Lady Keladry of Mindelan

A/N Yes, I am going to bore you do death. And I'll do this after for all of you who skip this part, just in case. a MAJOR THANKYOU to all of you who urged me on!! I wasn't sure if anyone would like it, but I can't believe it! 8 reviews since I last checked, which was like maybe about 9 hours ago. *hugs self* Ok. I'm not sure yet what I'll make it, Joren/Kel, Neal/Kel, or Cleon/Kel. I'm personally a major fan of Joren/Kel, because it's so unlikely in the books (especially sinces he's dead). But I'll try to keep my readers happy. I'm not quite sure where the stories going at this point, so I'm just going to write. Please review when this is done, I want to hear more about your ideas!! Oh, and I mostly write in third or second person, I'm not quite sure which. I switch from Kel to Joren to Neal to other ppl too, so don't get to confused!

Disclaimer: You all know the drill. Most of the charries don't belong to me, they belong to Tammy P., but if you don't recognize someone, then it belongs to me. Places also belong to her, but PLOT IS MINE! and it's original too.. u see all theses ones about Alanna going to the convent, but never about Kel going to the convent... Look at me, I'm off course already. So much for making this only a disclaimer, it might as well be another A/N. I'll quit babbling and start writing now. Read on!

Lady Keladry of Mindelan

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Kel paced the length of her room, knowing exactly how many steps it would take, one courner of her mind surpised that she hadn't already worn a rut in the floor. She kept going over the fight in her mind. Did she do the right thing, taking on a squire like that and showing her skills that soon? Should she have waited?

There was a knock at her door, and a timid maid peeked in.

"Excuse me milady, but would you like some help getting ready for the ball tonight?"

Kel stared at her in disbelief. A ball? Tonight? But she just arrived....

"Yes please."

The maid nodded and entered, curtsing. Together they found an appropeite dress and got her hair fixed up. The dress was a deep blue with silver embroidery in the shape of a flower. Her hair was in two braids and then piled in a neat circlet ontop of her head. She applied only some lip-paint and some eyeshadow, refusing to put on more. She then stood to head out for the ball.

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Neal of Queenscove paced along the halls of the palace, thinking about the display of earlier. How could a girl, and a beautiful girl at that, beat Joren of Stone Mountain? He wondered about it as he dressed for the ball in which he would be at, if only to watch the pretty girls.

He opened the door and was nearly hit on the face by a fist. Cleon stood there.

"Whoops Neal, I was meaning to knock, but you kinda opened the door."

He grinned sheepishly. Neal scowled.

"So are you going to the ball too?"

"Yeah, I want to see that girl again."

"Again? But you saw her on the practice courts--strange place for a girl-- and then you also saw her when she arrived."

Cleon snickered. "And what are you going for?"

"Er... ah.... that is...."

"I thought so." He grinned.

The two walked out the door and headed for the ball.

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Kel politely declined offers to dance, having danced till her feet were sore. She looked around the room and spotted a 'block of wood'. (A/N now who has been called that in social gatherings? Why Raoul of course! Is that spelt right? Where's my Page.... *looks in back* Yup, spelt write. I'll stop boring you know.) Wincing slightly, she stood and walked over to him, waiting till he realized she was there behind him.

"Hello milady. I don't believe I caught your name..."

"Kel. Lady Keladry of Mindelan, but I prefer Kel."

"Very well then Kel."

It was obvious he was trying to edge away, so, she threw some battle questions at him. (a/n *giggle*)

"What would you do if you were in a battle and they captured your horses in spidren webs? Recuse the horses by attacking the web or the spidrens or ignore your horses and let them be taken?"

He started, but relaxed. "I'd go recuse my horses of course. Probually go after the spidrens, you'd get better results-"

"Because the web would melt away when the spidren was dead. That's what I would do too."

Still talking about battle questions and such, they went over to a courner and continued to talk.

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Joren looked around the room, bored, and wishing despretly he could leave. He spotted some of the other squires who were standing in a group by the wall and walked over.

"Who here wishes they could leave?"

There were some raised eyebrows, but everyone raised their hand. Joren leaned against the wall.

"Me too. Maybe Queenscove can live off watching girls all day, but I can't."

To prove his point, Neal was out dancing and flirting with at least 5 girls. Joren smirked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm leaving."

He left, only to pace the gardens outside, finally sitting down on a bench.

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Kel and Raoul finally stopped talking, and she excused herself. After a last look around, she left, headed towards her rooms. Quickly changing from her gown to the breeches and shirt, she didn't put on the sword, but hid small throwing stars, daggers, and hide-knives on her legs, sleeves, and even one in her hair, which she covered with a kerchief.

Slipping out of the palace, she found a small gate with only one guard. Slowly opening the gate, she slipped between it, pressing herself against the wall while slowly closing the gate again. She headed down to the city, not taking a breath till she was away from the palace. She fingered an empty pouch at her waist, the coins she brought hidden inside her clothes instead of out in the open.

Passing quietly amoung the people of the city, a boy bumps into her. He straightens, bows, and says he hopes she was ok. She replied she was, and he went on his way. One hand went automatically to her waist where the pouch was, and she grinned when it wasn't there. Following the boy, she grinned again when he entered a alley. She stood at the entrance of it, watching him open the pouch and tip it, but nothing came out.

"Like my empty purse? I made sure it was empty before I strolled here. I'm not quite that stupid."

He started, dropping the pouch.

"Who are you? Why have you followed me?"

"Kel. I want to be a theif."

He stared at her. "You want? But nobody wants to be one, they have no choice."

"Call me nobody then. I want to become a theif. Now hurry up, i don't have all day you know."

After staring at her a little longer, he shrugged, stood, and lead her towards the Dancing Dove. Once there, she took a quick glance around before following the boy to the table by the fire, where a man and others were sitting in chairs and talking. The man in the throne-like chair looked up and smiled.

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A/N. I would continue, but I need help! I can't remember who the new King of Theives is, and I can't look it up in my books because I don't have them. Please either e mail me, or tell me in reviews. I thank you in advance! As soon as I get the name I'll continue the story. Now here's what I said I would post down here as well:

And I'll do this after for all of you who skip this part, just in case. a MAJOR THANKYOU to all of you who urged me on!! I wasn't sure if anyone would like it, but I can't believe it! 8 reviews since I last checked, which was like maybe about 9 hours ago. *hugs self* Ok. I'm not sure yet what I'll make it, Joren/Kel, Neal/Kel, or Cleon/Kel. I'm personally a major fan of Joren/Kel, because it's so unlikely in the books (especially sinces he's dead). But I'll try to keep my readers happy. I'm not quite sure where the stories going at this point, so I'm just going to write. Please review when this is done, I want to hear more about your ideas!!

Once again, Thank you everyone for reading my story!! This is only my second one... my first one fell apart, I'm glad this one is going on.

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