Title: Sword Crossed Lovers
Author: jaymack33
Summary:King Robert Stewart needs his one and only daughter Millory Stewart to be married off to a Prince. Unfortunately Millory, Miley for short will do so under one condition. The suitor must beat her in a sword fight. And then along comes Jake Ryancrest and...Jiley.
Author's note and disclaimer:Own nothing pertaining to Hanna Montana so don't sue. An additional influence on this story believe it or not is the Red Sonja comic book. Which I also don't own. Look I know Robbie Ray may be a bad guy in this one, but remember this is only fanfiction and I'm just trying to create a motif from which to build up a stronger steely Miley. Now the Sword-master Noricelli character is an original character that I made up myself.
Chapter one: A history Lesson
Along time ago in England there was a King named Robert Stewart. He had a son named Jackson and a daughter named Millory. Now his good for nothing son caroused and played all day. He truly grieved and cursed the day that he had this good for nothing son. He couldn't fight, couldn't make a decision (when he wasn't drunk). And when was that? Exactly!
Now he did have one other child. Millory. She was beautiful. And strong. And fair. And swift. And intelligent. She very well may possess one of the best blades in the kingdom. But she's a girl. She can't rule the Kingdom. Oh, if only his good for nothing son could be half the man that his little girl was. Damn it where did I go wrong?
Flashbacks:
It had all started 12 years ago:
"Why Susan?" "You gave me one male heir?" "Than this?" He points over to a little scrawny 4 year old Miley. "You gave me that girl." "And now what nothing?" He shoves his wife as she teeters to the ground. Miley's wide blue eyes open wide. She sees her father swinging his open hand. She doesn't even look as she turns her head away as she hears the slap and a distant cry from her mother. She feels a tear struggling to get out as she runs off to her room.
11 years ago:
Susan Stewart died from an unknown illness a broken hearted woman and a little part of Miley died with her. For some strange reason none of the women the King slept with bore him any children. Had to be those women of course. Couldn't have been anything lacking with the all powerful King? Could it? But still there were no more heirs to be had as all of the hopes of Robert Stewart were with his only son.
10 years ago: A 10 year old Jackson Stewart yawned as his teacher continued to show him how to hold and swing a sword properly. Jackson vaguely paid attention even as he planned what games he would play later. But through a peep hole a 6 year old Miley watched. She started swinging a large stick in secret trying to mimic every action she had seen the teacher display. God, this is so tiring. But I must do this. I'm going to prove to my...dad that he shouldn't be upset that I wasn't a boy. He has me after all. I will prove, that I...she fights off and does not allow another tear to form. That I was no mistake as she swings her stick again fighting away the weariness of keeping her arms up for a long period of time.
7 years ago: The great swords-master Noricelli got tired of covering for the Prince's absences from his class. He out of frustration and boredom began to teach the 9 year old Millory the proper way to swing a sword. He laughed at her feeble attempts even as he secretly admired her determination. She never quit. She did everything He asked of her and more. Maybe he could make something out of this Stewart child yet.
5 years ago: Millory laughed at the funny irony. Even her teacher Noricelli couldn't help but smirk at the latest exercise they had come up with. They traded swords directly over her unconscious drunken lout of a good for nothing brother. During Jackson's lesson she was the one going to school. Still one thing kept nagging at Millory. She had never beaten her teacher even once. Damn it! Is he playing around with me? Still she kept clanging her sword hoping to break through his defenses. She couldn't let him continue to hold her down. One day she was going to be the best sword-fighter in the land, no doubt.
2 years ago: Noricelli thrust and Miley slashed away easily repelling his attack. She still couldn't find the right opening, but she had gotten so good, that he couldn't either as Miley smirked. Yes at least he isn't better than me anymore. He was getting frustrated and tired as he continued to desperately break through her vastly improved defenses. He parried. He thrusted and he struck nothing but air as he lost his balance for one mere moment and Miley tripped him over swinging her sword just mere inches from his face. She gave a gentle tap of her blade on his forehead and then she lifted him up with her very toned arms. He gratefully took her hand even as he tried to fight off the shame of losing...losing to a girl. "Master please don't turn away from me." "I'm sorry I beat you." "I need you." "Please?" She begged and whined and hugged his back. "Please help me?" "I'll let you win this time." That statement got him to turn around and stare at her poignantly. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Look Princess Millory." She shook her head. "Call me Miley." "Princess Miley I think this old dog has run out of tricks to teach you." "I'm just getting older, and losing...losing to..." He didn't finish his sentence as Miley formed the thought in her head that he meant losing to a girl but she respected her one true real father figure too much to call him on it. "But please master I need you." "Just give me a little more time please." She gave him the lost puppy look and twinkled her pretty blue eyes. He stared for a while and finally. "Alright again"...CLANG! Swords connect!
One year ago: She giggled as she handily beat her master again. It was happening all of the time now. For a year now she had been undefeated in battle. Picking up her fallen sheepish master was getting to be old hat for her. As he shook his head no. She gleefully said yes with a mischievous smile. "Just one more time, please?" He relents and she just about brings down her sword when she hears a voice she had never heard down in the practice floor..."Miley!"
She heard her father. Her King. She turned around slowly. "Come here right now...Princess!" He said it almost like the word Princess was laced with venom. She slowly approached him like he really was a poisonous snake. She humbly walked up to him with her head down.
"Miley what are you doing here?" "Well dad, I just wanted to prove to you that I am just as good as any man in this land!" He felt nothing but fury as he stared at his upstart daughter. His vision glossed over her well toned arms and body. He looked right back into her eyes. "You are a Princess!" "I do not want to hear or see you doing things meant for men anymore, do you hear me daughter of mine?"
Miley's blazing blue eyes stared with intensity at her father and she did not move. "Why don't you make me father." "How dare you daughter, go to your room now!" "No, father!" "If you can knock my sword out of my hand even one time I'll listen otherwise no!" She shouted as she unsheathed her sword once more. "These stupid women, I swear your just like that annoying mother of yours!" Miley's anger flared at the horrid statement about her mom, but still she held her ground as she watched him with her blue steely eyes grabbing a sword off the rack. A slight smile crossed her face, not out of humor but of how much she needed to do this, not just for herself but this one...this one was...for mom!
The heavily muscled King stood proudfully smirking at how easily he was going to end this insolence from his annoying daughter. He thrust lazily and...she spun around with intense speed...she was already behind him with an even faster slash of her sword and his sword was halfway across the floor. "Would you care to try again father?" She sneered!
The King's anger boiled on top of his disobedient daughter who needed to be put in her place she had gotten some fortunate lucky shot and knocked his sword out of his hand. He angrily turned to Miley's sword-master! "Noricelli!" "My sword!" The Sword-master no longer really Miley's teacher, but more of a sparring partner and practically her real father smirked as he threw the sword handle at Miley's overly proudful father's hand. Boy is her father in for a surprise!
This time the slightly humbled, but angered King slashed again. Miley didn't catch him as unprepared with her blazing speed as his sword came down hard over her sword. Ahh, that should do...he scowled as she held her ground easily blocking the blow and parrying to her right. "Hey father, don't hold back now." "Is that all you've got?" He raged and cursed. He thought to himself I must have taken it easy on her that time. But this time...
...He thrust his sword hard and this time Miley moved twice as fast as before and she swept his legs and twirled the sword right out of his hand after he missed...he missed badly.
Over and over again his sword bounced and clanged off the floor. Until finally a weary King full of rage looked at his daughter. "Fine you win my insolent daughter." "You can stay." Miley smirked. But her evil father had a plan. "Noricelli!" "Yes my Liege!" He bowed his head. "You are dismissed!" "Begone and never return or I will have you executed!" "No, father please don't do this Miley begged and cried." "Please I'll obey you." "Please don't do this." "Oh, you will obey me daughter." "Or I will execute him right here and now." "Guards!" Miley looked with sadness. She silently mouthed...I love you...tears flowed down her cheek. "Yes, father as you command, father!" She turned away and headed for her room.
And Now:
The King struggled to rack his brain as he watched his insolent 16 year old daughter parrying with that annoying sword of hers. He knew she only pretended to listen to him when he spoke. Yes, she mostly obeyed. But still she was swinging that stupid sword. She should be acting like a princess for God's sake! I have no other recourse. If my stupid useless son will not live up to being a King. I have only one other choice. He stared at Miley thoughtfully. Yes, I will have to find you a husband. Someone strong, who will be capable of being a King after me. Yes, my fiery, insolent little daughter. You will be tamed yet!
--To Be Continued--