Christina ate quickly.
'Gosh, this is more than I get in a week.' She thought to herself. When the
servant girl came back to collect the plate Jon had still not spoken.
Christina was about to leave when he finally spoke.
"That dress looks nice on you."
"Thank you, your highness. I love it b-but I will be needing my other clothes back." Christina hoped this had not seemed to rude but she would feel even worse if she ruin the elven dress searching for Cecelia.
" I am sorry but the clothes you arrived in were burned. I have sent for one of the finest seamstresses to come take measurements for you till than you will wear my sister's clothes. And besides why do you need such clothes here. Oh, and call me Jon."
"Your- Jon I need decent boyish travel clothes. I must find Cecilia. I mean she may not be my mother but she always treated my like I was of her womb. When I was little I called her mother. A mother need not be of blood, sir." Christina whispered. She scolded herself for almost crying at any thought of Cecilia. " I never questioned whether she was you mother or not. Tell you what I will send out some search teams and you will stay here. I don't want you hurt." Jon cooed.
"Why do you care if I'm hurt. I'm just some village scum! You never cared before when you taxed us into poverty. I am not a stuck up noble woman, I care for my family!" Christina shot back.
" I have no proof but I would bet my life that you are not a commoner. The way you walk, the way you lift your head, the way you defy me. I no not what blood runs through you but I will not have a mysterious noblewoman escape me and maybe, once you trust me, you will tell me who you are?" Jon explained as of this in a way Christina thought no one could. He spoke it like a loving father. Christina remembered a old wisemaids quote: Never count your blessings.
"I'm sorry. Your right of course. I just need time to think everything over. Thank you for all your help." Christina curtseyed and left the room. Just as she reached the door Jon called after her.
" Do you think you will be okay to picnic with me tomorrow afternoon." Jon asked a smile playing on his lips.
"Of coarse, Your highness." Christina answered smiling for the first time.
"Jon" Jon whispered as he watched the most beautiful woman he had ever met run off.
AN: Sorry it took me so long to update but I had writers block. It is still there but mild. Sorry its short. Please review. If you have any comments or caught any mistakes e-mail me at aliengal03@yahoo.com or review. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! I will list you all next chapter!
"That dress looks nice on you."
"Thank you, your highness. I love it b-but I will be needing my other clothes back." Christina hoped this had not seemed to rude but she would feel even worse if she ruin the elven dress searching for Cecelia.
" I am sorry but the clothes you arrived in were burned. I have sent for one of the finest seamstresses to come take measurements for you till than you will wear my sister's clothes. And besides why do you need such clothes here. Oh, and call me Jon."
"Your- Jon I need decent boyish travel clothes. I must find Cecilia. I mean she may not be my mother but she always treated my like I was of her womb. When I was little I called her mother. A mother need not be of blood, sir." Christina whispered. She scolded herself for almost crying at any thought of Cecilia. " I never questioned whether she was you mother or not. Tell you what I will send out some search teams and you will stay here. I don't want you hurt." Jon cooed.
"Why do you care if I'm hurt. I'm just some village scum! You never cared before when you taxed us into poverty. I am not a stuck up noble woman, I care for my family!" Christina shot back.
" I have no proof but I would bet my life that you are not a commoner. The way you walk, the way you lift your head, the way you defy me. I no not what blood runs through you but I will not have a mysterious noblewoman escape me and maybe, once you trust me, you will tell me who you are?" Jon explained as of this in a way Christina thought no one could. He spoke it like a loving father. Christina remembered a old wisemaids quote: Never count your blessings.
"I'm sorry. Your right of course. I just need time to think everything over. Thank you for all your help." Christina curtseyed and left the room. Just as she reached the door Jon called after her.
" Do you think you will be okay to picnic with me tomorrow afternoon." Jon asked a smile playing on his lips.
"Of coarse, Your highness." Christina answered smiling for the first time.
"Jon" Jon whispered as he watched the most beautiful woman he had ever met run off.
AN: Sorry it took me so long to update but I had writers block. It is still there but mild. Sorry its short. Please review. If you have any comments or caught any mistakes e-mail me at aliengal03@yahoo.com or review. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! I will list you all next chapter!