AN: I don't care what people say about my work. If I want my
handmaiden to say Crap she can. How do you know what they did back than.
Oh, they came from a noble family. What proof do people have that they
acted that why? I am writing this cuz I want to and yes I love reviews but
I'm tiered of acting like something I'm not just so people will like me. So
if you don't like they way I write or think I am some big bad wolf for
saying all this shit then you can go fuck yourself cuz no one else will.
(About 2 people apply to this, you know who you are, I still love everyone
else.) I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE ENDNG!!
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Christina ran to her room dazed. 'OMG he kissed me. All my life I thought my first kiss would come from some baker's son but my first kiss came from a prince. A beautiful, handsome prince. Oh, I love life. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!!!' She flopped down on her bed and fell into a dream about her and Jon.
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A dark figure paced the court yard of Ballan Moor. If you could call it a court yard, it was merely a space full of sand, one could suppose it use to be beautiful with the marble fountain in the center. But now the marble was cracked and the twin horse statues upon it were no longer playful looking foals but demoniac stallions.
The dark figure walked over to a newly arrived being. This 'man' was slightly taller but not by much. Both were covered by long black cloaks which concealed their faces.
"Will did you find her?" The first man asked.
"No, my lord. We burned the village, killed her guardian and the guardian's daughter but we couldn't find her . We'll I mean we found her but we can't get to her. She is to well protected. My lord." The new figure spoke with a slight accent, a beautiful vampirac accent.
"What do you mean, can't get to her?" "She is being sheltered by Prince Jon of Deudreth. Though he doesn't know who she is or what she is, he has here watched constantly. Even when he is with her, sir." "Then we will just have to get her alone, either that or we storm the fort. Is there anything else?"
"No my lord." The vampire said with a bow of his head.
"Good, good. Well done, Bryan. You are dismissed." The vampire left. The lord walked over to the fountain and pulled off his hood reveling a slightly bumped nose, coal black hair and crystal blue piercing eyes. Eyes that reveled what he was to a trained eye. He stood there one leg up on the fountain, his hands supporting his head. He stood there as the sun rose up in the sky. People started to walk by him but he didn't notice, he was to deep in his thoughts. But his servants didn't care, after all if he was talking he wasn't yelling at them, so they went on with their life as their lord, their master, the one that controlled everything they did, controlled how long they lived, pondered whether his life was worth living.
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Jon flew up the stairs, a prettyful white rose in his hand. He stopped in front of his guest's door and knocked.
"Come in." Christina called , Jon walked in to find the love of his life sitting on a chair by the window combing her hair. Her beautiful, auburn hair, oh how he wished he could wake up and have her by his side. He could picture it now. Her hair fanned out on the pillow, tickling his nose. Her crystal blue eyes hid by her eyelids fluttering open. She would rise and he would kiss her good morning and then they would go to breakfast. They would have children, wonderful playful children. And Jon would never have another care ever again. The world could be taken over by Baldwin as long as he had Christina by is side and she was happy.
"You look so beautiful." He murmured as he pulled her into a hug. " You are to beautiful for me to tell you the news I bear." He handed her the rose.
"Your to sweet." She cooed back to him, bringing the rose up to her nose. "Tell me the news, love. It won't break me."
" My scouts discovered the bodies of Cecila and her daughter. They were interrogated, than murdered."
Christina gasped. "Interrogated about what?" She murmured silent tears running down her face. "I don't know, love. I don't know." And she fell into his arms. He stood there holding her, letting her tears stain his shirt and memory. They stood there as the sun lowered in the west.
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Christina ran to her room dazed. 'OMG he kissed me. All my life I thought my first kiss would come from some baker's son but my first kiss came from a prince. A beautiful, handsome prince. Oh, I love life. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!!!' She flopped down on her bed and fell into a dream about her and Jon.
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A dark figure paced the court yard of Ballan Moor. If you could call it a court yard, it was merely a space full of sand, one could suppose it use to be beautiful with the marble fountain in the center. But now the marble was cracked and the twin horse statues upon it were no longer playful looking foals but demoniac stallions.
The dark figure walked over to a newly arrived being. This 'man' was slightly taller but not by much. Both were covered by long black cloaks which concealed their faces.
"Will did you find her?" The first man asked.
"No, my lord. We burned the village, killed her guardian and the guardian's daughter but we couldn't find her . We'll I mean we found her but we can't get to her. She is to well protected. My lord." The new figure spoke with a slight accent, a beautiful vampirac accent.
"What do you mean, can't get to her?" "She is being sheltered by Prince Jon of Deudreth. Though he doesn't know who she is or what she is, he has here watched constantly. Even when he is with her, sir." "Then we will just have to get her alone, either that or we storm the fort. Is there anything else?"
"No my lord." The vampire said with a bow of his head.
"Good, good. Well done, Bryan. You are dismissed." The vampire left. The lord walked over to the fountain and pulled off his hood reveling a slightly bumped nose, coal black hair and crystal blue piercing eyes. Eyes that reveled what he was to a trained eye. He stood there one leg up on the fountain, his hands supporting his head. He stood there as the sun rose up in the sky. People started to walk by him but he didn't notice, he was to deep in his thoughts. But his servants didn't care, after all if he was talking he wasn't yelling at them, so they went on with their life as their lord, their master, the one that controlled everything they did, controlled how long they lived, pondered whether his life was worth living.
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Jon flew up the stairs, a prettyful white rose in his hand. He stopped in front of his guest's door and knocked.
"Come in." Christina called , Jon walked in to find the love of his life sitting on a chair by the window combing her hair. Her beautiful, auburn hair, oh how he wished he could wake up and have her by his side. He could picture it now. Her hair fanned out on the pillow, tickling his nose. Her crystal blue eyes hid by her eyelids fluttering open. She would rise and he would kiss her good morning and then they would go to breakfast. They would have children, wonderful playful children. And Jon would never have another care ever again. The world could be taken over by Baldwin as long as he had Christina by is side and she was happy.
"You look so beautiful." He murmured as he pulled her into a hug. " You are to beautiful for me to tell you the news I bear." He handed her the rose.
"Your to sweet." She cooed back to him, bringing the rose up to her nose. "Tell me the news, love. It won't break me."
" My scouts discovered the bodies of Cecila and her daughter. They were interrogated, than murdered."
Christina gasped. "Interrogated about what?" She murmured silent tears running down her face. "I don't know, love. I don't know." And she fell into his arms. He stood there holding her, letting her tears stain his shirt and memory. They stood there as the sun lowered in the west.