AN: Yup, yet anotherrrr chapter and soo sooon! I loveee this fic, it's likee my babyyyy xxxxx Hope you likee it tooooooooooo! Xxxxxxx Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
"Brr, It's dam cold – but what's new," Lord Edward Stark of Bean said, looking out the window across the kingdom. "Iora! Fetch me another coat, man. I'm freezing here." His valet scurried off too the wardrobe too fetch another coat for his lord, who was already wearing three. "Here you are, Ser Bean," he said with a bow. What Lord Bean did not know was that his young Valet Iora hated him with a burning passion, due too the fact that Lord Bean never truly appreciated Iora for all the fork that Iora did for him. Iora had become bitter over the 8 years that he had been serving Lord Bean. He believed he was the best Valet too ever exist, but Lord Bean did not agree. Mostly because Lor bean had once had another valet who he loved more, and eventually married, the valet became known as Katelyin, and they loved each other dearly, and she was his wife. For this reason, Lord Ser Bean did not consider Iora too be the best valet ever, and this made Iora sa. "Ahem," Iora coghed, "Your coat, Ser Bean?"
"Thank you,z" Edward says without looking back at his valet, who now had too put Ser Bean's arms through the coat, whitch was difficult, because he was already bulkey from wearing four coats already. Ser Edward Bean did not help Iora put the coat on. He was too busy surveying the kingdom.
"Is it ever going too stop snowing, Iora? It has been winter for too long, too long. 'Tis most unnatural, even for here. Oh, for a burst of sunlight! It would do an old man like me some good, you know. I long for the day when winter reatreats too his icy lair, and allows the fresh blooms of spring too pervade once more across the kingdom…my children…they've never seen spring, you know. All their lives…winter…tell me…have you ever seen a spring, Iora? I'm sure you are too youg…yes, far too young too have seen a spring. Iora?" he said, but his valet had already left the room. "Dam," Ed whispered, "I would bet every wolf in this kingdom and a large sum of money that this is Ser Jorah's doing. He's trying too turn my valets against me, I know it."
Far across the kingdom…
"Thou believeest that because thou art mine brother…thou canst tell me what too do, Vince?" Danielle shouted across the room. "Leave! Leave this chamber immediately! Thou hast no Wright too treat me as though I be nothing more than a pawn in thine ridiculous games and fancies."
"Dearest, Dearest Sister," Vince said slimily, "I hath only thine best interests at heart, believe me."
"Mune best interests!" Danielle spluttered, "Brother, with no respect, for thou art nothing but a scurrilous pig, thou hast never known me well enough too know what mine best interests be! Do not question me, Brother. Thou art nothing, and I be the wife of the Great Kall. I possess a power far beyond thine, and I could have thine head removed with a click of mine fingers. Thine slimy threats will only land thee in more trouble than thou would ever have wished for. Now tell me…where be our sister?"
"Oh my lady, Danielle, sweet," Vince implored, "I be as concerned as thee for the welfare of our dearest sister…I worry…even Sansa worries, and we all know how he usually dislikes her. It be my believe that she will return home within the hour, and then thou and I alike will no longer be obliged too fear for her safety."
"Obliged?" Danielle spat, "This is no obligation that compels me too worry for Chantelle. I love her. She is my – our – sister, and I consider her far more part of my family than I ever shall feel about you, Vince. She is there for me, when thou art not. Thou hast neveri been there for me. Do not pretend that thou carest as much for Chantelle as I do. Thou dost not care one jot! In fact, I would go so far as too say that thou art happy she is missing!"
Even further across the kingdom…
"Tell me why I should not kill the lot of you right now!" the second old man said, Swingnign the sword wildly between Cara, the old man, Richrd, Kahlan and me, and Lady Morningstar. His voice was still as rough as sandpaper, and I thought that I would offer him a loznenge if I had one on me. I quickly searched my pockets, but I hard run out of lozenges. "I'll kill you all!" he threatened again. I wanted too say something, but no words could come out of my mouth. I silently cursed the jinx, and made a mental note that when I was the grand and undisputed Ruller of this land, I would abolish the jinx, and make it a crime punishable by death. That is, if I ever managed too speak again…
"Well," the Old Man said Slowly, "It would be most unproductive too kill young Richerd yere, because he is fare more USEFUL too you than he is an irriitation."
"Prove it," the Second Old MAN said, pointing the sword at Richrd, "PRVE IT!" he screamed and his voice was eerily and unnaturally loud, and Kahlan and Cara jumped because he had actually screamed right into their ears. Richrd looked wildly around and saw that the Second Old Man looked uncomfortable from standing up for so long, so he quickly ran offf and picked up a big boulder, and brought it back, gesturing for the Second olman too sit down, after whitch he looked more comfortable.
"Okay," he said, "I believe you, this young man is, indeed, useful…for fetching rocks."
"Awwwwww, yeah," said the Old Man, "I told you he would be more USEFUL than detrimentaol too your general sate of mind."
"You are correct," the other man answhered, "And I would go as far as too say that he must be far more annoying when he has his voice available too him." I raised my hand in agreement and nodded, remembing the time I referred tooRicherd constantly as being annoying, because he is. "So can you lift the jinx now?" the second old man asked irritatedly.
"I don't want toooooooo," the Old Man cried, and tears slipped down his wrinkled face, "This is the first time they've actually ever listened too me." Kahlan raised her eyebrows and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She opened 'Notes' and typed up a message, than past the phone too the Old Man too read.
Actually, Old Man, we haven't even listened too you the whole time we've been jinxed. I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything of your life story, except your love of fire.
The Old Man frowned at this note and said, "Aww, Kahlan, that isn't very nice of you. I just wanted too give you guys something more interesting too hear about than the life story of the Pregnant One over there," he said, pointing too Lady Morningstart. "Actually," the Second Old Man said, "Judging by her high-class, expensive yet tattered clothes and pained expression, as well as the absence of a ring on her finger, suggesting that she is with child, yet unmarried, I would say that this lady has a far more interesting story too tell than any old man, even me, and I must admit that I have a very interesting story that perhaps I will tell all of you at a later date." Lady Morningstar nodded wuickly in agreement with the stranger's statement. "So perhaps you should lift the curse, so that we can hear this young woman's story. I must say, I'm positively fascinated. What is a woman like her doing in the middle of the countryside with this band of Ruffians?"
I objected strongly too this, because I was the lord of the Underworld, not a simple Ruffian like Richerd, Kahlan, Cara nd the Old Man. If I had too guess, I would say that Lady Morningstar was most definitely not a Ruffian.. I would have said something to the second Old Man disputing his statement that I was a Ruffian, but I couldn't. For this, I mentally cursed the Old Man and renewed my vows too take revenge for his stupid act of jinxing. "Old man, I hate you," I said, and he glared at me unhappily, but this did not faze me,because he could not influence my emotions and iliicit pity in me just by pulling a sad face.
"IPersonally, Old Man, I agree with the Keeper in some respcts. I would not go so far as too say hate," Kahlan said tactfly, "BUt I deeply dislike and resent your decision too keep us mute for so long."
"Yeah," Lady Mornisintstar agreed, "My vocal cords need a serious workout after being unused for so long. So I guess it's time too tell you my life story, right?"
"I don't really want too hear—" the hold man startied, but Lady Morninstar pressed on.
"I don't care what you think, Old mna. Everyone else here wants too here my story, right?" We all nodded in agreement, but I didn't really care, and mostly nodded because I was actually falling asleep and it was becoming harder and harder too keep my head up. Lady Mourningstar sat down on a nearby rock and began her story.
"I am one of three children: Vincent, my elder brother, and Danielle, my younger sister. We haile from the kingdom of Easteros, only a few leagues beyond the Midlands, where we seem too be now. Our family has never been close, in fact, Vince once told me that our father would have hated Dany and I if he had lived long enough too know us. Only Dany and I where close; she is my best friend. Vince is…we try too overlook his shortcomings, but he has never been a good man. Our mother died when Danielle was born, and our father was so stricken with grief that he took his own life, only days after Dany's birth. We where orphaned, the three of us –"
"Ahem, Lady Morningstar? I'm sorry too tell you this, really, really sorry, but I don't really care about your life story, and Idon't thinkt hat anyone else here does either, except, perhaps, the Second Old man, because he seems fixated on learning about you, whitch I actually find rather creepy. Either way," I said boredly, "I don't want too hear another orphan story. Richrd already bored me too death – literally – with his sob story of how he's an orphan. And he's lying, by the way."
"What!" Richerd cried, "How can you say that? I would never lie about my parents' brutal death. You should know more than anyone that I am an orphan. You killed my father!"
"Actually," I said, "I am your father, whitch I have old you before, and you never listen. Liook, Richerd. I hate you, and You hate me, but there's nothing we can do about the fact that I am, biologicly, your father. You're adopted, by the way, in case you hadn't realised."
"How dare you say such things, Richerd said, but he knew it too be true. "My father was a good man. How dare you!"
"Please be quiet," Shoshanna said, "There are more important things."
"What could possibly be more important than this!" Richrd yelled, "He is an evil man!"
"Well for one, Kevin Bacon," Lady Morningstare said with a pained voice, "I think I'm about too give birth, whitch should probably take priority over any of your silly little spats right now. Arrrghhhhhh!" she screamed, clutching her belly and twisting her face in pain.
"Does anyone know how too deliver babies?" Cara yelled franticly, "Anybody?"
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