aquestion4.1 These aren't my characters. Except Matt. Blah, blah, blah. So don't sue me. K? Cool.

Matt was a fellow squire. Kel didn't know him well, but they had their rooms next to each other. He was tall, dark haired, much like his infamous brother, Alexander of Tirragen, who had been killed by Lady Alanna. So, when he started being friendly towards her, she thought nothing of it. Why should she not be friendly back? He had never done anything to her. Right?

Neal woke up to the clanging of the bell. 'That damn bell' he thought, groggily. Almost every morning, that bell woke him up. " I will not miss that." he muttered groggily. He dressed and opened the door to go to breakfast when the way to cheery Cleon came up and clappedhim on the back, hard.
"Rough night, buddy?" Cleon asked.
"That damn bell." Neal muttered again.
"I'll take that as a yes. Hey, are you going to the Midwinter ball?"
"Do we even have a choice?" Neal stated, still feeling sleepy.
"Good point. It should be fun, though. Come on, lets get to breakfast."

Preparations were taking place. The ball room looked grand, as it did every year. Things were going smoothly for Matt, too. His plan was fool proof.One thing must still be taken care of though. He must do something with Nealand Cleon very soon. Or he knew he would fail.