Winter Wonderland
Okay, more of you want another Neal/Kel fic, so I came up with this one. I love twisted stories, so don't be
surprised if this one twists too. I'm bad. So bad. Here's another series... (Next line finishes the sentence)
By Magelet
Winter for the squires in training this year was a fairly quiet and peaceful one. Kel was out ice-skating the length
of the frozen pond. Raoul, her knight-master was paying a long several-week visit to the king, and she had plenty of free
time. She felt two strong hands grasp her waist suddenly, she hadn't heard anyone or seen anyone, but since Cleon was the
only one who did so to her, she ignored him and sped up. She had broken his arm once by not thinking and flipping him; she
didn't want that to happen again.
"Hey Kel, slow down a bit." Said a voice behind her. She came to a total halt. It was Neal, not Cleon. She pivoted,
turning to face him, but lightly so that his hands remained around her waist.
"I'm sorry, Neal. I thought that you were Cleon." She apologized, looking down at her skated, he had not released his
hold of her, and she was blushing slightly.
"That's okay. I've been meaning to talk to you though, and now seemed like a good time. I want to show you some place
where we can talk. He lead her off the pond, where they removed their ice skates, then took her to the Royal Forest. "Close
your eyes." He ordered gently. When she obliged, he took her gloved hand in his and led her into a small clearing. "Open your
eyes now." He whispered into her ear. She shivered and opened them, gasping as she did.
"Neal," she breathed, "it's beautiful."
"Just like you." He murmured in her ear, his warm breath tickling her. He slipped his arms around her as she shivered
again. "Are you cold? We can go inside if you'd like." His voice was worried.
"No, I'm fine. I'm just glad to be with you." She leaned against him; "Cleon won't listen to me. He thinks I still
like him. You believe me, don't you?" he turned her head slightly. He wasn't as tall as Cleon, who was a stubborn three
inches taller, but he was her own height.
"I believe you, Kel. I really do." His heart beat increased
"Is something wrong Neal?"
"No, not really. Yeah, kind of. Have you seen Joren looking at you the last few days?" his voice tightened a bit.
"It's odd; he keeps staring at you."
"Yes, but I ignored him. Why'd you bring him up?" she squirmed slightly in her best friend's grasp. "Can't we speak
on a different topic and enjoy this?" she thought for a moment, "But he would fit in here. When he came back as a squire,
when we were pages, it seems like so long ago, remember how he was dressed? Like an ice prince." Kel frowned, "Anyway,"
"Kel, I'm glad you remember that." He said solemnly, then quickly said, "That proves that you have a good memory, you
being an ancient squire and all. Yes, I remember way back when we were pages, no not two years ago, twenty!" he teased in a
musing tone. Kel elbowed him gently in the stomach and met his hard muscles, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel it; she
could feel her best friend flinch.
"Oh? Can't take an elbow to the stomach? Are you getting weak Neal?" she asked, turning and pushing him down. His
arms still around her, he fell, pulling her down too.
"Really? Well now, let's see about that!" he turned it into a sparring match in the shallow snow of the meadow.
Kel won, pinning Neal down with her knees and hands. She leaned right down in his face and said in a panting whisper,
"So, was I right?" he didn't answer right away, but looked deep into her hazel eyes, his emerald ones searching. He lifted
his head slightly and kissed her gently and with a conceding air, agreeing with her. She let him kiss her, not quite knowing
how to react.
When he laid his head back down she rolled off him and stood up, her head humming. It was over with Cleon, but she
still liked him, she knew Roald liked her, but didn't want to say anything, and really couldn't because of the Yamani princess
that he was to marry. Most of her friends gave her glances that clearly said 'I like you': including Faleron, Owen, Merric
and Seaver. It was odd, but she just ignored them. Now Neal had kissed her and she was exuberant, but she did feel a bit bad
at him having done it right after she and Cleon had broken off their relationship. Her thoughts were cut off by Neal who came
over to her.
"I'm sorry, Kel. I shouldn't have kissed you. Can you forgive me?" he glanced at her, shifting his gaze from the
ground.
Kel thought quickly. "How could I forgive you Neal?" she asked harshly then smiled broadly at his hurt expression,
"I didn't think you did anything wrong, so how could I forgive you for something you didn't do?" she asked innocently. Neal
gave a relieved sigh, stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you Kel. And I don't ever want you to think or even suspect otherwise, all right?" he asked her, turning her
head and kissing her gently on the nose. She giggled, steam rising from where her breath hit the air. "Never forget that this
is our spot. Our place to hide from the world. Just the two of us." Kel nodded, looking at his emerald eyes - was that a
trace of blue she saw? It couldn't be, so she leaned her head against her best-friends solid chest. "And Kel?" she looked up
at his face, "Never talk about this place except when we're in it. Not anywhere else and to no one, not even to me." If Kel
thought that this was odd, she didn't show it. Neal sighed contentedly and hugged her tight. "Let's go back now, before we
freeze!" And they trudged out of the Royal Forest.
Okay, more of you want another Neal/Kel fic, so I came up with this one. I love twisted stories, so don't be
surprised if this one twists too. I'm bad. So bad. Here's another series... (Next line finishes the sentence)
By Magelet
Winter for the squires in training this year was a fairly quiet and peaceful one. Kel was out ice-skating the length
of the frozen pond. Raoul, her knight-master was paying a long several-week visit to the king, and she had plenty of free
time. She felt two strong hands grasp her waist suddenly, she hadn't heard anyone or seen anyone, but since Cleon was the
only one who did so to her, she ignored him and sped up. She had broken his arm once by not thinking and flipping him; she
didn't want that to happen again.
"Hey Kel, slow down a bit." Said a voice behind her. She came to a total halt. It was Neal, not Cleon. She pivoted,
turning to face him, but lightly so that his hands remained around her waist.
"I'm sorry, Neal. I thought that you were Cleon." She apologized, looking down at her skated, he had not released his
hold of her, and she was blushing slightly.
"That's okay. I've been meaning to talk to you though, and now seemed like a good time. I want to show you some place
where we can talk. He lead her off the pond, where they removed their ice skates, then took her to the Royal Forest. "Close
your eyes." He ordered gently. When she obliged, he took her gloved hand in his and led her into a small clearing. "Open your
eyes now." He whispered into her ear. She shivered and opened them, gasping as she did.
"Neal," she breathed, "it's beautiful."
"Just like you." He murmured in her ear, his warm breath tickling her. He slipped his arms around her as she shivered
again. "Are you cold? We can go inside if you'd like." His voice was worried.
"No, I'm fine. I'm just glad to be with you." She leaned against him; "Cleon won't listen to me. He thinks I still
like him. You believe me, don't you?" he turned her head slightly. He wasn't as tall as Cleon, who was a stubborn three
inches taller, but he was her own height.
"I believe you, Kel. I really do." His heart beat increased
"Is something wrong Neal?"
"No, not really. Yeah, kind of. Have you seen Joren looking at you the last few days?" his voice tightened a bit.
"It's odd; he keeps staring at you."
"Yes, but I ignored him. Why'd you bring him up?" she squirmed slightly in her best friend's grasp. "Can't we speak
on a different topic and enjoy this?" she thought for a moment, "But he would fit in here. When he came back as a squire,
when we were pages, it seems like so long ago, remember how he was dressed? Like an ice prince." Kel frowned, "Anyway,"
"Kel, I'm glad you remember that." He said solemnly, then quickly said, "That proves that you have a good memory, you
being an ancient squire and all. Yes, I remember way back when we were pages, no not two years ago, twenty!" he teased in a
musing tone. Kel elbowed him gently in the stomach and met his hard muscles, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel it; she
could feel her best friend flinch.
"Oh? Can't take an elbow to the stomach? Are you getting weak Neal?" she asked, turning and pushing him down. His
arms still around her, he fell, pulling her down too.
"Really? Well now, let's see about that!" he turned it into a sparring match in the shallow snow of the meadow.
Kel won, pinning Neal down with her knees and hands. She leaned right down in his face and said in a panting whisper,
"So, was I right?" he didn't answer right away, but looked deep into her hazel eyes, his emerald ones searching. He lifted
his head slightly and kissed her gently and with a conceding air, agreeing with her. She let him kiss her, not quite knowing
how to react.
When he laid his head back down she rolled off him and stood up, her head humming. It was over with Cleon, but she
still liked him, she knew Roald liked her, but didn't want to say anything, and really couldn't because of the Yamani princess
that he was to marry. Most of her friends gave her glances that clearly said 'I like you': including Faleron, Owen, Merric
and Seaver. It was odd, but she just ignored them. Now Neal had kissed her and she was exuberant, but she did feel a bit bad
at him having done it right after she and Cleon had broken off their relationship. Her thoughts were cut off by Neal who came
over to her.
"I'm sorry, Kel. I shouldn't have kissed you. Can you forgive me?" he glanced at her, shifting his gaze from the
ground.
Kel thought quickly. "How could I forgive you Neal?" she asked harshly then smiled broadly at his hurt expression,
"I didn't think you did anything wrong, so how could I forgive you for something you didn't do?" she asked innocently. Neal
gave a relieved sigh, stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you Kel. And I don't ever want you to think or even suspect otherwise, all right?" he asked her, turning her
head and kissing her gently on the nose. She giggled, steam rising from where her breath hit the air. "Never forget that this
is our spot. Our place to hide from the world. Just the two of us." Kel nodded, looking at his emerald eyes - was that a
trace of blue she saw? It couldn't be, so she leaned her head against her best-friends solid chest. "And Kel?" she looked up
at his face, "Never talk about this place except when we're in it. Not anywhere else and to no one, not even to me." If Kel
thought that this was odd, she didn't show it. Neal sighed contentedly and hugged her tight. "Let's go back now, before we
freeze!" And they trudged out of the Royal Forest.