Lunch with Prince Liam was a chore. The young man was very considerate, well-mannered and handsome-but a child. There was no way he could be a powerful king. "I don't want to marry you," he admitted. Saea started.
"What do you mena?" she asked, relieved.
"You are too old for me. And I do not like the ocean," he shuddered. "I would hate having a palace that overlooked it." Saea was so relieved that she could kiss him. "Father knows," he answered her unspoken question.
Saea smiled. "He accepted it?"
"He had no choice, especailly because I knew you would refuse."
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Owen put his hand on his knight-master's shoulder. "You like the girl already. Boy, is she beautiful! With such melons..!"
"Owen, stop," Faleron sighed. It had only been one day since meeting the girl-Queen-the reminded himself, and already he was in love, or at least, in lust. She was his better in fighting, intelligent and beautiful, as well as kind and humble.
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The Queen lef the prince to think as she was grabbed from behind by a mage spell. Saea fainted.
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Two hours later Justine burst into the King's chambers, holding a parchment. "King Jonahan, I demand to know why you sercurity could not protect my Queen."
Jonathan sighed. "We have Searchers out now. We will find her, Soir Justine."
"You had better," she brandished her sword. "As Saea's second-in- command, I WILL declare war on Tortall. I promise you that. If you find her dead, it it YOUR head." She stalked out.
Jonathan turned worried eyes to his Queen. "She has every right to be angry. Our job is to protect visiting delagates, but instead she was magiced out of the palace," Thayet told her husband.
"I know." Jonathan put his head in his hands. "Call that Sir Faleron. He and the Queen seemed to be on speaking terms last night. Maybe he can help."
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Faleron arrived at a run. "Your job is to find Queen Saea," the King told his young knight. He nodded, bowed, and left.
"How are we gonna find her?" Owen asked. Faleron shook his head.
"She is a mage, maybe she can contact someone, somehow,' he replied.
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Saea struggled against her magical bonds. "Well Queen Saea, you are to marry me now," Duke Tario of Tusine spit on her face as he spoke. She kicked him in the shin.
"Ow, you little slut! But now your Sir Justine declares war on Tortall as I speak, if you have no safe return. You will marry me, Aruba will be mine, and then I shall kill you. Very neatly planned," he told her. She glared, using some of her Gift to send out a secret tracking spell. It was an unplanned spell, and hoped it reached someone.
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After twelve hours of searching Faleron was exhausted, but couldn't give up. "What in Mithros name..?" Faleron yelled as a wave of magic slapped him in the face. Owen looked up worridly, then grinned.
"A tracking spell. Prosper used one to help me get unlost, so the Stump would not find out," he said excitedly. "Just relax and let it pull you." Faleron obeyed, and was pulled to an old shop.
Inside was the battered body of the Queen, she was unconsious with bruises and welts. Faleron's fury grew. "Wel, if it isn't a little knight," the noble-looking man snarled, holding a sword.
"And his squire," Owen said cooly. The fight did not take too long. Faleron silently thanked Lord Wyldon for his years of traning as he carefully lifted the body of Queen saea onto his mount.
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Saea slowly opened her eyes. She saw many figures in the room: Duke Baird, King Jonathan, Sir Justine, Sir Faleron. She managed to smile weakly as Justine ran over to her side, tears in her green eyes.
"My queen, thank all the gods you live!" She gently hugged Saea, as the injured queen smiled.
"You didn't kill anyone?" Saea asked.
"Not for lack of trying," the king muttered as thayet jabbed him. She was allowed out of ehr bed for a short walk.
"Your recooperation will take a while. I hope you can manage in Tortall for a few months," Duke Baird commented.
"I am assigning you a bodyguard. Sir Faleron will assist and protect you," Jon nodded to the dark-haired knight.
"Thank you," Saea smiled.
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The two months passed quickly. Two weeks after her discovery, the men were prosecuted and killed. Owen took his ordeal of Knighthood and became prompty a bit more quiet.
"You leave tomorrow?" Faleron asked Saea as she packed. She nodded.
"Aruba needs me," she said, her voice caught in her throat. Faleron nodded, and left.
He wasn't there the next morning. Saea wanted to wait, but Justine insisted they leave. They did, as Faleron watched from his room, tears falling.
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Four months had passed. Justine was worried. Her Queen was already thin but had now lost about ten more pounds. She no longer fought quips about women being weak. "It is Sir Faleron, isn't it?" Justine asked. Saea nodded, hrn handed Justine a scroll.
"Send this to the King of Tortall as fast as you can."
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Six months later, Justine handed her a scroll. "This should cheer you up. It is from the King."
It read:
'Dear Queen Saea of Aruba,
By your request, Sir Faleron of King's Reach has been decided upon as a suitable husband for an alliance between out countries. He is not an heir to the throne, but a strong man who will assist your rule of Aruba. You have good taste in men, Cousin, my wife comments.
King Jonathan of Tortall'
Behind Justine stood faleron. "My king has demoted me to messenger servie," he said glumly. Saea gasped, he didn't know.
"You must read this, my Lord," she handed him the scroll. His eyes grew large as he read it, then kissed Saea soundly.
She smiled. "In Aruba, women always get what they desire."
~~The End~~
"What do you mena?" she asked, relieved.
"You are too old for me. And I do not like the ocean," he shuddered. "I would hate having a palace that overlooked it." Saea was so relieved that she could kiss him. "Father knows," he answered her unspoken question.
Saea smiled. "He accepted it?"
"He had no choice, especailly because I knew you would refuse."
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Owen put his hand on his knight-master's shoulder. "You like the girl already. Boy, is she beautiful! With such melons..!"
"Owen, stop," Faleron sighed. It had only been one day since meeting the girl-Queen-the reminded himself, and already he was in love, or at least, in lust. She was his better in fighting, intelligent and beautiful, as well as kind and humble.
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The Queen lef the prince to think as she was grabbed from behind by a mage spell. Saea fainted.
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Two hours later Justine burst into the King's chambers, holding a parchment. "King Jonahan, I demand to know why you sercurity could not protect my Queen."
Jonathan sighed. "We have Searchers out now. We will find her, Soir Justine."
"You had better," she brandished her sword. "As Saea's second-in- command, I WILL declare war on Tortall. I promise you that. If you find her dead, it it YOUR head." She stalked out.
Jonathan turned worried eyes to his Queen. "She has every right to be angry. Our job is to protect visiting delagates, but instead she was magiced out of the palace," Thayet told her husband.
"I know." Jonathan put his head in his hands. "Call that Sir Faleron. He and the Queen seemed to be on speaking terms last night. Maybe he can help."
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Faleron arrived at a run. "Your job is to find Queen Saea," the King told his young knight. He nodded, bowed, and left.
"How are we gonna find her?" Owen asked. Faleron shook his head.
"She is a mage, maybe she can contact someone, somehow,' he replied.
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Saea struggled against her magical bonds. "Well Queen Saea, you are to marry me now," Duke Tario of Tusine spit on her face as he spoke. She kicked him in the shin.
"Ow, you little slut! But now your Sir Justine declares war on Tortall as I speak, if you have no safe return. You will marry me, Aruba will be mine, and then I shall kill you. Very neatly planned," he told her. She glared, using some of her Gift to send out a secret tracking spell. It was an unplanned spell, and hoped it reached someone.
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After twelve hours of searching Faleron was exhausted, but couldn't give up. "What in Mithros name..?" Faleron yelled as a wave of magic slapped him in the face. Owen looked up worridly, then grinned.
"A tracking spell. Prosper used one to help me get unlost, so the Stump would not find out," he said excitedly. "Just relax and let it pull you." Faleron obeyed, and was pulled to an old shop.
Inside was the battered body of the Queen, she was unconsious with bruises and welts. Faleron's fury grew. "Wel, if it isn't a little knight," the noble-looking man snarled, holding a sword.
"And his squire," Owen said cooly. The fight did not take too long. Faleron silently thanked Lord Wyldon for his years of traning as he carefully lifted the body of Queen saea onto his mount.
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Saea slowly opened her eyes. She saw many figures in the room: Duke Baird, King Jonathan, Sir Justine, Sir Faleron. She managed to smile weakly as Justine ran over to her side, tears in her green eyes.
"My queen, thank all the gods you live!" She gently hugged Saea, as the injured queen smiled.
"You didn't kill anyone?" Saea asked.
"Not for lack of trying," the king muttered as thayet jabbed him. She was allowed out of ehr bed for a short walk.
"Your recooperation will take a while. I hope you can manage in Tortall for a few months," Duke Baird commented.
"I am assigning you a bodyguard. Sir Faleron will assist and protect you," Jon nodded to the dark-haired knight.
"Thank you," Saea smiled.
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The two months passed quickly. Two weeks after her discovery, the men were prosecuted and killed. Owen took his ordeal of Knighthood and became prompty a bit more quiet.
"You leave tomorrow?" Faleron asked Saea as she packed. She nodded.
"Aruba needs me," she said, her voice caught in her throat. Faleron nodded, and left.
He wasn't there the next morning. Saea wanted to wait, but Justine insisted they leave. They did, as Faleron watched from his room, tears falling.
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Four months had passed. Justine was worried. Her Queen was already thin but had now lost about ten more pounds. She no longer fought quips about women being weak. "It is Sir Faleron, isn't it?" Justine asked. Saea nodded, hrn handed Justine a scroll.
"Send this to the King of Tortall as fast as you can."
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Six months later, Justine handed her a scroll. "This should cheer you up. It is from the King."
It read:
'Dear Queen Saea of Aruba,
By your request, Sir Faleron of King's Reach has been decided upon as a suitable husband for an alliance between out countries. He is not an heir to the throne, but a strong man who will assist your rule of Aruba. You have good taste in men, Cousin, my wife comments.
King Jonathan of Tortall'
Behind Justine stood faleron. "My king has demoted me to messenger servie," he said glumly. Saea gasped, he didn't know.
"You must read this, my Lord," she handed him the scroll. His eyes grew large as he read it, then kissed Saea soundly.
She smiled. "In Aruba, women always get what they desire."
~~The End~~