I DONT OWN AYATHING!!
Kapeesch?
Meown nandn
zip
nil
Alanna could not believe it. She simply stared at the First daughter. She came to her senses in about a minute and, composing herself asked "I'm going to Corus? Why? When?" The First daughter said, "You are going to Corus to find a husband. You leave at dawn, a week from Thursday." Thursday, Alanna thought, if today is Monday then I'll leave in a week and two days. Nine days. Nine days until I see my brother. Thom.
Flashback
"Face it," Thom told Alanna. "Tomorrow you leave for the convent and I go to the palace. That's it"
End Flashback
They'd been so desolate, the voice of Thom echoed forlornly in her mind. She'd had an idea though.
Flashback
Alanna looked around and checked the hall for servants. "Tomorrow, he gives us the letters for the man who trains pages and the people at the convent. You can imitate his writing, so you can do new letters, saying we're twin boys. You go to the convent. Say in the letter you're to be a sorcerer. The daughters of the goddess are the ones who train young boys in magic? When you're older, they'll send you to the priests and I'll go to the palace and learn to be a knight."
End Flashback
How was she to have known that a maid was in the library with them, behind the bookcase. The maid, of course, had to go tell Lord Alan. Uggh! So she, Alanna, was shipped off to the convent. Yes. The girl who, at the age of ten, could outshoot most of Trebond's hostlers and men-in-arms. They tried to turn her into a Lady. Tried, mind you. Of course, she wasn't a wild animal. That, as much, the priestesses acknowledged. At the age of 16 she was a pretty little thing: 5'4" with nice curves. Long, fiery locks that naturally curled, and, astonishingly enough, violet eyes.
She was kind and polite enough when she wasn't scheming and mad. She did get revenge from time to time. How else, the priestesses pondered, would that frog have ended up in Delia of Eldorne's bath water?
And now, of all things, they expected her to find a husband. Her, a husband! She let a sigh escape her lips. She curtsied to the first daughter and hurried off to her own chambers. She decided to write to Thom.
Thom
I am coming to court in a week from Thurs. They want me to find a husband. Pigs may fly. I want nothing more to do with men. Cannot wait to see you dear brother.
Alanna
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Thom of Trebond sat, reading the letter from his sister that had just arrived. In deep thought, he put the letter on the table beside him. A large young man with brown hair and black eyes snatched it up and read it. Turning to Thom he asked, "Is she pretty?"
Thom snatched out of his trance turned to his friend and said curiously, "Who, Raoul?"
The boy, Raoul replied, "Your sister, dolt."
Thom replied in an annoyed voice, "I haven't seen her in six years. How should I know, dolt?"
That drew smiles from the three other young men. One, a tall, brown-eyed, chestnut haired, Gareth of Naxen, Gary, laughed. "Jon," Thom continued addressing his master and the crown prince of Torall. I should like to show her around. May I have Thursday off from training?"
Jonathan of Conte, just to tease his squire, said, "Oh? I don't get to show your pretty sister around?"
"Alanna is different, she's, ah how should I put this? Temperamental." Said Thom "She also dose'nt like- men to much. I should like to see even you, Jon, try to charm her." He stalked off his eyes cloudy.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Alanna tried to tune out the incessant chatter of the three girls in the carriage with her: Lady Delia of Eldorne, Rowena of Elden, and Gabriella of Hallow's Peak. Rowena was a gossip. Gabriella was alright; she was one of Alanna's only friends. Delia was a slut. And that in itself was being nice. How many nights Delia snuck off with the men-at-arms Alanna could not count.
Inside the carriage, as it rattled through the ornate palace gates, all the chattering stopped. The girls were looking at the group of men and boys that had gathered to meet them. Gabrielle said to alana, "oh this is so exciting!" Actually, Alanna was excited, obviously not for the same reasons as Gabrielle, who was interested in all of the men, but because of one who shared her fiery hair and purple eyes. "Thom," she whispered.
The carriage stopped. Delia, Rowenna and Gabrielle all smoothed their dresses and primped their hair, while Alanna threw open the door and hurled herself at Thom. And he met her halfway, gathering her up into a hug. "Alanna," he said, looking at her done-up hair and silk dress, "Did they turn you into a Lady?" She pinched him and retorted, "I can still dunk you in a fish pond, if you make me mad." He laughed and embraced her once more.
Then, taking her arm in his, Thom led her over to a group of four young men. He introduced her. "Alanna, these are my friends: Sir Raoul of Goldenlake, Sir Gareth the Younger of Naxen, Alex of Tirragen, and my Knight Master, His Royal Highness, sir Jonathan of Conte." Then to his group of friends he said, "And this is my sister, Lady Alanna of Trebond."
Alanna smiled as the handsome, black-haired, sapphire-eyed prince kissed her hand. Then she told them, "Ah, my brother neglected to add that I hate to be called Lady, as I wouldn't say that I am one."
Gary and Raoul smiled and Gary said, with a sweeping bow, "Then, Alanna, I am Gary to you."
Raoul, not to be outdone, bowed so low that he was bent in half, said, "Call me Raoul, please. May I escort you to your rooms?"
She accepted and bobbed a curtsey to the prince, murmuring, "Your Highness."
As she turned to leave the Prince said, "Alanna…" She turned to look at him. "Call me Jonathan, or even Jon."
She looked uncertain but, not to be rude said, "very well, then, Jonathon."
-----
10 reviews!
or no chappie 2!
