Dear Kel,
I miss you already. It hasn't stopped raining all night, so although I hate my tent, I'm glad I brought the gods-cursed thing after all. The people here are having trouble with a band of raiders, and they expect me to root them out. Me! I'm not sure I like having such responsibility thrust upon me, but there you have it. This is more your line of work, not mine. I anxiously await my return to the palace, a real bath and a chance to get properly dry. How is our Lady Knight? Not getting rusty I hope. Just teasing, you wouldn't know it was me if I were too nice. I am to begin the raider search with the village men tomorrow. Wish me luck,
-Neal
Neal looked over his letter; it was nice, but not overly so, perfect. There was no need to complicate things for Kel he had decided on his way here. What she doesn't know won't hurt her; it was for the best. Although, if that were so, then why did he feel as if his heart had been torn out of his chest?
Dear Neal,
I hope you are safe, and haven't gotten your silly head knocked in yet. You may not enjoy the responsibility, but that's part of being a knight, you know it as well as I do. I am NOT getting rusty, and I will hurt you when you least expect it for suggesting I am! It's lonely in the palace, no one to talk to. Owen and Lord Wyldon are due to arrive tomorrow. With that and you the day after, I suppose I have plenty to look forward to. Eat your vegetables!
-Kel
Kel sighed. She was exhausted after what seemed like an endless round of glaive practice and Shang exercises with Eda Bell. She was also exhausted from fighting off her powerful feelings for Neal. With every letter, she fell more and more in love with him. This was the third. She missed Neal's tart humor and his way of making almost anything seem funny. She was worried about Neal. He's a practiced knight; she scolded herself, same as you. All the same, she kissed the letter as she put it in the envelope.
"Mithros bless my love, come back to me safely"
Dear Kel,
We managed to root out the raider's camp. It was hard work, bloody and dirty. Now that we're done, I'm coming back to Corus. I hope you'll be there. I can't wait to see your face again! Who else would make me eat my vegetables? Or keep me out of trouble? When I get back, there is something I want to tell you. I can't say it in a letter, but I'll see you soon enough. Keep busy!
-Neal
Keep busy? What kind of an ending was that? Neal berated himself. I'll bet Cleon writes her fancy, poetic, love letters, calling her dewdrop and pearl. I'll bet she's only writing back out of courtesy. Well, Neal sighed mounting his horse; I'll know certain tomorrow.
Kel read Neal's letter and jumped out of her chair with excitement. He was coming home! She had just finished a short letter from Cleon, filled with information about Amelia of Mandash, his betrothed. If she had been thinking about it, she would have realized that there was no need to worry about Cleon, he was in love. But, Kel remembered bitterly, Neal falls for beauties. He doesn't think of me that way, and he never will. Just then, she heard the clattering of hooves outside. She ran to the window. Neal! She turned to run out of her rooms when her door crashed open. There he was, light brown hair mussed from the wind, dewed with sweat and green eyes gleaming with something Kel couldn't quite place.
"Kel," he began "I have to tell you something"
A/N Ooh cliffhanger!! Hahahaha! If you want more R+R please, I would like about 10 before I continue, also, does anyone know why it takes sooo long for chapters to load? Also if you have any ideas or constructive criticism that would be helpful.
I miss you already. It hasn't stopped raining all night, so although I hate my tent, I'm glad I brought the gods-cursed thing after all. The people here are having trouble with a band of raiders, and they expect me to root them out. Me! I'm not sure I like having such responsibility thrust upon me, but there you have it. This is more your line of work, not mine. I anxiously await my return to the palace, a real bath and a chance to get properly dry. How is our Lady Knight? Not getting rusty I hope. Just teasing, you wouldn't know it was me if I were too nice. I am to begin the raider search with the village men tomorrow. Wish me luck,
-Neal
Neal looked over his letter; it was nice, but not overly so, perfect. There was no need to complicate things for Kel he had decided on his way here. What she doesn't know won't hurt her; it was for the best. Although, if that were so, then why did he feel as if his heart had been torn out of his chest?
Dear Neal,
I hope you are safe, and haven't gotten your silly head knocked in yet. You may not enjoy the responsibility, but that's part of being a knight, you know it as well as I do. I am NOT getting rusty, and I will hurt you when you least expect it for suggesting I am! It's lonely in the palace, no one to talk to. Owen and Lord Wyldon are due to arrive tomorrow. With that and you the day after, I suppose I have plenty to look forward to. Eat your vegetables!
-Kel
Kel sighed. She was exhausted after what seemed like an endless round of glaive practice and Shang exercises with Eda Bell. She was also exhausted from fighting off her powerful feelings for Neal. With every letter, she fell more and more in love with him. This was the third. She missed Neal's tart humor and his way of making almost anything seem funny. She was worried about Neal. He's a practiced knight; she scolded herself, same as you. All the same, she kissed the letter as she put it in the envelope.
"Mithros bless my love, come back to me safely"
Dear Kel,
We managed to root out the raider's camp. It was hard work, bloody and dirty. Now that we're done, I'm coming back to Corus. I hope you'll be there. I can't wait to see your face again! Who else would make me eat my vegetables? Or keep me out of trouble? When I get back, there is something I want to tell you. I can't say it in a letter, but I'll see you soon enough. Keep busy!
-Neal
Keep busy? What kind of an ending was that? Neal berated himself. I'll bet Cleon writes her fancy, poetic, love letters, calling her dewdrop and pearl. I'll bet she's only writing back out of courtesy. Well, Neal sighed mounting his horse; I'll know certain tomorrow.
Kel read Neal's letter and jumped out of her chair with excitement. He was coming home! She had just finished a short letter from Cleon, filled with information about Amelia of Mandash, his betrothed. If she had been thinking about it, she would have realized that there was no need to worry about Cleon, he was in love. But, Kel remembered bitterly, Neal falls for beauties. He doesn't think of me that way, and he never will. Just then, she heard the clattering of hooves outside. She ran to the window. Neal! She turned to run out of her rooms when her door crashed open. There he was, light brown hair mussed from the wind, dewed with sweat and green eyes gleaming with something Kel couldn't quite place.
"Kel," he began "I have to tell you something"
A/N Ooh cliffhanger!! Hahahaha! If you want more R+R please, I would like about 10 before I continue, also, does anyone know why it takes sooo long for chapters to load? Also if you have any ideas or constructive criticism that would be helpful.