Alright this is chap 2. Do you really like this story? If so, tell me!
"Hold still, please, miss!" Alanna was being fitted for her new dress. There was to be a ball and she had to get a new dress. "I am holding still, she protested.
"As still as if you've about a dozen mice in your drawers," the seamstress replied dryly. Alanna had to admit that this was the prettiest dress she had ever owned. Yards and yards of light purple silk, contrasting beautifully with her eyes. The dress had a low-neck line trimmed in violet. It was so long that she had to pick it up when she walked. The sleeves were light and loose, like the sleeves of the shirt she wore into the city. It fitted tightly up to her waist, and then gave way to a full bouncy skirt. Alanna got a little spurt of excitement even if she was just trying it on.
The seamstress gave a designated sigh. "Your free, lass. Just try not to dirty your self too much before the ball." Alanna leapt off the stool and rushed out the door.
'Why am I so attracted to her?' The Prince was in am extremely boring meeting on the spring crops. He had a piece of paper on which was supposed to be his notes on the meeting, but instead was covered in pictures of a small, slim, red-headed, purple eyed someone. The drawings were of her in all the outfits Jon could imagine her in. From her winter attire to-(go away all you kids!) almost nude. He would see her again tonight at the ball. He had heard that Lady Alanna had the most beautiful dress. Jon thought she would look fabulous in rags. Especially if the rags were very few...
Not far away Gary and Raoul were thinking almost the exact same thought as the Prince. Along with every other boy in the palace. For some reason Alanna had taken the male population by storm. They went out of their way to be especially friendly to her. Alanna had not a clue why. She enjoyed having male friends however. The daughters at the convent had not allowed males to enter, unless on very important business.
At this moment, however, boys were the last things on her mind. She had exactly an hour to get ready. She pulled the dress from where it hangs. She slipped it on, felling excitement growing inside her. She had never liked social occasions, but this seemed like it would be fun. She had the dress on. Alanna looked in the mirror and frowned. Something was missing. She eyed her hair scrutinatly. She brought her hands up and placed all her long copper curls on top of her head. That looked better, but no way could she fix it so it would look nice and also stay put. She rang for the seamstress.
Exactly 45 minutes later she emerged from her room looking absolutely stunning. Her hair was piled up on her head, (thanks to the seamstress) and just a tint of light purple eye shadow could be seen on her lids. Her lips seemed brighter then usual and there was a tinge of blush in her cheeks. Alanna walked daintily in her little slippers down to the Hall feeling confident.
The sight that greeted her was certainly not what she had suspected. She guessed that she was well liked but not like this. Almost every young male in the hall has stood up when she walked in. They were now standing with their mouths open, gaping at her. The Prince spotted her as soon as she walked in and hurried down to give her his arm. She took it and left with him in the direction of the Royal Table, with jealous muttering and angry glares following Jonathan.
"Why are they staring so?" she asked Jon, wondering if her dress was crooked or something like that. He turned to her, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Lady Alanna, you look positively stunning." She blushed. After the dinner was over, Jon once again offered his arm this time to dance. She took it and they glided on to the dance floor.
One of the few feminine talents she had mastered was dancing. Alanna was as graceful as a swan when she was on the dance floor. As Jon held her in his arms, he was surprised. Lady Alanna was irritable and clumsy normally. He looked down at her and was surprised to see that she was smiling up at him.
"You're surprised I can dance this well?" she said with just a hint of sadness in her unnaturally soft voice. Almost as if she was close to tear. He looked more closely and saw that what ever he had just seen was now going, and she was looking at him with an amused, daring sort of a look.
As he leaned down close to whisper his answer in her ear, she turned her head to see what was happening in the far corner of the ballroom. As he began to whisper, however, as she whipped her head around to see what was tickling her ear? As she did so, Alanna's lips brushed Jon's. They stood like that for what seemed like hours to Alanna. Jon with sort of a calm excitement in his eyes, and Alanna with rear in hers.
"Um...right...well...I'm kinda thirsty. How 'bout you?" she said with false cheeriness in her scared voice. Jon stared. "What? She asked angrily.
"Uh...nothing."
"So...are you thirsty or not?"
"Uh-yeah. I am. Lets go." They got their drinks and Alanna wandered of to visit with Thom. Jon watched her thinking. Why had she acted scared like that? Most girls would die to kiss him. He watched her slim body shake with laughter at one of Rauol's dumb jokes. He could see Gary and Raoul watching her with interest; while Thom watched the two with amusement.
As a new song struck up, he watched Gary ask Alanna to dance. She accepted, curtseying most gracefully, except for the little wobble at the end. He watched Gary sweep her out on the dance floor. He could tell even at a distance that Gary was distinctly surprised at her grace on the floor. Alanna danced with Raoul and a number of other young men.
On the last dance however, she found herself in the arms of a man she didn't expect at all. She gazed up into George's twinkling hazel eyes, shining with pleasure, as she stared at him dumbstruck.
"I suppose I should take advantage of you being speechless, seeing as it doesn't happen very often," he said teasingly.
"George! What are you doing here? There are King's Men all around here! What if they catch you? You never answered me about why you were here, so go on, answer me!"
"Youngling, I would have answered you if you had given me a chance. I came here to talk to Thom about something. I see I can't say how awful you look in a dress, or it would be the biggest lie I would ever tell in me whole life. You look marvelous, lass."
"Well thank you...but what are you talking about to Tho-" she was cut off as they switched partners. Alanna found herself once again in the arms of Prince Jonathan.
"Well...we meet again, Lady Alanna," he said smoothly.
"Yes...I suppose we do," she replied, rather stiffly, Jon thought. They danced for the remainder of the song, although Alanna was rather rigid in his arms. As soon as the ball had ended, Alanna fled from the room. She ran pell-mell all the way to her rooms. She hurried inside and bolted the door. Staring at the bolt, she turned around and sank onto the floor, breathing hard. She supposed this was from rimming all the , but something inside said different.
Alright folks that's the end of chapter 2. I hope you like this story. It's my first one so be nice. I'll have the next one up as soon as humanly possible.
"Hold still, please, miss!" Alanna was being fitted for her new dress. There was to be a ball and she had to get a new dress. "I am holding still, she protested.
"As still as if you've about a dozen mice in your drawers," the seamstress replied dryly. Alanna had to admit that this was the prettiest dress she had ever owned. Yards and yards of light purple silk, contrasting beautifully with her eyes. The dress had a low-neck line trimmed in violet. It was so long that she had to pick it up when she walked. The sleeves were light and loose, like the sleeves of the shirt she wore into the city. It fitted tightly up to her waist, and then gave way to a full bouncy skirt. Alanna got a little spurt of excitement even if she was just trying it on.
The seamstress gave a designated sigh. "Your free, lass. Just try not to dirty your self too much before the ball." Alanna leapt off the stool and rushed out the door.
'Why am I so attracted to her?' The Prince was in am extremely boring meeting on the spring crops. He had a piece of paper on which was supposed to be his notes on the meeting, but instead was covered in pictures of a small, slim, red-headed, purple eyed someone. The drawings were of her in all the outfits Jon could imagine her in. From her winter attire to-(go away all you kids!) almost nude. He would see her again tonight at the ball. He had heard that Lady Alanna had the most beautiful dress. Jon thought she would look fabulous in rags. Especially if the rags were very few...
Not far away Gary and Raoul were thinking almost the exact same thought as the Prince. Along with every other boy in the palace. For some reason Alanna had taken the male population by storm. They went out of their way to be especially friendly to her. Alanna had not a clue why. She enjoyed having male friends however. The daughters at the convent had not allowed males to enter, unless on very important business.
At this moment, however, boys were the last things on her mind. She had exactly an hour to get ready. She pulled the dress from where it hangs. She slipped it on, felling excitement growing inside her. She had never liked social occasions, but this seemed like it would be fun. She had the dress on. Alanna looked in the mirror and frowned. Something was missing. She eyed her hair scrutinatly. She brought her hands up and placed all her long copper curls on top of her head. That looked better, but no way could she fix it so it would look nice and also stay put. She rang for the seamstress.
Exactly 45 minutes later she emerged from her room looking absolutely stunning. Her hair was piled up on her head, (thanks to the seamstress) and just a tint of light purple eye shadow could be seen on her lids. Her lips seemed brighter then usual and there was a tinge of blush in her cheeks. Alanna walked daintily in her little slippers down to the Hall feeling confident.
The sight that greeted her was certainly not what she had suspected. She guessed that she was well liked but not like this. Almost every young male in the hall has stood up when she walked in. They were now standing with their mouths open, gaping at her. The Prince spotted her as soon as she walked in and hurried down to give her his arm. She took it and left with him in the direction of the Royal Table, with jealous muttering and angry glares following Jonathan.
"Why are they staring so?" she asked Jon, wondering if her dress was crooked or something like that. He turned to her, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Lady Alanna, you look positively stunning." She blushed. After the dinner was over, Jon once again offered his arm this time to dance. She took it and they glided on to the dance floor.
One of the few feminine talents she had mastered was dancing. Alanna was as graceful as a swan when she was on the dance floor. As Jon held her in his arms, he was surprised. Lady Alanna was irritable and clumsy normally. He looked down at her and was surprised to see that she was smiling up at him.
"You're surprised I can dance this well?" she said with just a hint of sadness in her unnaturally soft voice. Almost as if she was close to tear. He looked more closely and saw that what ever he had just seen was now going, and she was looking at him with an amused, daring sort of a look.
As he leaned down close to whisper his answer in her ear, she turned her head to see what was happening in the far corner of the ballroom. As he began to whisper, however, as she whipped her head around to see what was tickling her ear? As she did so, Alanna's lips brushed Jon's. They stood like that for what seemed like hours to Alanna. Jon with sort of a calm excitement in his eyes, and Alanna with rear in hers.
"Um...right...well...I'm kinda thirsty. How 'bout you?" she said with false cheeriness in her scared voice. Jon stared. "What? She asked angrily.
"Uh...nothing."
"So...are you thirsty or not?"
"Uh-yeah. I am. Lets go." They got their drinks and Alanna wandered of to visit with Thom. Jon watched her thinking. Why had she acted scared like that? Most girls would die to kiss him. He watched her slim body shake with laughter at one of Rauol's dumb jokes. He could see Gary and Raoul watching her with interest; while Thom watched the two with amusement.
As a new song struck up, he watched Gary ask Alanna to dance. She accepted, curtseying most gracefully, except for the little wobble at the end. He watched Gary sweep her out on the dance floor. He could tell even at a distance that Gary was distinctly surprised at her grace on the floor. Alanna danced with Raoul and a number of other young men.
On the last dance however, she found herself in the arms of a man she didn't expect at all. She gazed up into George's twinkling hazel eyes, shining with pleasure, as she stared at him dumbstruck.
"I suppose I should take advantage of you being speechless, seeing as it doesn't happen very often," he said teasingly.
"George! What are you doing here? There are King's Men all around here! What if they catch you? You never answered me about why you were here, so go on, answer me!"
"Youngling, I would have answered you if you had given me a chance. I came here to talk to Thom about something. I see I can't say how awful you look in a dress, or it would be the biggest lie I would ever tell in me whole life. You look marvelous, lass."
"Well thank you...but what are you talking about to Tho-" she was cut off as they switched partners. Alanna found herself once again in the arms of Prince Jonathan.
"Well...we meet again, Lady Alanna," he said smoothly.
"Yes...I suppose we do," she replied, rather stiffly, Jon thought. They danced for the remainder of the song, although Alanna was rather rigid in his arms. As soon as the ball had ended, Alanna fled from the room. She ran pell-mell all the way to her rooms. She hurried inside and bolted the door. Staring at the bolt, she turned around and sank onto the floor, breathing hard. She supposed this was from rimming all the , but something inside said different.
Alright folks that's the end of chapter 2. I hope you like this story. It's my first one so be nice. I'll have the next one up as soon as humanly possible.