There he was, standing in front of her, the most handsome man Cosette had ever seen. Her eyes widened
"Hello," he said.
He couldn't be talking to her. Looked behind her, and finding no one he could be talking too she answered, "Hello,"
They stood in silence for a moment both staring at each other in awe. Words didn't seem to be necessary until he said, "Would you like to dance?"
This couldn't be happening to her. She nodded and slipped into his arms as the orchestra played a waltz. She felt as if she were in a dream, floating around a ball room in a handsome strangers arms. She looked up into his eyes, his lovely sapphire blue eyes. She felt as if she could stare into the blue forever. She barely noticed when he asked her her name. She was momentarily stricken, should she give her real name or should she make up one? "Cosette, " she said simply. "and yours?"
For a split second, puzzlement ran across his face, she didn't know he was? He thought ever female in the eastern lands knew who he was, the last unmarried Tortallan prince. "Jasson," he told her, "of Conte"
For a moment Cosette blinked at him. Wasn't Conte the royal house? That would mean............
Cosette's knees weaken and she dipped a little, "Are you all right?" Jasson asked,
"I just feel a little faint," she squeaked.
Concerned, he lead her through the dancers and on to the balcony. "The air will do you good," he told her, "Stay here, I'll get you a drink,"
Once her was gone Cosette put her fingers to her head. This could not be happening to her- it just could not. A prince, a prince of Tortall, had asked her, her to dance. She was just a maid, a servant masquerading as a court lady, and he, he was a prince to the most powerful country in the realm. He would probably hate her if he found out who she really was, sure she was technically a lady, but she hadn't a penny to her name. She was practically living on charity, or at least thats what her stepmother kept telling her. She wondered if her stepmother or stepsisters had seen her, and what they would do if they had. Cosette shuddered thinking about the beating she would most probably get if they saw her here.
Prince Jasson quickly returned with a glass of punch, "Here," he gave it to her, "Drink it, it will revive you,"
"Thank you," Cosette said giving him a small sip. It was fruity and had a hint of alcohol in it. Cosette put the glass down.
"I wouldn't have told you I was a prince if i knew that it would affect you so, "he told her.
Cosette shook her head, "No," she said, "I was just surprised"
"You're not from around here are you?" he asked.
"Yes. No-yes," she said, confused at what to say. "Well, in a way I am and in a way I'm not."
Jasson raised his eyebrows, "Very mysterious?" he joked.
Cosette relaxed and smiled up at him, "Yes it is,"
Questions plagued Jasson's mind he wanted to know everything about this girl. "Where are you from?"
"Well, I live in Corus," she told him. Suddenly over his shoulder Cosette saw her step-sister Adelaide coming out onto the balcony with another lady. Cosette gasped and moved closer to the prince so they wouldn't see her, "By the Gods," she whispered urgently, you can't let her see me!"
again its short but i added it quickly. whoa go me! thanks for reading (again assuming that you did read it) and please review!
"Hello," he said.
He couldn't be talking to her. Looked behind her, and finding no one he could be talking too she answered, "Hello,"
They stood in silence for a moment both staring at each other in awe. Words didn't seem to be necessary until he said, "Would you like to dance?"
This couldn't be happening to her. She nodded and slipped into his arms as the orchestra played a waltz. She felt as if she were in a dream, floating around a ball room in a handsome strangers arms. She looked up into his eyes, his lovely sapphire blue eyes. She felt as if she could stare into the blue forever. She barely noticed when he asked her her name. She was momentarily stricken, should she give her real name or should she make up one? "Cosette, " she said simply. "and yours?"
For a split second, puzzlement ran across his face, she didn't know he was? He thought ever female in the eastern lands knew who he was, the last unmarried Tortallan prince. "Jasson," he told her, "of Conte"
For a moment Cosette blinked at him. Wasn't Conte the royal house? That would mean............
Cosette's knees weaken and she dipped a little, "Are you all right?" Jasson asked,
"I just feel a little faint," she squeaked.
Concerned, he lead her through the dancers and on to the balcony. "The air will do you good," he told her, "Stay here, I'll get you a drink,"
Once her was gone Cosette put her fingers to her head. This could not be happening to her- it just could not. A prince, a prince of Tortall, had asked her, her to dance. She was just a maid, a servant masquerading as a court lady, and he, he was a prince to the most powerful country in the realm. He would probably hate her if he found out who she really was, sure she was technically a lady, but she hadn't a penny to her name. She was practically living on charity, or at least thats what her stepmother kept telling her. She wondered if her stepmother or stepsisters had seen her, and what they would do if they had. Cosette shuddered thinking about the beating she would most probably get if they saw her here.
Prince Jasson quickly returned with a glass of punch, "Here," he gave it to her, "Drink it, it will revive you,"
"Thank you," Cosette said giving him a small sip. It was fruity and had a hint of alcohol in it. Cosette put the glass down.
"I wouldn't have told you I was a prince if i knew that it would affect you so, "he told her.
Cosette shook her head, "No," she said, "I was just surprised"
"You're not from around here are you?" he asked.
"Yes. No-yes," she said, confused at what to say. "Well, in a way I am and in a way I'm not."
Jasson raised his eyebrows, "Very mysterious?" he joked.
Cosette relaxed and smiled up at him, "Yes it is,"
Questions plagued Jasson's mind he wanted to know everything about this girl. "Where are you from?"
"Well, I live in Corus," she told him. Suddenly over his shoulder Cosette saw her step-sister Adelaide coming out onto the balcony with another lady. Cosette gasped and moved closer to the prince so they wouldn't see her, "By the Gods," she whispered urgently, you can't let her see me!"
again its short but i added it quickly. whoa go me! thanks for reading (again assuming that you did read it) and please review!
