believing my ears, or my mind.

Nixiesocean: I edited and revamped this chapter. Thank you Hermia for your suggestion! Review!