Parent Trap
Summary- Kalita was abandoned soon after birth & left with the Baron of Trebond. Her guardians elude questions of her parents & she has never traveled to Corus. That is, until someone whispers that despite her black hair, she is the daughter of the Lioness. R&R
Disclaimer- Kalita is mine, as is Keyn, neither of them exist in Tamora Pierce's work, but everyone and everything else does. This is for entertainment only. No copyright infringements are intended. As usual.
Rated T for safety and future events- Drama/Romance- slightly humorous in places.
Focuses on Kalita, but there is some AJ in there, and slight AG
Suggestions are welcome, and if you feel you absolutely must flame, then obviously I can't stop you.
Prologue
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"Rispah please!" Kalita begged.
"I don't understand why you want to go so badly!" the Baroness of Trebond sighed, already tired of this argument.
"All my friends are going. I don't want to just sit here and rot while they go off and start enjoying their lives!" the short girl retorted hotly at her foster mother, dark violet-blue eyes flashing dangerously.
"You're mother hated the place!" Rispah said, not realizing that Kalita's eyes had just gone round, nor that she had just let slip something important. "She had to convince her brother to go along with one of her crazy ideas so she didn't have to go there!"
"My mother?" the black haired girl asked slowly. "Nice time to mention her, Rispah. Please go on." The buxom redhead clamped her lips tight shut and was saved from answering by her husband.
"Kali, ye know we're having company tonight. Please just go and get dressed and stop bothering yer mother," Coram sighed wearily to his charge.
"Ah!" Kali snapped. "But I thought she just said that—!"
"Enough Kalita!" Rispah yelled hoarsely. "Listen to your father, or whatever you want to call him and just do as you're told!"
Kali, slightly spoiled and headstrong as she was, stuck her nose up in the air, turned on her heel and stomped through the door, slamming it as she marched out. Rispah chose this time to sit on the bed she had just made up, and rubbed her temples.
"We should've known she'd be stubborn," she whispered, trying to smooth out the crow's feet that Kalita had caused to form around her eyes.
"Ah, but the spoiled part I think was entirely our fault," Coram answered quietly with a smile.
"And now she wants to go to the Convent. If we let her do that, she'll eventually get into Corus. She's too old now, anyway."
"Ah, but like ye said, she's stubborn. She's from a long line of fighters, that girl. Even if she went now, at sixteen, she'd be ready for next year's Midwinter Ball by next summer," Coram pointed out. "Not that we should let her go anyway. Alanna said that by no means should she go the Corus."
"Well, let's see what she says when we talk to her tonight," Rispah conceded, completely worn out by the daughter of the two most stubborn people in the country.
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Ah well, it has to start somewhere doesn't it? Not the greatest prologue I've ever written, but if I get even 1 review I'll be happy. Thanks to those who read it, and twice as many to those whose cursors are hovering over that lovely blue button in the lower left hand corner of the screen.
Cheers!
kt.
