Hey guys! *waves wildly*
Another chappie-ter, just for you guys!
This A/N will be important, okayyyy..?
So read on.
Firstly; I want you all to go and read Love-Pink26's story, Through the Door. She is a fantastic writer, and deserves more reviews, so read and review, guys.
Secondly; I want to say how proud I am of shadowinthedark13's triumph in providing me with frequent updates for her sequel to "Always a Tomorrow", "Remember Us". She is awesomeeeee. (oh, and by the way, this chappie adds two more to the total, Morgan. Teehehe!)
I love being evil.
Thirdly; THIS IS IMPORTANT SO I WILL WRITE IT IN UPPER CASE. I'VE HAD A MEGA RESPONSE TO THE QUESTION, 'NORIOUS OR LUKE?', AND I CANNOT DECIDE. AND TO CONVINCE ME/OTHER READERS, IF YOU ARE AN AVID TEAM NORIOUS/LUKE FAN, WRITE ME A PARAGRAPH ABOUT WHY BELLE SHOULD CHOOSE THAT PERSON. THE BES ONE FOR THAT TEAM WILL BE POSTED AT THE START OF THE NEXT CHAPTER ALONG WITH YOUR PEN NAME. HELP ME CHOOSE!
So here we go!
Today's song quote is:
'In the cold you look so fierce but I'm warming up, because the tensions' like a fire.'
-Six feet under the stars, acoustic version, All time low. (listen to it on youtube, they're awesome.)
Here we go!
"Something to eat, my Princess?" Jasif's leering voice cut through Belle's head like a knife through butter. She opened her heavy eyes, and felt the pain of the attack come to her. She winced, and struggled to sit up.
Belle realised she was seated on a soft couch, in a large room. There was a large chair, and a small table, along with several other pieces of furniture.
"We are in the home of one Lord called Frost, I believe." Jasif said, as if Belle was actually interested. "Well, it WAS his. He is dead, now." He looked back to the table, unconcerned. Belle whimpered. Sure, to kill another in battle was not as such a big deal, but to talk about cold hearted murder of a man for no reason more than for wanting lodging; It was positively inhuman!
She struggled against her bonds, squirming, until Jasif turned back around.
"You won't get free, my Belle." He said lightly. "Here, have some food."
He held out a piece of chicken. She stared at him.
"I said, eat." He hissed, and pushed the food into her mouth. He refused to remove it until she had taken a bite and swallowed.
"Good girl." He said encouragingly. He dropped the chicken back onto the table, and turned to Belle expectantly. Suddenly, her vision blurred, and she swayed.
"There we go…" Jasif smiled horribly, watching her. Her vision split in two, and Jasif got dimmer and dimmer. "See you at the wedding, my love." He laughed, kissing her hand, and turned to look at the two slavegirls entering the room carrying a white dress, as Belle slumped backwards, her eyes still unfocused.
"Get her ready. One hour," he said, and strolled from the room.
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"Ruby!" Ruby wheeled around to find Dune walking towards her.
"Hey." She said sadly. He took her hand, and they kept walking. They didn't have to say a word with eachother, both just comfortable with the silence. They walked out into the gardens, and sat on a bench. It was just about to storm; the sky was a dark grey, and very distant grumbles of thunder could be heard.
They sat down, and Ruby sniffled.
"How can you not be worried?" she asked him.
"I am…I just, I know she will be fine. I have faith that Aslan won't let anything bad happen to her."
"He will return tomorrow, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"The big war."
"Yeah." Dune looked up at his best friend through his lashes, and found she was doing the same.
She bit her lip.
"Rubes, promise me something."
Ruby bit her lip harder. "I'm fighting Dune, you can't change my mind about that." She replied, looking him hard in the eyes.
"Oh, I know," he chuckled. He took her hands and looked into her green eyes. She stared right back, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to say. She smiled, and it befuddled him further.
"I-er..um.."he stuttered, and she giggled.
"What am I promising you, Duney?" she said, using her childish nickname for him.
"Promise me…promise me you won't do anything stupid tomorrow; like attack an entire cavalry by yourself, or.."
Ruby smiled.
"Sure. I promise." She whispered, gripping his hands tighter.
"Thankyou." Dune whispered, and leant forward to kiss her forhead. As his lips met it, however, they seemed to burst into flames, and he pulled back to find Ruby looking into his eyes, her emerald ones filled with…something…
And with not a thought in his head, Dune leant forward and kissed her.
It was amazing; all of their dreams, their friendship, their thoughts, melted into the kiss, and they both were enthusiastic.
When Dune pulled away, he closed his eyes, and opened them to see Ruby frowning at him. He took it as a bad sign and immediately stood up, his male instincts kicking in, and walked away.
Ruby looked down, her eyes filling with tears. What had she done wrong? The kiss was amazing, she was so happy, but then when he pulled away she frowned, wanting more, and he left.
Obviously his feelings had changed after the kiss. Ruby bit her lip in disappointment as it started to rain.
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"Milady, I'm sorry, it is time.." the four-headed maid said gently. Belle tried to focus on her, but she kept blurring and moving.
"No..I..er…" she mumbled drunkily. The slaves pulled her to her feet, and she stumbled almost automatically.
"What'd he use on her?" one slave asked.
"Some herbs, I suppose. Drugged 'er up good tho'." Another answered. They all held her upright, and moved her to the door where a guard took her. Belle looked down, and saw through the dizzy haze that she was wearing a white dress.
"No.." she slurred, "I-I don't w-wan to.." The group was pushing her forward, down an isle. Everything was blurry, and somehow in Belle's vision, Jasif had gained three extra heads.
She stumbled again, and Jasif leaned forward to hold her tightly.
"Careful, my bride." He nodded at what looked like a priest. The man began chanting vows, and placed hands on both the unfocused Belle and the staring Jasif.
"Do you, Princess Bellique, take King Jasif as your husband?" The preist looked at the swaying girl, still held up by Jasif.
"She does." He said quickly.
"And do you, King Jasif take Prince-"
"I do."
"By the power vested in me by King Jasif of Orist, I now pronounce-"
"STOP!" the doors bust open, and a group of knights ran inside, brandishing swords and fighting immediately. Jasif cursed and dropped Belle, who by chance had been saved by these men's perfect timing. She fell straight to the floor, her head swimming, and the world tiliting at the oddest angles. Her vision did, however, clear enough for her to see two knights running towards her.
After that; she blacked out.
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Belle awoke to find herself on the back of a horse. In front of her was a knight, as her cheek was resting on his armour. She looked up to see what he was still wearing a helmet.
She couldn't see his face.
"Good evening, milady." The knight said, and Belle smiled.
"Good evening. How long was I out?" she asked.
"All day, Your Majesty." Belle raised her eyebrows.
"What happened?" she asked, mindful of the way her head was still pounding.
"My men and I heard the Princess was being kept in a Lords mansion. We were too late to save him, but we got to you just in time. That dog Jasif was just about to marry her Majesty."
"And you stopped him?"
"We all did; we got there just in time, Your Majesty. He had drugged you, and you fainted."
"Yes, I remember Jasif having four heads." Belle recollected, and the knight chuckled.
"How long until we get home?" she asked.
"Look ahead, Your Majesty." Belle looked over his shoulder to see Cair Paravel a few hundred meters away.
"I daresay your family will be glad to see you."
"I daresay they will." Belle laughed.
They rode further, chattering about home, Belle continuously rubbing her sore head. They surpassed the gate, and rode into the courtyard, where a messenger was sent away to get their Majesties.
"Well, here we are." The knight said. Belle noted a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Thankyou, Sir. It's been a pleasure talking to you." Belle said quietly over his shoulder.
"And you, your Majesty."
"BELLE!" came the High King's shout, and he bolted out into the courtyard.
"I will go water my horse," the knight said.
Peter ran up to the horse, and lifted his daughter off of it, hugging her tightly and kissing her face all over.
"My darling, oh my darling Belle." He cried, and she sobbed, safe in her father's arms.
"Belle!" there were more shouts and Belle's head throbbed as she turned to face her family. They all hit her hard, hugging tightly, and kissing her face, just like her father did.
"Don't you ever leave us again." Susan sobbed, holding her tight. Belle's head swam again, and she winced. Peter noticed her pain, and spun her around to face him.
"Belle, are you alright?"
She winced again. "I think so. Just a bit sore, is all."
Peter looked at her, and hugged her again.
"Oh my Belle." He whispered. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"We all better get some sleep," said Ruby. Dune looked at her, but she refused to meet his eyes.
"Yes, the war and Aslan come tomorrow."Lucy agreed, taking Gregor's hand.
"First I must thank those knights, Daddy, the ones that saved me."
"Of course, my love." Peter agreed, and turned around to look for the men.
"Please bring those knights to us." He said to a young servant boy, who scuttled off.
He was back in a moment, followed by the knights who were leading their horses. They all still wore their helmets.
"I pray thee, thankyou." Belle said.
"My esteemed thanks for rescuing my daughter." Peter agreed, "If any of you are to stay, you most certainly have earnt your welcome."
The knights nodded, and climbed aboard their horses.
"We must pack up our camp, and will return on the morrow, your Majesty." One knight said. Peter nodded, and they began to trot away.
Belle noticed the insignia on the knight who truly saved her's helmet, and called out.
"Hey!" she called. Her head pounded in time with her words. He turned in his saddle.
"Your Majesty?"
"Please, take off your helmet, and tell me your name." The knight looked down, and back at the nodding Peter. He reached up, and pulled the silver helmet off his head.
A handsome face framed with wavy brown hair.
"Norious?" Belle's head gave a final pound, and her eyes rolled back, her body sinking slowly to the ground. She caught a final blurred look at him before everything went black.
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There you go guys!
Sorry for the Norious haters, but he will redeem himself a bit.
And he and Belle aren't back together, he is merely back in the story.
That's just for you, Morgan. I'm sure your review will be colourful.
Teehehe.
Remember:
Firstly; I want you all to go and read Love-Pink26's story, Through the Door. She is a fantastic writer, and deserves more reviews, so read and review, guys.
Secondly; I want to say how proud I am of shadowinthedark13's triumph in providing me with frequent updates for her sequel to "Always a Tomorrow", "Remember Us". She is awesomeeeee. (oh, and by the way, this chappie adds two more to the total, Morgan. Teehehe!)
I love being evil.
Thirdly; THIS IS IMPORTANT SO I WILL WRITE IT IN UPPER CASE. I'VE HAD A MEGA RESPONSE TO THE QUESTION, 'NORIOUS OR LUKE?', AND I CANNOT DECIDE. AND TO CONVINCE ME/OTHER READERS, IF YOU ARE AN AVID TEAM NORIOUS/LUKE FAN, WRITE ME A PARAGRAPH ABOUT WHY BELLE SHOULD CHOOSE THAT PERSON. THE BES ONE FOR THAT TEAM WILL BE POSTED AT THE START OF THE NEXT CHAPTER ALONG WITH YOUR PEN NAME. HELP ME CHOOSE!
(PRESS THAT BUTTON)