Wow! So many wonderful reviews! My devoted fans are the greatest!
Francesca-All drunk soldiers should be shot!? Harsh, don't you think?
Anjali-No one has ever considered my stories to be comedies. Thanks, you made my day! But now I am going to be self-conscious and think, "Is that funny?"
Nina-Well, I think your review was the most indignant out of all of them! I think if you gave that soldier a stern talking-to he'd shape up pretty darn quick! And as for the soothing-you'll see what happens in this chapter. And don't point out that pig roast thing to people, I don't want the ending spoiled for those who haven't read the story before, hehe.
Spirit-Savior-Me? A professional? Why thank you!
Ethereal angel-What does your name mean anyway? Poor Miranda indeed. I'm glad I'm keeping you on the edge of your seat.
Maissa- You are not one of the only people who dislike this soldier fellow. I didn't know he would be so unpopular with my readers.
Oh, well, let's get on to chapter 10.
Miranda ran home sobbing. She was so upset as to what Antony would think. She stumbled into their little cottage, blind through her tears.
"Antony?" She cried. "Antony, where are you?" The house wasn't too hard to search, as it was very small and had one room and a closet. Miranda couldn't find Antony anywhere. "Antony?" She cried again. Knowing he wasn't home, she sat on the floor and started to sob uncontrollably. All those pots ruined! She was lost and upset and needed comforting.
Suddenly she heard galloping in the distance. She ran outside. "Antony!" She cried, thinking it might be him. Alas, it was not. She saw, not far off in the distance, several men on horseback. Even though they were far away Miranda could see that they were obviously rich, having fine clothing and beautifully groomed horses.
As they got closer, Miranda managed to control her sobs and stop sniffling. However, her eyes were still puffy and red, and her nose was also a deep shake of pink. She rubbed her sleeve on her nose one more time as the men approached. Miranda looked over at them once more, and then she identified the man in the lead.
It was King Lack-Beard.
Miranda panicked. How could she face this man?! She incredibly embarrassed because of the squalor she was living in, and because she wasn't sure she could face the man after treating him so abominably. Before he and what looked to be his advisors could come any closer, Miranda ducked inside.
"You there!" She heard him cry as she slammed the door to their hut shut. The now closed door and breathed heavily. She was relieved she didn't have to face that young king.
She rambled over to the table and sat down, crying some more. She wasn't sure if she could face Antony. She was so ashamed for what she had done.
"Who puts their earthenware stall in the corner of the market, where everyone walks?" She yelled to herself. "That was very stupid of you!" She sighed, and ran her hand through her hair. She then looked at her hands.
After a few months of hard work, her hands looked as if she had done enough labor for a lifetime. They were rough and dry. She had cuts all over then form spinning, and bruises for weaving. She was surprised herself. By the looks of her hands no one could have guessed she was once a princess.
She was intently studying them when a loud, beseeching knock came on the door. Panicking, first she stood, then sat, then opened her mouth to say no one was home, then hid underneath the table. Then a rap came on the window, and she peeked from behind the tablecloth to see Antony knocking on the glass.
Relieved, she stumbled out and opened the door for her husband.
"Antony!" She said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What is it, Mirada, what is it?" He asked, genuinely worried.
"The pots………in market……….." She gasped, gaining momentum with her crying, "There was a soldier………he……….ran………..over them!" She managed to choke out, then fell into Antony's arms and sobbed hysterically.
"Shh! Miranda, it's okay!" He soothed comfortingly, "It's all right. I've found a new job for you!"
Miranda stopped crying, but continued sniffling and occasionally gasping for air. "Y-you have?" She asked.
"Yes, as a kitchen maid in the castle."
"Really?" She asked unbelievingly.
"Yes, you can start tomorrow if you like. You can bring home scraps of food and a little money."
"Really?" She asked again. "How did you do this?"
"I met his majesty on the way home from work." Antony said.
"You did?" She suddenly was very alarmed.
"Don't worry, he's gone now." Miranda sighed, relieved.
"So I start tomorrow?" She asked.
"If you want to."
"Yes! I do!" Miranda cheered, hugging Antony. "Thank you!" And she kissed him.
Aww, there it is! Romance in full swing! Yay! I'll try to upload a new chapter before Easter.
Francesca-All drunk soldiers should be shot!? Harsh, don't you think?
Anjali-No one has ever considered my stories to be comedies. Thanks, you made my day! But now I am going to be self-conscious and think, "Is that funny?"
Nina-Well, I think your review was the most indignant out of all of them! I think if you gave that soldier a stern talking-to he'd shape up pretty darn quick! And as for the soothing-you'll see what happens in this chapter. And don't point out that pig roast thing to people, I don't want the ending spoiled for those who haven't read the story before, hehe.
Spirit-Savior-Me? A professional? Why thank you!
Ethereal angel-What does your name mean anyway? Poor Miranda indeed. I'm glad I'm keeping you on the edge of your seat.
Maissa- You are not one of the only people who dislike this soldier fellow. I didn't know he would be so unpopular with my readers.
Oh, well, let's get on to chapter 10.
Miranda ran home sobbing. She was so upset as to what Antony would think. She stumbled into their little cottage, blind through her tears.
"Antony?" She cried. "Antony, where are you?" The house wasn't too hard to search, as it was very small and had one room and a closet. Miranda couldn't find Antony anywhere. "Antony?" She cried again. Knowing he wasn't home, she sat on the floor and started to sob uncontrollably. All those pots ruined! She was lost and upset and needed comforting.
Suddenly she heard galloping in the distance. She ran outside. "Antony!" She cried, thinking it might be him. Alas, it was not. She saw, not far off in the distance, several men on horseback. Even though they were far away Miranda could see that they were obviously rich, having fine clothing and beautifully groomed horses.
As they got closer, Miranda managed to control her sobs and stop sniffling. However, her eyes were still puffy and red, and her nose was also a deep shake of pink. She rubbed her sleeve on her nose one more time as the men approached. Miranda looked over at them once more, and then she identified the man in the lead.
It was King Lack-Beard.
Miranda panicked. How could she face this man?! She incredibly embarrassed because of the squalor she was living in, and because she wasn't sure she could face the man after treating him so abominably. Before he and what looked to be his advisors could come any closer, Miranda ducked inside.
"You there!" She heard him cry as she slammed the door to their hut shut. The now closed door and breathed heavily. She was relieved she didn't have to face that young king.
She rambled over to the table and sat down, crying some more. She wasn't sure if she could face Antony. She was so ashamed for what she had done.
"Who puts their earthenware stall in the corner of the market, where everyone walks?" She yelled to herself. "That was very stupid of you!" She sighed, and ran her hand through her hair. She then looked at her hands.
After a few months of hard work, her hands looked as if she had done enough labor for a lifetime. They were rough and dry. She had cuts all over then form spinning, and bruises for weaving. She was surprised herself. By the looks of her hands no one could have guessed she was once a princess.
She was intently studying them when a loud, beseeching knock came on the door. Panicking, first she stood, then sat, then opened her mouth to say no one was home, then hid underneath the table. Then a rap came on the window, and she peeked from behind the tablecloth to see Antony knocking on the glass.
Relieved, she stumbled out and opened the door for her husband.
"Antony!" She said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What is it, Mirada, what is it?" He asked, genuinely worried.
"The pots………in market……….." She gasped, gaining momentum with her crying, "There was a soldier………he……….ran………..over them!" She managed to choke out, then fell into Antony's arms and sobbed hysterically.
"Shh! Miranda, it's okay!" He soothed comfortingly, "It's all right. I've found a new job for you!"
Miranda stopped crying, but continued sniffling and occasionally gasping for air. "Y-you have?" She asked.
"Yes, as a kitchen maid in the castle."
"Really?" She asked unbelievingly.
"Yes, you can start tomorrow if you like. You can bring home scraps of food and a little money."
"Really?" She asked again. "How did you do this?"
"I met his majesty on the way home from work." Antony said.
"You did?" She suddenly was very alarmed.
"Don't worry, he's gone now." Miranda sighed, relieved.
"So I start tomorrow?" She asked.
"If you want to."
"Yes! I do!" Miranda cheered, hugging Antony. "Thank you!" And she kissed him.
Aww, there it is! Romance in full swing! Yay! I'll try to upload a new chapter before Easter.