A/N Ok this chapter is filled with total lovey-dovey fluff so read at your
own risk! And as you know these characters don't belong to me, only Aaliia
does, the others belong to the wonderful, fabulous Tamora Pierce.
Oh and Miss Terious Aaliia's name is pronounced ah - Lee - a
Chapter 5:
"Aaliia, look at me." Said Roald softly, placing his hand ever so gently under her chin and drawing her head to face his. Aaliia's tears still lay damp on her cheeks and the silver moonlight was reflected slightly in her beautiful purple eyes.
"Yes?" she whispered, staring into his dark blue eyes.
"I think your beautiful and I want to kiss you if that is ok,"
Without replying Aaliia leaned up and her mouth met his. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck and his around her waist. And they stood almost totally unaware of the fact that the group of knights had stopped training and looked on at the intimate interaction between the Prince and the unknown red haired girl.
A whole ten minutes must have passed before they drew back from each other kissing each others lips delicately several times. Neal whistled and clapped and suddenly both Roald and Aaliia were brought back down to the real world with a harsh thud.
Aaliia blushed but Roald clasped her hand and led her forward to introduce her to his friends. It had indeed been a strange day for Aaliia and everything was quite overwhelming. Ten minutes ago the world had felt like such a terrible place and that there was no point in going on, she had felt unwelcome. Yet now it felt perfect and beautiful and she in turn felt wanted.
"Aaliia this is Kel, Neal, Owen and Cleon. Guys this is Aaliia of Trebond, the daughter of the late Thom of Trebond." Said Roald formally
This was followed by various, "hello" "Hey", "how are you?" by the various gathered knights.
"Wow, your female and a knight!" said Aaliia in awe to Kel. This caused everyone to laugh and this in turn offended Aaliia. "What? What's so humorous?"
"Well your Aunt is the most famous female knight and it's mainly due to her that girls can become knights today." Said Kel "It's funny that you should be shocked that I'm a girl and a knight being who your relations are."
"Well, I didn't even know I had an Aunt until today, just like I didn't know my father was dead until today," her words were cut off by her voice so choked with tears. "Excuse me." She whispered before running off towards the gardens.
When Aaliia reached her intended destination she came to a sudden halt and flopped on the ground, leaning her back against the edge of a cold stone fountain. Tears rushing down her face she buried her head in her hands and just let all of her tears out. Once again that feeling of hopelessness returned to her. Why did she let her emotions rule her common sense?
"You're weak, weak," she whispered angrily to herself. "You can't even hold a decent conversation with people about your family without bursting into pathetic tears. You're pathetic!" that last sentence coming out a bit louder than she had previously intended.
"No you're not," said Roald softly, interrupting her thoughts and tears.
"Yes, I am. Why can't I be strong? I bet Kel and all those knights out there have never bursts into pathetic girly tears over something so stupid!"
"I can assure you that all of those knights, including Kel have cried before. And you are strong, you think a weak person would have ridden all the way to Corus from Elden just on the off chance that they would find their father?"
"I wish today were over, I wish I had never come here in the first place. I'm stupid though and I had to disregard my mother and travel to Corus."
"I don't think that you're stupid," Roald sat down beside her and put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "You might not realise it yet but you have probably gained far more than lost by coming here. And I am personally very glad that you did."
Aaliia looked up at the handsome prince and kissed him, letting herself release and melt in his strong embrace. He kissed her back with every inch of passion with which she kissed him.
It was a very ideal situation at that moment, two young people who were very much in lust with each other, in a beautiful garden under the most perfect silver moon imaginable. But very rarely does perfection ever last for long.
Chapter 5:
"Aaliia, look at me." Said Roald softly, placing his hand ever so gently under her chin and drawing her head to face his. Aaliia's tears still lay damp on her cheeks and the silver moonlight was reflected slightly in her beautiful purple eyes.
"Yes?" she whispered, staring into his dark blue eyes.
"I think your beautiful and I want to kiss you if that is ok,"
Without replying Aaliia leaned up and her mouth met his. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck and his around her waist. And they stood almost totally unaware of the fact that the group of knights had stopped training and looked on at the intimate interaction between the Prince and the unknown red haired girl.
A whole ten minutes must have passed before they drew back from each other kissing each others lips delicately several times. Neal whistled and clapped and suddenly both Roald and Aaliia were brought back down to the real world with a harsh thud.
Aaliia blushed but Roald clasped her hand and led her forward to introduce her to his friends. It had indeed been a strange day for Aaliia and everything was quite overwhelming. Ten minutes ago the world had felt like such a terrible place and that there was no point in going on, she had felt unwelcome. Yet now it felt perfect and beautiful and she in turn felt wanted.
"Aaliia this is Kel, Neal, Owen and Cleon. Guys this is Aaliia of Trebond, the daughter of the late Thom of Trebond." Said Roald formally
This was followed by various, "hello" "Hey", "how are you?" by the various gathered knights.
"Wow, your female and a knight!" said Aaliia in awe to Kel. This caused everyone to laugh and this in turn offended Aaliia. "What? What's so humorous?"
"Well your Aunt is the most famous female knight and it's mainly due to her that girls can become knights today." Said Kel "It's funny that you should be shocked that I'm a girl and a knight being who your relations are."
"Well, I didn't even know I had an Aunt until today, just like I didn't know my father was dead until today," her words were cut off by her voice so choked with tears. "Excuse me." She whispered before running off towards the gardens.
When Aaliia reached her intended destination she came to a sudden halt and flopped on the ground, leaning her back against the edge of a cold stone fountain. Tears rushing down her face she buried her head in her hands and just let all of her tears out. Once again that feeling of hopelessness returned to her. Why did she let her emotions rule her common sense?
"You're weak, weak," she whispered angrily to herself. "You can't even hold a decent conversation with people about your family without bursting into pathetic tears. You're pathetic!" that last sentence coming out a bit louder than she had previously intended.
"No you're not," said Roald softly, interrupting her thoughts and tears.
"Yes, I am. Why can't I be strong? I bet Kel and all those knights out there have never bursts into pathetic girly tears over something so stupid!"
"I can assure you that all of those knights, including Kel have cried before. And you are strong, you think a weak person would have ridden all the way to Corus from Elden just on the off chance that they would find their father?"
"I wish today were over, I wish I had never come here in the first place. I'm stupid though and I had to disregard my mother and travel to Corus."
"I don't think that you're stupid," Roald sat down beside her and put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "You might not realise it yet but you have probably gained far more than lost by coming here. And I am personally very glad that you did."
Aaliia looked up at the handsome prince and kissed him, letting herself release and melt in his strong embrace. He kissed her back with every inch of passion with which she kissed him.
It was a very ideal situation at that moment, two young people who were very much in lust with each other, in a beautiful garden under the most perfect silver moon imaginable. But very rarely does perfection ever last for long.