A/n: My dear, dear reviewers. I am so sorry about the long wait. It's the
tests, I say! Near the finals, now.. -_-'
D: Anything that you recognize is not mine!
~Huai-DA (random word)~
Tall Freak ~ I know who you are! *squeal* well, it wound be kinda obvious, since you just said so in my face the other day.-_-'. :D Tavia ~ sorry x3, eek! Days past by so fast! Thanks for getting me off my lazy butt! Sophie ellington ~ wow, I actually got recommended? First time! Thankz for the comment, its so encouraging!!! ^_^ Fufie ~ eek! Must find a good excuse! ^_^ English teachers are strict! Poor you ( Fairytales101 ~ -_-' sorry! I tried uploading it, but all of a sudden, the site has a problem! Sorry! Cheler ~ suppose to be bad, I guess. People those days didn't like stuff that they didn't understand, I guess they didn't like the idea of half human and half fish. It's sort of similar to the supernatural-fearing people. Lady Arianna ~ stepmother pryde!!! Too much sugar. A Reviewer ~ thankz!!!
The First Ball
Karla, at that time, decided to go as an anonymous guest. She would be of equal level as anyone else. Nobody would insult or praise her. She would be silent, a shadow in the ball. Quickly, she caught the prince's shoulder as he started to exit.
"Um.sorry, I don't think I'd be able to come, sir," she mumbled, facing the ground.
The prince was confused for a moment, but he soon recovered.
"May I ask why?"
"My aunt just caught a contagious illness in the village. My parents arranged for me to meet them there.on the day of the dance! Sorry, sir."
The prince frowned for a moment.
"If any family member is ill, I have no right to interfere with their private meetings. May your aunt get well soon. By the way, my name's Marls Chianti Daiken Naomi III (A/n: What kind of name is that?! It is weird.well, I had to be original! I'm not a good name-maker.-_-' as you may have noticed). Never mind about that, just call me Marc; it's simpler and Marls just sounds weird. He lowered his voice and looked around) Do you happen to go by the ocean much?"
Karla peered into the turquoise eyes and spotted a flicker of recognition. Nervously, she placed her hands behind her back and twisted them. She shook her head, making her eyes wide and innocent. The prince frowned again, shook his head, and looked back at her.
"Well, I have to get back to the hall, my parents want me to meet someone. Must be another one of those princesses. (he shivered)"
She watched as he strolled off, pretending to go back to work. When he was out of sight, she whirled around and followed. As she turned the corner, the door connecting to the great hall closed quietly. She managed to sneak behind the royal thrones and looked over. Bugles honked as a voice shouted.
"King Proem and his daughter, Princess Karla!"
The real Karla clutched the back of the throne tightly, eyes wide. There, on the floor before her, stood the princess. Wearing a silver tiara, her black waist-length hair flowed gently down her back. The silver gown, which she was wearing, accented her figure and slim waist. It also helped bring out her shimmering silver eyes. Carefully, the princess smiled shyly at the prince, who stared at her. Karla hoped that he would keep silent about her, so that the King wouldn't notice anything weird.
After a few seconds, the prince flashed an unsure smile at the princess and gave an elegant bow.
"Nice to meet you Princess Karla, I hope your trip here has been comfortable?"
"Oh, it quite was. I just came to attend that homecoming balls of yours and to give you warm wishes. (she fluttered her eye lashes and Karla blanched). I expect it to be quite extraordinary."
"Uh, yeah.sorry, princess. Yes, I also expect the same results," he said formally.
Two strong hand gripped Karla's shoulders. Quickly, she was bonded with a gag and dragged off. The prince heard the thump when Karla's body fell onto the floor and stepped closer. Her kidnapper stiffened and pulled her close. She could feel the bulging biceps on his arm and knew that this was no weak attacker. (A/n: Mel, do not laugh. gosh, give me some credit! I'm actually describing someone.=D)
"Excuse me, princess."
The prince went to the place behind the thrones and scanned the area.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Several minutes passed before Marc turned around and headed back into the hall. Meanwhile, the mysterious man took Karla along with him as he exited the castle and entered a wealthy cottage.
As soon as she turned around, Karla released a gasp of surprise. Right there, before her, was Fawner! He shook the silvery gray hair out of his amethyst eyes and gazed at her. She heard the mumbling of a spell and was too weak to defend herself. Suddenly, she felt an odd tingle about her. Looking up, she didn't realize how handsome the man before her was. Why, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen! Karla picked herself up and shook her head.
"Where am I?"
He gently took her in his arms and sat down in a polished wooden chair.
"You, my dear, is Countess Jaclyn and I am Count Fawner. You tripped over that ridge over there and hit your head with a rock. Are you well?"
"Yes, I'm sure," said Karla (now I am going to start calling her Jaclyn), she knew that she'd heard Fawner somewhere before.
"Have we met before, Mr. Fawner?"
"Why of course! You're my once and only true love!"
He looked at her with faked surprise.
"Yes, I suppose so."
He cautiously picked her up and led her into a bedroom decorated with silvery blue curtains, and midnight blue wallpaper. He gently placed her down in the incredibly soft bed covers and covered her with them. (A/n: I feel sleepy.)
"Sleep well, my dear, the prince is having a ball tomorrow. You and I must attend."
"Yes, yes I will. Good night to you too, sweet dreams."
Fawner bent down and kissed Jaclyn. Soothingly, he smoothed her hair and went to the other side of the bed to sleep. She heard the even breathing of her 'so-called' husband and wondered. The kiss hadn't felt right, it was missing something. Something.she couldn't think right then. Gently, she closed her eyes and fell into opal darkness as sleep overtook her.
Tomorrow ~
Jaclyn woke up early, but was mildly surprised to find that Fawner had woken before her. Quickly, she dressed in a black gown and stepped down the stairs. There, Fawner met her with a short kiss and explained to her that he needed to go to work and would be back to pick her up for the ball. Jaclyn nodded understandingly and watched as her husband drove the carriage down the road.
She went inside the cottage and looked around. She remembered nothing at all! Was this really the place where she once lived? She glanced at the great oak table and spotted a velvet box. Curiously, she opened it and peered inside. In the velvet cushions sat a snugly-placed gold ring, it was made of strands of the precious metal. Each and every one of the strands were woven together and diamonds glittered from the gaps between the strands. It was beautiful. As she ran her finger along the rim, she stepped on something. Looking down, she spotted a piece of paper that fell out of the box. In it wrote:
My precious Jaclyn, I have long thought of asking you for your hand in marriage. I wasn't confident and forthright around you, your golden eyes pierced into my soul and stole my heart since the moment I met you. Please accept my marriage offer. If you don't, I won't hold it against you, but my heart will be torn to shreds. Please consider this well.
Love,
Fawner
Tears welled up in Jaclyn's eyes as she finished the letter. Carefully, she placed all the contents within the box again and snapped it shut. Slowly, she made her way to the garden door and pushed it open. The smell of spring air emptied her of her troubles and the color of nature made her giddy. Delightfully, she skipped along the garden path and came to a top at a small outhouse. She entered it and observed it curiously. She spotted two people on the other side and looked over. One was a man with jet-black hair and turquoise eyes and the other one was.Fawner!
"Fawner!"
She ran across the lawn and hugged the tall silver-haired man with eagerness. He gently untangled her arms and held her away.
"Now, what's this about? I thought you were tired."
"I saw the box! The answer is yes! But not too soon, please?"
She watched as a light lit up behind the amethyst eyes as he grabbed her and twirled her in the air. Then, he hugged her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.
"Um.ma'am? Have we met before? You seem quite familiar."
Her golden eyes locked on with his turquoise ones as they observed each other.
"Do I? Fawner, do I know this man?"
"Yes, darling. He's the prince!"
Jaclyn's eyes widened and she gave a slight curtsy.
"Sorry for my rudeness, your highness."
He chuckled slightly, even though his eyes were troubled.
"It's all."
"Prince Marls! There you are!"
All of them turned around to see a princess running toward them. She stopped right in front of the group and examined each face. Her eyes seemed to stray somewhat longer on Jaclyn's then anyone else's. Slowly, she fluttered her eyelashes at the prince and smiled. Jaclyn could tell it was forced, the princess's silvery eyes glittered with ambition, not love. The princess turned to meet Fawner and Jaclyn.
"I'm Princess Karla (something in Jaclyn's head clicked, but she still couldn't remember), and you are?"
Fawner smiled and replied, "I'm Count Fawner and this is Countess Jaclyn. Please to meet you, princess."
The princess smiled elegantly and gently took the prince's hand.
"You will be attending the dance today, won't you?"
"Yes, of course, princess."
"Is the countess coming?"
Jaclyn felt herself blink in surprise that the princess actually directly addressed her. She was about to nod in reply when she remembered her manners.
"Yes, madam princess."
Prince's POV ~
Madam? Since when do countesses called princesses, madams? Most of the time, I just hear them say 'my lady'. Hmm.interesting.she reminds me of that girl in the yellow dress. Wait a moment, where is that girl? I haven't seen her for hours. Usually, we accidentally bump into each other. Then, she'd either yell at me, or throw things with marvelous accuracy. But I haven't met her for four hours! This is unusual indeed. I do wish the princess could stop grasping me so. It does tend to get annoying.
Night ~ First Ball ~ (A/n: Hooray!!!)
Fawner stepped into Jaclyn's dressing room, as she finished. He stared, not being able to speak, as she turned around. Silvery-gold eyeliner decorated her eyes and the gold lipstick enhanced her beauty. (A/n: ai! This reminds me of the Egyptians!!! Me love those people, they are so pretty! Okay, continuing on.) Her golden dress had silvery linings and other decorations. She 'glided' toward the soundless Fawner and looked up. He was dressed in silver and black. When the two stood together, it looked like opposites. Day and night.
Slowly, she extended her hand as he offered his arm. Gracefully, both of them descended the winding stairs into the elegant ballroom. The music and chatter stopped. All the people looked up at the couple and gaped. So beautiful were they that their beauty out-shone the king and queen's. The prince looked up from the sudden silence and peered around. The princess beside him gasped and he almost thought that he heard a growl. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she smiled sweetly in reply. Slowly, very slowly, the music began again. This time the music seemed to fit the couple's graceful dancing. Every turn and step were in rhythm and the prince found himself watching with interest.
Jaclyn smiled at Fawner and his heart melted. A sudden tap on his shoulder brought them back to reality. As he turned, the prince's turquoise eyes were the first thing he saw.
"May I cut in?"
Fawner nodded politely and allowed the prince to dance with Jaclyn. As soon as he took hold of her hands, she could feel his eyes trying to pry into her soul.
"How are you, Count Jaclyn? I trust that you're well."
The prince's deep voice cut into Jaclyn's mind and heart, almost helping her remember the recent events, but didn't. The prince went on.
"I've never seen you around here before, are you new to this place? Or were you from another country?"
The turquoise eyes were half-closed and the prince looked light-hearted, even incautious. However, Jaclyn peered within and discovered that the prince was, indeed, as alert as his guards, who were hovering near the castle gates. The messy black hair made his appearance sleepier and this lips were curled in a lazy smile. She trained her eyes upon her ground and answered.
"I have a bit of forgotten memory, your majesty. It just so happens that a slight accident took some of it yesterday. I am recovering, hopefully."
She didn't look up to see the prince's frown and the deep thought within those blue-green eyes, for at that moment, she slipped. A tiny pool of oil, dropped carelessly by a nearby baron, had formed a thin film upon the marble floor. As it is, the countess's shoe slid off the slippery surface and managed to get her thrown forward into the prince's arms. (A/n: ^_~!!!!!)
A/n: So sorry, but my mom's reprimanding me to study Geometry! Eek! Summer school, less time for writing AGAIN!!! I'll try to post the next chapter up as soon as possible. If I may ask, (I kind of forgot) did I promise to finish the First Ball in one chapter? I'm confused. (Got the memory erase part from me!!! Headache pills are my best friends! But it got so bad, that the idea just popped into my head!) Sorry if all these events happen too sudden, stupid me. Well, enjoy! And criticize if you want to.-_-' (all my fault, I admit it) I HAVE STARTED ON A NEW FAIRY TALE THAT I THINK BEGINS WITH A VERY PECULIAR INTRODUCTION..o well..I'll post it up soon, I guess, I think.
~** Something to say, if it gots you all confused. (sorry, my accent ^ - ^) **~
Fact: Fawner's feelings are R-E-A-L. I know I may not have made it seem so, but it is. Adds to the complications, doesn't it, matey? ^_~
D: Anything that you recognize is not mine!
~Huai-DA (random word)~
Tall Freak ~ I know who you are! *squeal* well, it wound be kinda obvious, since you just said so in my face the other day.-_-'. :D Tavia ~ sorry x3, eek! Days past by so fast! Thanks for getting me off my lazy butt! Sophie ellington ~ wow, I actually got recommended? First time! Thankz for the comment, its so encouraging!!! ^_^ Fufie ~ eek! Must find a good excuse! ^_^ English teachers are strict! Poor you ( Fairytales101 ~ -_-' sorry! I tried uploading it, but all of a sudden, the site has a problem! Sorry! Cheler ~ suppose to be bad, I guess. People those days didn't like stuff that they didn't understand, I guess they didn't like the idea of half human and half fish. It's sort of similar to the supernatural-fearing people. Lady Arianna ~ stepmother pryde!!! Too much sugar. A Reviewer ~ thankz!!!
The First Ball
Karla, at that time, decided to go as an anonymous guest. She would be of equal level as anyone else. Nobody would insult or praise her. She would be silent, a shadow in the ball. Quickly, she caught the prince's shoulder as he started to exit.
"Um.sorry, I don't think I'd be able to come, sir," she mumbled, facing the ground.
The prince was confused for a moment, but he soon recovered.
"May I ask why?"
"My aunt just caught a contagious illness in the village. My parents arranged for me to meet them there.on the day of the dance! Sorry, sir."
The prince frowned for a moment.
"If any family member is ill, I have no right to interfere with their private meetings. May your aunt get well soon. By the way, my name's Marls Chianti Daiken Naomi III (A/n: What kind of name is that?! It is weird.well, I had to be original! I'm not a good name-maker.-_-' as you may have noticed). Never mind about that, just call me Marc; it's simpler and Marls just sounds weird. He lowered his voice and looked around) Do you happen to go by the ocean much?"
Karla peered into the turquoise eyes and spotted a flicker of recognition. Nervously, she placed her hands behind her back and twisted them. She shook her head, making her eyes wide and innocent. The prince frowned again, shook his head, and looked back at her.
"Well, I have to get back to the hall, my parents want me to meet someone. Must be another one of those princesses. (he shivered)"
She watched as he strolled off, pretending to go back to work. When he was out of sight, she whirled around and followed. As she turned the corner, the door connecting to the great hall closed quietly. She managed to sneak behind the royal thrones and looked over. Bugles honked as a voice shouted.
"King Proem and his daughter, Princess Karla!"
The real Karla clutched the back of the throne tightly, eyes wide. There, on the floor before her, stood the princess. Wearing a silver tiara, her black waist-length hair flowed gently down her back. The silver gown, which she was wearing, accented her figure and slim waist. It also helped bring out her shimmering silver eyes. Carefully, the princess smiled shyly at the prince, who stared at her. Karla hoped that he would keep silent about her, so that the King wouldn't notice anything weird.
After a few seconds, the prince flashed an unsure smile at the princess and gave an elegant bow.
"Nice to meet you Princess Karla, I hope your trip here has been comfortable?"
"Oh, it quite was. I just came to attend that homecoming balls of yours and to give you warm wishes. (she fluttered her eye lashes and Karla blanched). I expect it to be quite extraordinary."
"Uh, yeah.sorry, princess. Yes, I also expect the same results," he said formally.
Two strong hand gripped Karla's shoulders. Quickly, she was bonded with a gag and dragged off. The prince heard the thump when Karla's body fell onto the floor and stepped closer. Her kidnapper stiffened and pulled her close. She could feel the bulging biceps on his arm and knew that this was no weak attacker. (A/n: Mel, do not laugh. gosh, give me some credit! I'm actually describing someone.=D)
"Excuse me, princess."
The prince went to the place behind the thrones and scanned the area.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Several minutes passed before Marc turned around and headed back into the hall. Meanwhile, the mysterious man took Karla along with him as he exited the castle and entered a wealthy cottage.
As soon as she turned around, Karla released a gasp of surprise. Right there, before her, was Fawner! He shook the silvery gray hair out of his amethyst eyes and gazed at her. She heard the mumbling of a spell and was too weak to defend herself. Suddenly, she felt an odd tingle about her. Looking up, she didn't realize how handsome the man before her was. Why, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen! Karla picked herself up and shook her head.
"Where am I?"
He gently took her in his arms and sat down in a polished wooden chair.
"You, my dear, is Countess Jaclyn and I am Count Fawner. You tripped over that ridge over there and hit your head with a rock. Are you well?"
"Yes, I'm sure," said Karla (now I am going to start calling her Jaclyn), she knew that she'd heard Fawner somewhere before.
"Have we met before, Mr. Fawner?"
"Why of course! You're my once and only true love!"
He looked at her with faked surprise.
"Yes, I suppose so."
He cautiously picked her up and led her into a bedroom decorated with silvery blue curtains, and midnight blue wallpaper. He gently placed her down in the incredibly soft bed covers and covered her with them. (A/n: I feel sleepy.)
"Sleep well, my dear, the prince is having a ball tomorrow. You and I must attend."
"Yes, yes I will. Good night to you too, sweet dreams."
Fawner bent down and kissed Jaclyn. Soothingly, he smoothed her hair and went to the other side of the bed to sleep. She heard the even breathing of her 'so-called' husband and wondered. The kiss hadn't felt right, it was missing something. Something.she couldn't think right then. Gently, she closed her eyes and fell into opal darkness as sleep overtook her.
Tomorrow ~
Jaclyn woke up early, but was mildly surprised to find that Fawner had woken before her. Quickly, she dressed in a black gown and stepped down the stairs. There, Fawner met her with a short kiss and explained to her that he needed to go to work and would be back to pick her up for the ball. Jaclyn nodded understandingly and watched as her husband drove the carriage down the road.
She went inside the cottage and looked around. She remembered nothing at all! Was this really the place where she once lived? She glanced at the great oak table and spotted a velvet box. Curiously, she opened it and peered inside. In the velvet cushions sat a snugly-placed gold ring, it was made of strands of the precious metal. Each and every one of the strands were woven together and diamonds glittered from the gaps between the strands. It was beautiful. As she ran her finger along the rim, she stepped on something. Looking down, she spotted a piece of paper that fell out of the box. In it wrote:
My precious Jaclyn, I have long thought of asking you for your hand in marriage. I wasn't confident and forthright around you, your golden eyes pierced into my soul and stole my heart since the moment I met you. Please accept my marriage offer. If you don't, I won't hold it against you, but my heart will be torn to shreds. Please consider this well.
Love,
Fawner
Tears welled up in Jaclyn's eyes as she finished the letter. Carefully, she placed all the contents within the box again and snapped it shut. Slowly, she made her way to the garden door and pushed it open. The smell of spring air emptied her of her troubles and the color of nature made her giddy. Delightfully, she skipped along the garden path and came to a top at a small outhouse. She entered it and observed it curiously. She spotted two people on the other side and looked over. One was a man with jet-black hair and turquoise eyes and the other one was.Fawner!
"Fawner!"
She ran across the lawn and hugged the tall silver-haired man with eagerness. He gently untangled her arms and held her away.
"Now, what's this about? I thought you were tired."
"I saw the box! The answer is yes! But not too soon, please?"
She watched as a light lit up behind the amethyst eyes as he grabbed her and twirled her in the air. Then, he hugged her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.
"Um.ma'am? Have we met before? You seem quite familiar."
Her golden eyes locked on with his turquoise ones as they observed each other.
"Do I? Fawner, do I know this man?"
"Yes, darling. He's the prince!"
Jaclyn's eyes widened and she gave a slight curtsy.
"Sorry for my rudeness, your highness."
He chuckled slightly, even though his eyes were troubled.
"It's all."
"Prince Marls! There you are!"
All of them turned around to see a princess running toward them. She stopped right in front of the group and examined each face. Her eyes seemed to stray somewhat longer on Jaclyn's then anyone else's. Slowly, she fluttered her eyelashes at the prince and smiled. Jaclyn could tell it was forced, the princess's silvery eyes glittered with ambition, not love. The princess turned to meet Fawner and Jaclyn.
"I'm Princess Karla (something in Jaclyn's head clicked, but she still couldn't remember), and you are?"
Fawner smiled and replied, "I'm Count Fawner and this is Countess Jaclyn. Please to meet you, princess."
The princess smiled elegantly and gently took the prince's hand.
"You will be attending the dance today, won't you?"
"Yes, of course, princess."
"Is the countess coming?"
Jaclyn felt herself blink in surprise that the princess actually directly addressed her. She was about to nod in reply when she remembered her manners.
"Yes, madam princess."
Prince's POV ~
Madam? Since when do countesses called princesses, madams? Most of the time, I just hear them say 'my lady'. Hmm.interesting.she reminds me of that girl in the yellow dress. Wait a moment, where is that girl? I haven't seen her for hours. Usually, we accidentally bump into each other. Then, she'd either yell at me, or throw things with marvelous accuracy. But I haven't met her for four hours! This is unusual indeed. I do wish the princess could stop grasping me so. It does tend to get annoying.
Night ~ First Ball ~ (A/n: Hooray!!!)
Fawner stepped into Jaclyn's dressing room, as she finished. He stared, not being able to speak, as she turned around. Silvery-gold eyeliner decorated her eyes and the gold lipstick enhanced her beauty. (A/n: ai! This reminds me of the Egyptians!!! Me love those people, they are so pretty! Okay, continuing on.) Her golden dress had silvery linings and other decorations. She 'glided' toward the soundless Fawner and looked up. He was dressed in silver and black. When the two stood together, it looked like opposites. Day and night.
Slowly, she extended her hand as he offered his arm. Gracefully, both of them descended the winding stairs into the elegant ballroom. The music and chatter stopped. All the people looked up at the couple and gaped. So beautiful were they that their beauty out-shone the king and queen's. The prince looked up from the sudden silence and peered around. The princess beside him gasped and he almost thought that he heard a growl. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she smiled sweetly in reply. Slowly, very slowly, the music began again. This time the music seemed to fit the couple's graceful dancing. Every turn and step were in rhythm and the prince found himself watching with interest.
Jaclyn smiled at Fawner and his heart melted. A sudden tap on his shoulder brought them back to reality. As he turned, the prince's turquoise eyes were the first thing he saw.
"May I cut in?"
Fawner nodded politely and allowed the prince to dance with Jaclyn. As soon as he took hold of her hands, she could feel his eyes trying to pry into her soul.
"How are you, Count Jaclyn? I trust that you're well."
The prince's deep voice cut into Jaclyn's mind and heart, almost helping her remember the recent events, but didn't. The prince went on.
"I've never seen you around here before, are you new to this place? Or were you from another country?"
The turquoise eyes were half-closed and the prince looked light-hearted, even incautious. However, Jaclyn peered within and discovered that the prince was, indeed, as alert as his guards, who were hovering near the castle gates. The messy black hair made his appearance sleepier and this lips were curled in a lazy smile. She trained her eyes upon her ground and answered.
"I have a bit of forgotten memory, your majesty. It just so happens that a slight accident took some of it yesterday. I am recovering, hopefully."
She didn't look up to see the prince's frown and the deep thought within those blue-green eyes, for at that moment, she slipped. A tiny pool of oil, dropped carelessly by a nearby baron, had formed a thin film upon the marble floor. As it is, the countess's shoe slid off the slippery surface and managed to get her thrown forward into the prince's arms. (A/n: ^_~!!!!!)
A/n: So sorry, but my mom's reprimanding me to study Geometry! Eek! Summer school, less time for writing AGAIN!!! I'll try to post the next chapter up as soon as possible. If I may ask, (I kind of forgot) did I promise to finish the First Ball in one chapter? I'm confused. (Got the memory erase part from me!!! Headache pills are my best friends! But it got so bad, that the idea just popped into my head!) Sorry if all these events happen too sudden, stupid me. Well, enjoy! And criticize if you want to.-_-' (all my fault, I admit it) I HAVE STARTED ON A NEW FAIRY TALE THAT I THINK BEGINS WITH A VERY PECULIAR INTRODUCTION..o well..I'll post it up soon, I guess, I think.
~** Something to say, if it gots you all confused. (sorry, my accent ^ - ^) **~
Fact: Fawner's feelings are R-E-A-L. I know I may not have made it seem so, but it is. Adds to the complications, doesn't it, matey? ^_~