Guess what? For once I updated as soon as I said I was going to. Aren't you excited? I feel so proud. And I also like this chapter very much even though I only wrote it like ten minuted ago. If it needs any improvement please tell me and I will fix it. I guess thats what Id get for writing it at 2 am.
Ive had a good day too, I went to a drive in movie for the first time, which is fun actually. And I had a tournament this weekend where I almost scored a header (it was going in got hand balled out of the goal box by a defender- no penalty called! refs these days!)
anyhoo hope you enjoy the story and PLEASE review because too many people read this to only get five reviews. I'm being nice only asking for that much really.
One thing many had always considered my greatest flaw, and I considered my greatest asset, was my mouth. It seemed no matter the situation, my mouth always had a witty retort or insult. What was thought was said. Never was I without words.
And in that, the kiss frightened me. For once I was not under control. For once my mind failed me. For once I had nothing to say. I was speechless. And who was I if I was not my witty, talkative self.
And how could it be possible at all that I, Rhiannon Maxine Dunn, was scared? I was never scared. If anything a situation to scare most would anger or exhilarate me. I could not remember the last time I had been scared. And one kiss had me undone. So I pushed all emotions from my mind and focused on the present.
And I was once again happy for all my training in that though my emotions were threatening to explode, my appearance was still of the elegant lady catching the attention of the court. This was how I planned to keep it.
Over the next few weeks I had played my part in court, tending to the queen, remaining my witty self, and ever waiting on my parent's decision of my future.
As for the man who had caused my dilemma, he was ignored by my person. If he was present in the same room as me, which was quite often thanks to our positions in court, I acted as though he were not present. When crossing his path in the castle or in the gardens, I kept a wide berth between us. Fortunately, this behavior was not uncommon between our families, and it was either unnoticed or classified as normal behavior.
Though I tried hard to ignore him, my thoughts seemed to be filled with his image and scent, and the feel of his lips. I could not help myself from glancing at him, and often found him staring hard at me in return. And his intense stare, full of confusion, curiousity, and sadness only plagued my thoughts more. But in a sinful way, I basked in the attention, and found myself craving his stare, and empty in his absence. Why must the focus of my attentions be a man so wrong for me?
The one thing keeping me sane was the memory of the chaos he caused in me. I did not want to feel it again, and it helped me avoid him as if I hated him.
How was it that he could make me feel like my old self, the one that was out of control and full or life? The one I kept locked up. The one fighting to break free.
To only add to my list of difficulties, I did not only capture the heart of gossip but the hearts of men, whether young, old, and suitable or not. I did not enjoy the attention, but knew my duty was to find a husband, so I found myself flirting back instead of turning their attentions away.
There were two men who seemed most attentive to me. First was a young man, only several years older than myself, by the name of Samuel Sinnor. He was brown haired and eyed, and kind to me. He was a romantic and would send me letters, gifts, and pledge his love to me several times a day. I was flattered and would thank him, but I could not return the feelings. Second there was a man, in his early twenties, known as Dylan Bryan Quagmire. He was heir to a big fortune and much and, and made sure all knew it. When he would find me from where I was avoiding him, he would drag on for hours about himself, and try to charm me with petty flattery and what he thought of as irresistible charm. I never had to consider whether or not I could ever fancy him.
Life at court was, as I originally assumed, miserable. My schedule was more packed by the day so I found less time to enjoy myself with friends, and found myself almost like a loner in my spare time, preferring to walk alone and think, just as I was doing now.
Because today was the last day before we moved on to a different castle, I found myself with an empty schedule for once. So I had quickly taken advantage and headed toward my favourite pond in the gardens for a walk. The pond was magnificent. Though small, it was quite deep, and many times young children of the castle would swim. It was surrounded by a tall hedges, trees, and beautiful flowers that seemed to represent all of the colors in a rainbow. It was my favourite because it was the perfect place to think when empty of others.
As I strolled on the bank of the water, I felt a presence behind me and quickly whirled around to face the one behind me. I gasped at the face, which leaned close to my own. It was Dylan.
"My God, you have given me a fright," I whispered as I stepped back from him. Yet as I stepped back, he stepped forward, making no difference in distance.
"Rhiannon," He drawled, his disgusting breath close to making me gag, "Such a vision you are today." His hand, large and sweaty, cupped my face and neck.
I turned my face away from him, too uncomfortable to make the appropriate giggle. "Did you not say that to me yesterday?"
"It is always true, any day of the year." He smiled what he considered his winning smile. I did not believe it was. It sent shivers down my spine. Bad ones. I knew then that I should try to leave now, something bad was to come. I stayed silent.
"Rhiannon, how did you catch my attention so? And why must you play with me so?" He stepped closer to me as he murmured this. I could not believe he took my avoidance as hard to get.
I turned away and tried to walk away, but he roughly grabbed my arm and swung me around to face his once more. His eyes flashed and his voice was dangerous as he spoke again. "I am talking to you Rhiannon. Do not turn from me." The way he was saying my name was irritating, but I held my tongue.
I tried to push him away, but my efforts were quickly stopped. I spoke quietly, warning him calmly. "Dylan, I do believe our current position is inappropriate. I would be able to converse more easily with you if you were to step back."
His eyes flashed again, and his hand twitched toward the dagger on his belt. I did not know whether to be frightened or roll my eyes at his male reaction. But in the situation, I found rolling my eyes a bad mistake.
"Rhiannon, I find myself enamored by you." His gaze swept down my body and I slowly stared to fume. I could curb my tongue no longer.
I looked him straight in the eye in a most unladylike manner. "Dylan, you have no right to speak to me in such a way, or treat me as you are. I have not done any thing to lead you on, and I have warned you of my unease. I advise you most heartily to step back!" My hands were clenched in anger, a gesture I had not used in a while.
He laughed. "Rhiannon, you are most humorous. But I do know that you want me as much as I you, and I intend to have you whether you agree or not." He snatched my face with his hands and leaned down quickly, intending to kiss me, but I was quicker.
In a flash I had snatched my dagger from where it was hidden in my sleeve and slashed at his face, while my other hand stole his from his belt. I knew how to use daggers and was not afraid to confront him with them again.
His face was one of disbelief as he stared at me. Blood ran down his cheek from the cut so dangerously close to his eye. I had decided not to do too much damage yet. It was surprising I admit for a lady to carry and use a dagger, but old habits die hard, and no matter my training, this was one I was not ready to give up.
I stepped away from him and stashed my dagger away again. And before he could make a move, I flung his dagger away from me and into the middle of he pond to sink to the bottom.
My voice was ice as I spoke to him again. "Never touch me again. Never think about me this way again. If I see you so much as look at me again, I will cut out your eyes and your face will be pretty no longer." With that I stalked away to cool down.
As I left the area, I thought I saw a slash of black, but passed it off as my imagination and kept walking.
As I walked farther away, I was once again able to think clearly. Though I was shaken at what had occurred, I could not stop my surge of happiness as I thought about my actions. I had acted like my old rebellious self again, and I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be bad. I was loath to go back to my ladylike self again. Being good could be such a pain.
Hope you liked it. And since I got all five reviews, I'm going to jazz it up and ask for SIX reviews. I know, so spicy.