A/N-"Oops"
You know, that is like the last thing you want to hear when the roofers are re-doing your roof. So I'm just standing there, and all of a sudden I hear "Oops." Then, a chunk of ceiling falls through our now-open skylight. O.o
But the roofers are hot. That makes up for some of it. :D
Disclaimer-I've really got to come up with something more original. The things you recognize aren't mine.
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Numair crept through the dark shadows of the hall, praying no one would see him. Luck was with him, as he only encountered a handful of guards, who he eluded easily. At this time, he called upon his memory of the palace to go through the ways that were not used as much as other hallways.
The walls were made of a black stone, which helped him blend in with his surroundings. He slowly turned a corner, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw what was going on.
He was in one of the main hallways, and guards were everywhere. To his left were gigantic double-doors, which were elegantly carved with intricate designs. Two guards, one at each side, were standing post. They had shining helmets, and heavy battle staffs. Nobles, Numair assumed by their clothing, were going into wherever the doors led to. They were laughing and smiling, so he assumed that they were doing something 'fun', per se.
Since this was obviously where he should start his search, he decided to blend in with the crowd and go into this room.
He straightened his suit, stood up taller, brushed some stray dirt from his shoulder and walked through the doors.
His eyes hurt from the sudden burst of color.
The walls were an orange-yellow, and the floor made of wood that Numair didn't recognize, although it was a bright yellow. There were four balconies leading out from the wall, where one could look out into the gardens below. Looking up slightly, he noticed that the roof was glass, so one could look up to the sky.
Large amounts of couples were dancing to a pleasant tune, full of flutes and harps. While the men's suits were the regular black, the women's dresses were all of the colors of the rainbow. It was a dazzling effect.
He had come into the room opposite the balconies. To his left was a massive staircase, one used for introducing nobles. To his right however, was the orchestra. It had maybe one hundred odd members, both male and female.
Something caught his eye, above the orchestra, to his surprise. It was a balcony, with two people situated on thrones.
He looked at the taller throne, with what looked like a sunburst coming out from the top of it. Seated on it was Kaddar.
Numair could barely contain his joy at seeing someone he knew, although the feeling of joy was quickly replaced with one of hatred. He had remembered how much he despised Kaddar, for courting Daine.
He looked at the next throne, and adrenaline suddenly rushed through his veins.
It was Kalasin.
She was dressed in a yellow dress, which suited her nicely. Her hair was in beads, and she looked almost bored.
Numair wanted to scream out for her, but that would not be the wisest action, he decided. He would have to wait for her to come down from the balcony…wherever the exit was.
A tap on the shoulder brought his gaze to a young woman next to him. She was quite…busty. She had her shoulders back and her head up, which only accented the curves. Numair felt a blush come onto his cheeks.
She was in a reveling red dress that was tight fitting. Her long, blond hair fell past her shoulders. She gave him a seductive look.
"Would you care to dance?" she asked. Her voice was full of…lust.
"Well, you see, I really shouldn't be-"
"I'll take that as a yes," she said. She took his hand and led her onto the dance floor.
She was holding him extremely close to him. Or to be more exact, she was holding him closer to her chest.
"So, um…" Numair began, discomforted by this strange woman.
"You're in love with me, aren't you?" she said, her hand massaging his neck.
"Actually, do you know of anyone named Kalasin? Or Daine, for that matter?"
She visibly stiffened.
"Is there another woman in your life? Have you been an un-faithful man to me?" she cried.
Numair noticed he was drawing attention to both of them.
"I've just met you!"
"But do you love me?"
"No!"
She drew back from him.
"How dare you say that, you bastard!" She slapped him. Hard.
She ran away from him. That…was…interesting. Numair thought.
Unknown to him however, he had caught the attention of two nobles atop the balcony.
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A/N-This was, by far, the hardest chapter I've ever written. I desperately hope I put in enough detail for it to make sense…does it? I re-wrote this three times.
Sorry about the wait. But school starts tomorrow –panics- and I was seriously stuck on this story. My apologies.
Also, sorry about the length. I'm currently panicking about school, even though I was tied for valedictorian in my class (maybe the grade, dunno) last year. So I am terribly sorry, but I'm in need of sympathy. :D
I hope you like it! Look at all those pretty reviews! Please review!