AN: I took liberties with time on this story:
Gary and Cythera were married before Coronation Day and Cythera is pregnant then.
Liam and Alanna are together for around 6 months before Coronation Day.
Disclamer: I own nothing...Tamora Pierce owns all!
I was stuck. Parentless. Sightless. With only two wrist knives and a boot knife for protection. Just an average Lower City gixie in an above average situation. Or at least I thought I was average.
My day started just like any other. I woke up in my room at the Dancing Dove and headed down for "work." Once I stopped by Pansy, one of the inn's barmaids and resident cook, for some breakfast, I was out the door and ran straight into a crowd. Easy day for pick pocketing, I thought to myself. It was then that the reason for the whole city being in the streets became clear.
"Make way for King Jonathon IV and Thayet, his queen," could be heard throughout the city. As their majesties began to pass, I bowed my head in respect. As they passed and I lifted my head, a glint off a roof caught my eye. An archer! And his arrow was aimed at the king!
Without a second thought, I climbed the wall behind me and jumped over the crowd slamming straight into my target, the King. The Queen, luckily seeing me jump and where I was looking, noticed the archer and slid off her horse quickly. As I landed long ways across his horse, Darkness, holding tightly to his Majesty's hands, the arrow aimed for the King's heart landed firmly into the side of my left calf. Biting my lip to hold back a cry of pain, I removed the arrow and wrapped my ever useful head scarf around the wound, allowing my fiery red hair to drape to my shoulders in waving curls.
I jumped from the horse and into the fight, releasing my wrist knives in the same movement. All around me, the men of the King's Own and the Champion herself had begun to fight off the oncoming cloaked figures. The King and Queen even brandished weapons against some foes.
The battle was short lived. I myself only sported bruises and scrapes other than the arrow wound. As the clean up began, I stumbled over to the nearby fountain. With the fountain merely two feet away, my leg gave out and I tumbled towards the uneven flagstones below. Before I hit the muck covered street, strong arms snaked tightly around my waist.
"Hold on there, little missy." My captor's voice was calm and husky. As I drifted out of consciousness, I looked into coal black eyes topped by short dark hair. Lord Sir Raoul of Goldenlake and Malories Peak gently lifted me into his arms and began the walk up to the palace.
AN: This chapter is from Maggie's POV...the rest will be 3rd person so I can get other people's thoughts on what happens.
AN: So...what do we think? Please review! Flames welcome...but don't be harsh.
If I get 3 people saying they like it I will continue.
Thanks bunches!
*MaggieDistaff15*