Hers
Happier Times
The First of Four
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Xatdoln says this is boring.
I can't say I disagree. ).
For KK and her (at least I imagine to be) adorable son.
I own nothing. Writing style courtesy of Jane Green.
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The lack of attention was good. I wasn't sure what I would do if everyone was staring at me. Besides, the music was good, and my veangence would be taken in subtle measures. I yawned, certain to emphasize my disdain for Lumaria's poor attempts at pranks. He shrugged it off and stood. He took my hand and off into the crowd we went.
"And I suppose you don't read," he sighed, turning suddenly. I scowled and dug my fingernails into his skin. "Nay, a pretty girl such as yourself has so many more important tasks than to lounge in something as silly as a library."
"And certainly," I retorted, "you have much better things to do as well. Maybe wrestling with swine or rolling in cow dung, but to each his own as they say." Beads of blood formed between my nails and his flesh.
Lumaria winced, upper lip trembling, "And I guess you have silly dresses to try on. Being a future princess is so hard." He yanked me to the side, changing direction like a hurricane wind.
"Oh," I his lead in a rather clumsy manner, making sure to step on his foot. "I bet the women in your castle enjoy your brusque manners. Artemis knows what you do when no one watches, Lumy."
A sneer was his reply, "Pagan is your following, then? Well, look at your slave count. Oh, dear... Hell's fires are hot, Rellie."
I pulled away, "How dare you!" The squeal was a bit too loud; Elsee began to dart over in her normal matter. She was too late to stop me, however. "No one, and I mean no one calls me Rellie." I slapped his cheek, the sound of skin hitting skin audible to everyone within a five foot radius.
Lumaria's turn to dance; he grabbed my wrist and pulled it to his lips. "Ah, but you started it. Rellie. Relli--no, Lena!" The grimace that sprouted across my face like a dandelion was his cue to continue. "I rather like Lena, don't you?"
"Shut up!"
"Lena, Lena, Lena."
He may as well continued, but he was abruptly stopped when a large hand tapped his shoulder.
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Lumaria turned, dropping Relena's arm as if it were a snake. Greylan, now a muscular field general with actual battle experience, stood behind the prince. His firm countenence proved his disdain towards his sister's harassment (even if she might have deserved it).
"Are you bothering her?" snarled Greylan, thumbing the weathered broadsword that hung at his hip.
"Yes," said she. "No," said he.
Greylan arched a brow. "Really? I don't need to interrupt anything?" He glanced at Relena, sighing. "If I may," he held out his hand to her, a warm smile erupting on its own. Relena took Grey's hand and shot a glare of triumph to Lumaria.
As the pair danced off, Lumaria smirked. "You may have won the battle, Lena," he snickered, "but I'm certain you'll become accustomed to the idea of marrying me. After all, we aren't very different. Not at all."
He made his way to the exit without another word.
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I didn't see the Prince of Swine at all for the rest of the night. I think Greylan scared him off. That was fine by me, as Greylan had many stories for me.
"So, what is combat like?" I would ask. "Is it really bloody? Do you feel upset when you're done?"
He would answer to the best of his extent, although his knowledge about the reasons behind the attacks was miniscule. I was slightly disappointed; I find the politics fascinating. Unfortunately, Mr. Lumaria doesn't seem like then kind of person to let his queen sit in court. Pity; it was the only thing I was really looking forward to.
We danced until the wee hours of the morning. I remember speaking with Elsee shortly before I fell asleep.
"When I go with him," I muttered, "you'll come, too."
Elsee smiled. I laughed inside; the wrinkles Elsee said didn't exist were even more prominent when she smiled. She had a maternal feel about her that I could not get from my own mother. I loved her for that; she was my best friend, my mother, and my mentor.
"Of course I'll come," she sighed. She patted my hair. "Good night, m'lady."
"Night, Elsee."
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It was about this time when a blood-stained elf found his way to a world where he could find peace.
A man with silver hair named him Saix.
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Done with two.
His will be better... I hope...