Cleon stood pacing his room. "how could I have been more stupid!"Cleon
yelled to himself. He was wearing a pair of tan breeches and a white shirt.
His tunic and hose were lying on his bed full of rips from the thorns. "All
I know is that I have to apologize to her. She's the last person that'd I'd
want to hurt." Cleon stared into the fireplace thinking. After a few
minutes Cleon ran over to his door and left. He headed over to the guest
wing where he knew Kel would be staying. He knocked on Ashling's, the lady
who was incharge of the guest's room, and ask for which room Keldary of
Mindelan was staying in. Ashling fished out her chart and told him room
number 13. Cleon thanked Ashling perfusely and headed towards Kel's room.
"Room number 13." Cleon took a deep breath and knocked softly. No answer. "Please answer Kel. Please." he murmurmed softly. After knocked serveral times he still got no answer. He was about to turn around when his conscience told him to open the door. Cleon debated with himself for several minutes before giving in. He reached for the doorknob and gently turned it. He heard it click. He let out a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. Cleon looked around the huge room before seeing a rumpled person lying half on top of the covers and half covering them. He slowly walked towards the giant bed and peered at the sleeping form. There lying in a nightdress that looked just as rumpled as the sheets was Kel. Her nightdress was hiked up to her mid thighs. Cleon had to breath in and out deeply. He could only star (?) at her long graceful legs that went up to perfect thighs that went up to...*STOP! THAT'S WRONG!* *But look at her, she looks so beautiful, so ..sexy.* "I said stop." Cleon slapped himself mentally. *I said that outloud!* Kel turned in her sleep, her legs getting more and more tangled up around her. "What was that Sir Lucas?" kel murmurmed softly. Cleon almost growled. Sir Lucas and Kel were.."together" ? Kel started talking again, "Sure ...ye...i wi...scanrans....driven...back...yes Sir Lucas...of...cours....ill get my men."Cleon breathed a sigh of relief. Cleon looked over at Kel. She was so beautiful without make up. Her long honey colored hair and blonde highlights from the sun. he couldn't believe that this was the girl, no woman that Neal could have married. *Oh wait until Neal finds out. He was in love with her at the ball. Oh if he finds out that this is Kel he'll have a heart attack for not marrying her!* Cleon mused. Cleon saw Kel's eyelids flutter. Her arms were bare to the shoulder. She was wearing a nightdress that had small straps, you could see her tan shoulders and neck. Her arms were strong but not muscular so that they were large and looked plump. (lol) Her hands were soft and delicate, surprising for someone who weiled a sword. Cleon heard her murmuring again and decided to leave. "I'll talk to you soon my dear." Cleon shut the door softly and headed back to his room.
Kel woke up just as Cleon left. She looked around the room waiting for someone to pop out and kill her. She breathed deeply and was about to back into her dream land of combat stragegies and weapons. She could have been sure that she had heard someone talking . *You're just imagining things.* Kel reassured herself once more and went back into her dream.
"Room number 13." Cleon took a deep breath and knocked softly. No answer. "Please answer Kel. Please." he murmurmed softly. After knocked serveral times he still got no answer. He was about to turn around when his conscience told him to open the door. Cleon debated with himself for several minutes before giving in. He reached for the doorknob and gently turned it. He heard it click. He let out a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. Cleon looked around the huge room before seeing a rumpled person lying half on top of the covers and half covering them. He slowly walked towards the giant bed and peered at the sleeping form. There lying in a nightdress that looked just as rumpled as the sheets was Kel. Her nightdress was hiked up to her mid thighs. Cleon had to breath in and out deeply. He could only star (?) at her long graceful legs that went up to perfect thighs that went up to...*STOP! THAT'S WRONG!* *But look at her, she looks so beautiful, so ..sexy.* "I said stop." Cleon slapped himself mentally. *I said that outloud!* Kel turned in her sleep, her legs getting more and more tangled up around her. "What was that Sir Lucas?" kel murmurmed softly. Cleon almost growled. Sir Lucas and Kel were.."together" ? Kel started talking again, "Sure ...ye...i wi...scanrans....driven...back...yes Sir Lucas...of...cours....ill get my men."Cleon breathed a sigh of relief. Cleon looked over at Kel. She was so beautiful without make up. Her long honey colored hair and blonde highlights from the sun. he couldn't believe that this was the girl, no woman that Neal could have married. *Oh wait until Neal finds out. He was in love with her at the ball. Oh if he finds out that this is Kel he'll have a heart attack for not marrying her!* Cleon mused. Cleon saw Kel's eyelids flutter. Her arms were bare to the shoulder. She was wearing a nightdress that had small straps, you could see her tan shoulders and neck. Her arms were strong but not muscular so that they were large and looked plump. (lol) Her hands were soft and delicate, surprising for someone who weiled a sword. Cleon heard her murmuring again and decided to leave. "I'll talk to you soon my dear." Cleon shut the door softly and headed back to his room.
Kel woke up just as Cleon left. She looked around the room waiting for someone to pop out and kill her. She breathed deeply and was about to back into her dream land of combat stragegies and weapons. She could have been sure that she had heard someone talking . *You're just imagining things.* Kel reassured herself once more and went back into her dream.