A/N: Hey everyone. This is my first ever story that I have written on so go a little easy on me I hope you like it! It does have a little bit of fluff between Leif and Jasmine but it mainly focuses on Jarred and a little bit on the other two children. ENJOY! (If you don't I am sorry)
DISCLAIMER: Emily Rodda is the fantastically talented creator of the Deltora Quest series I am just using her characters to fulfil the purposes of this story.
There Is Something Going On
"Jarred- Jarred, what are you doing," Jasmine almost felt like crying. She had spent the whole morning trying to keep her youngest son from getting filthy and the moment she had turned around to tighten Anna's sash, he had run downstairs and started playing in the garden. It had rained last night and the grounds were muddy and wet and her ten minutes ago spotless son was now covered in green and brown muck.
"I am making mud pieth, mummy!" said the three-year old boy blithely. "Do you want to play with me, it ith loth of fun!" "Jarred, sweetheart," Jasmine said trying to control herself, "you promised me and Daddy that you were going to be good for the Camiro ambassadors' visit today." Jarred looked confused, "But I not being ba-ad!" he whined, " I am makin' a featht for the 'bassedors! The thtuff the cookth made for the latht ambassadors wath not very nithe, so I making thomething yummy for them! Do you want a try?" Jasmine looked at the mud her son was holding out to her, he had such an eager to please look on his face that she could not help smiling. "No thank-you, sweetheart, I am not very hungry." She bent down and picked her dirty little boy up, thanking the Gods that she had not gotten dressed for the "visit" yet. "Come along, laddy, you have to get cleaned up before your father sees you like this. He would be furious, he has been very tense lately."
"Too late," a voice said behind her, "Jarred WHY areyou so filthy?" Leif demanded. "You said you were going to be good. Jasmine, why did you not keep an eye on him?" Leif was angry, he had been up all night worrying about the ambassadors visit and did not feel as if he could handle this. "I did keep an eye on him, I had to attend to Anna and Endon, you know your other two children," Jasmine snapped at her husband, he had not been very attentive to his wife and children lately. Lief sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Go and get dressed dear, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'll take Jarred up and get him ready and we can have another one of our little talks." He looked down at his son, who did not seem the least bit concerned as his mother put him on the ground and started walking up to the palace, he promptly held out his hand for his father to take and started to explain the art of making 'mud pieth" to him. Leif just let him talk as he wearily walked his chatty son up to the palace.
"The proposition should be made to King Leif in regard to his youngest son, Prince Jarred. As he is the last in line for the throne there will not be as much question of the safety of Deltora in regard to the heirship," stated Ambassador Lord Gregory of Rulent. "Lord Gregory, must this proposition be made. Do we really need the support of Deltora that badly. For over twenty years we have done well without them. Is the state of Camiro so bad that we need the help of this heathen country," demanded Sir Nikko of Contet. "Yes Nikko, we do. So keep your big, uncouth mouth closed and act charming for once in your life. We need our proposition to work," Lord Gregory snapped. "Do you understand Nikko?" He did not reply, Nikko's pride had been badly hurt. "I asked you a question Nikko. Do you understand?" Lord Gregory's voice was deadly quiet, Nikko still did not reply, everyone present in the small ship's cabin could feel the tension in the air. Suddenly Sir Nikko gasped and clawed at his throat, his face was turning blue, he could not breathe. "Do you understand me?" Lord Gregory roared his face red with rage. "Yes," gasped Sir Nikko, Lord Gregory relaxed his magical grip on Nikko's throat, "yes," Sir Nikko said still trying to get air into his aching lungs. "Good," said Lord Gregory quietly. "This will happen. We need it to happen."
A/N: Okay. Whaddaya think? Please review. If you have any CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM for me it would be really appreciated. If you like it I will probably update quickly coz I am on school holidays. YAY! But I won't update if I don't get at least three reviews. Does that sound reasonable?
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