Hello.~ Chapter 2 here... I hope this story is liked. Umm... I do not own The Last Story, but I do own the plot to this story! Enjoy!~
"Mmm, yes I do look good, don't I?" A man with a ponytail flaxen brown hair said admiring himself in the mirror. His name is Jirall.
"Don't I?!" He hissed again glancing to the maid in his room.
"Y-Yes, sir, you look very fine and handsome, sir!" She blurted out with a pale blush of embarrassment on her cheeks while twirling some of her long pale pink hair within her fingertip's grasp.
"Is that so…?" Jirall questioned glancing back to the flustered maid before speaking again. "And is that to say you fancy me?"
"N-No… I-I meant it only in regard to your finery sir, I-I… I am married sir." The maid replied stuttering uncontrollably.
"Then calm down." The flaxen haired man huffed billowing his chest out in a gloating manner. "If you are married then there would be no reason for you to fancy me, yes?"
"W-Well sir…"
"That's right, you do fancy me, I am rich and you are poor, I am beautiful and you are ugly, I am all and you are nothing, no?"
"S-Sir… I…" The maid didn't know what else to say so she merely scurried out of the room in fright.
Jirall sighed for a long moment looking back at himself in the mirror. "Ah… My beauteous love…" He adjusted his brown coated attire before finally stepping away from his own reflection and exiting his ornately decorated room.
The man with the faded brunette hair hummed walking down the halls until he reached the courtyard where Therius and Calista were. Jirall's eyes darted keenly at them, seeing Sir Therius arm around Lady Calista's shoulder. And immediately he burst out. "What is the meaning of this?!"
The two white haired people glanced back over their shoulders towards Jirall's cry. Therius looked a bit flustered and shocked to say the least, Calista had only looked sad and afraid. Jirall was raising his hand as if he was about to strike her when the young knight besides her grabbed his arm. "You would hurt the Lady?" He spoke strongly, his eyes threatening to break his arm should he attempt to strike her again.
"As well as you would court her!" Jirall looked afraid for a moment until he spoke firmly holding his pathetic excuse for a guard up.
"Lord Jirall, I wished him to." Calista spoke up looking towards the frightening prince.
"And what is the meaning of this?!" The brunette yelled hoarsely tearing his arm away from the knight and glared at her. "You are my bride to be, are you not?!"
The young woman with white haired looked timidly back from Therius to Jirall and finally began to speak. "There are a great deal of things to be settled before that is final, my lord, but you should understand that you are… Not the only option I have to marry." The man with the long white braided hair smiled slightly at Calista's newfound confidence and was ready to protect her should the brunette man attempt to hit her once more.
Jirall looked sharply at the two of them before speaking. "We will see what Count Arganan has to say about this!" And with that, the flaxen haired man stormed off towards the Count's office chambers.
"What are we going to do, Therius?" Calista asked sadly while looking to the knight.
"Everything's will be alright, Calista. You may merry whom ever you wish, even if that is not me." Therius smiled gently. "I shall protect you, no matter the cost."
"But Therius…" Calista began sadly not wanting the knight to get hurt because of her.
"Do not worry, my Lady." He replied gently taking her hand and kissed it.
Calista blushed slightly but smiled. "Then share the sentiment for me, Therius."
"As you wish." Therius smiled back lightly as he spoke.
I hope you liked this chapter.~ More chapters coming up!