(a/n this hopefully is going to be one of the better chapters.)
The Ball
An hour later Joren was playing with his gift, and Angel, Angel was deciding what to wear for the ball tonight. It was either the white dress, or skin-tight white dress. Decisions, decisions. She decided to go for the skin-tight white dress.
"Joren get ready, we've got to go!" Angel shouted.
"I am ready." Joren muttered without even looking up.
"No your not! Your wearing your fiefs colours to the ball and a Masters robe." She held up a tunic with a white panther on, surrounded by green. She chucked a Masters robe at him. He didn't move.
"Right Joren gets your story straight. You're eighteen from the fief of Recwar. You're the youngest Master ever. I'm eighteen and I'm married to you. Poor me. Which also makes me from the fief of Recwar. I'm still called Angel. Okay? If they ask for background information, I'm an exquisite beauty from a far away land." She said all this very fast.
Joren just snorted. He then glanced up, "Leave the room then, I'm a gentleman. I need me privacy." It was Angel's turn to snort.
"Gentleman yeah right. Now hurry up and get changed." Angel walked out of the room muttering about face paint.
When Joren had finally done changing, Angel was ready to go. She looked really, really good. She'd even gone to the trouble of putting ice blue face paint on. Joren looked at her and shook his head.
"You look good."
"Thankyou." She looked him up and down, "You could look better, but never mind we have to go." She grabbed him by the shoulders and they disappeared.
Next thing Joren knew they were at the palace just outside the main doors. He offered an arm. "Why thankyou." Angel said smiling, "Oh and Joren you've got to try and make friends with Keladry so don't be so stuck up yourself okay? Otherwise the plan won't work and you'll spend the rest of your life, thinking why did I mess it up? So be nice."
They walked in, "What are your names?" The herald asked them.
"Master Joren and Lady Angel Of Recwar." Angel supplied helpfully.
They descended down the stairway, Angel looking elegant, Joren looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there. Heads turned as Angel walked past. Joren could tell she was enjoying this. They had barely been there a minute when Angel was asked to dance.
She looked at Joren, "Can I?"
Joren was sorely tempted to say no, but then thinking of what she could do to him, decided against it. "Of course you can but bring her back once the song has finished." He smiled. Angel bent down near his ear and whispered.
"I see Keladry and her friends, so go make some friends. I won't cheat on you." Then she laughed and was pulled out onto the floor to dance. Joren scowled, he didn't want to make friends especially not with that lot. Oh well, he sighed, they're going to have to make the first move, I am not going to talk to them they're going to have to talk to me.
He walked over to the drinks table (there's going to be a drinks table, at the ball,) he pretended to be deciding what drink to have when Kel and her friends walked over. He looked up. Be nice, he reminded himself. Fat chance.
"Excuse me." Kel began, "But my friends and I were wondering, would you happen to be any relation of the fief Stone Mountain?" She asked.
"Stone Mountain? No." Joren said, "I'm afraid not." He couldn't resist saying, "Weren't they the ones who lost a child to the Chamber Of Ordeal?"
Kel nudged Neal and whispered, "See I told you it's just a coincidence. Anyway this guy's nicer than Joren ever was." She looked at Joren and said, "Yes. Mind you everybody was glad to see the back of him."
Joren was about to reply angrily when Angel's voice whispered, "Temper, temper."
Joren scowled at her. She held out a hand to Keladry. "I'm Angel. I'm married Ice boy. May I ask what your names are?"
Kel smiled when Angel called him ice boy. "It's Keladry. Just call me Kel though."
Angel's eyes widened, "Oh your that Lady Knight? What is it the second one in a century? I'm so glad for you. Just show women are as strong as men."
"How come there aren't more then?" Joren said.
Angel looked at him, "I don't remember asking your opinion in our conversation Ice Boy. Go make some friends."
Kel raised an eyebrow "And you're married?"
Angel just said sadly, "Unfortunately two years this January."
Kel looked surprised, "No children?"
"Gods no! I'm only eighteen!! I don't want children!" Angel said.
"I would have thought you'd have had at least one child by now. That's usually happens isn't it? In these arranged marriages?"
"Well that is what usually happens but as you can see I'm the one who makes the decisions in this relationship."
"You do not!!" Joren said outraged.
"Ice boy I thought I told you to go make friends." Angel said without looking at him.
"Please take no offence but you don't seem to like each other much." Kel said.
Angel smiled at Keladry, "None taken. We don't like each other very much. He's too headstrong." Joren snorted and muttered something like 'Look who's talking.'
The ball dragged on. Well to Joren it did anyway. The time flew by for Angel. I mean with everybody who was asking her to dance. Now this was Angel's sought of ball. Eventually it was time to leave though. When they got to the room though Joren got a shock. There was only one bed.
"There's only one bed." He said.
Angel glanced at him coolly a hint of amusement playing on her snow white features, "Of course we're married. We have to keep up appearances." Joren just gaped at her. Angel guessing what he was thinking added, "Don't worry you'll be sleeping on the floor." He scowled.
Before however he could get any insults out. They had both disappeared. Only a God or Goddess could have done that. Angel didn't do it though. When her vision cleared she was standing in a great hall. One filled with God's. Sitting thrones at the front was Mithros and the all round slag Great Mother Goddess.
"ANGEL!!" Mithros thundered, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW!!"
The Ball
An hour later Joren was playing with his gift, and Angel, Angel was deciding what to wear for the ball tonight. It was either the white dress, or skin-tight white dress. Decisions, decisions. She decided to go for the skin-tight white dress.
"Joren get ready, we've got to go!" Angel shouted.
"I am ready." Joren muttered without even looking up.
"No your not! Your wearing your fiefs colours to the ball and a Masters robe." She held up a tunic with a white panther on, surrounded by green. She chucked a Masters robe at him. He didn't move.
"Right Joren gets your story straight. You're eighteen from the fief of Recwar. You're the youngest Master ever. I'm eighteen and I'm married to you. Poor me. Which also makes me from the fief of Recwar. I'm still called Angel. Okay? If they ask for background information, I'm an exquisite beauty from a far away land." She said all this very fast.
Joren just snorted. He then glanced up, "Leave the room then, I'm a gentleman. I need me privacy." It was Angel's turn to snort.
"Gentleman yeah right. Now hurry up and get changed." Angel walked out of the room muttering about face paint.
When Joren had finally done changing, Angel was ready to go. She looked really, really good. She'd even gone to the trouble of putting ice blue face paint on. Joren looked at her and shook his head.
"You look good."
"Thankyou." She looked him up and down, "You could look better, but never mind we have to go." She grabbed him by the shoulders and they disappeared.
Next thing Joren knew they were at the palace just outside the main doors. He offered an arm. "Why thankyou." Angel said smiling, "Oh and Joren you've got to try and make friends with Keladry so don't be so stuck up yourself okay? Otherwise the plan won't work and you'll spend the rest of your life, thinking why did I mess it up? So be nice."
They walked in, "What are your names?" The herald asked them.
"Master Joren and Lady Angel Of Recwar." Angel supplied helpfully.
They descended down the stairway, Angel looking elegant, Joren looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there. Heads turned as Angel walked past. Joren could tell she was enjoying this. They had barely been there a minute when Angel was asked to dance.
She looked at Joren, "Can I?"
Joren was sorely tempted to say no, but then thinking of what she could do to him, decided against it. "Of course you can but bring her back once the song has finished." He smiled. Angel bent down near his ear and whispered.
"I see Keladry and her friends, so go make some friends. I won't cheat on you." Then she laughed and was pulled out onto the floor to dance. Joren scowled, he didn't want to make friends especially not with that lot. Oh well, he sighed, they're going to have to make the first move, I am not going to talk to them they're going to have to talk to me.
He walked over to the drinks table (there's going to be a drinks table, at the ball,) he pretended to be deciding what drink to have when Kel and her friends walked over. He looked up. Be nice, he reminded himself. Fat chance.
"Excuse me." Kel began, "But my friends and I were wondering, would you happen to be any relation of the fief Stone Mountain?" She asked.
"Stone Mountain? No." Joren said, "I'm afraid not." He couldn't resist saying, "Weren't they the ones who lost a child to the Chamber Of Ordeal?"
Kel nudged Neal and whispered, "See I told you it's just a coincidence. Anyway this guy's nicer than Joren ever was." She looked at Joren and said, "Yes. Mind you everybody was glad to see the back of him."
Joren was about to reply angrily when Angel's voice whispered, "Temper, temper."
Joren scowled at her. She held out a hand to Keladry. "I'm Angel. I'm married Ice boy. May I ask what your names are?"
Kel smiled when Angel called him ice boy. "It's Keladry. Just call me Kel though."
Angel's eyes widened, "Oh your that Lady Knight? What is it the second one in a century? I'm so glad for you. Just show women are as strong as men."
"How come there aren't more then?" Joren said.
Angel looked at him, "I don't remember asking your opinion in our conversation Ice Boy. Go make some friends."
Kel raised an eyebrow "And you're married?"
Angel just said sadly, "Unfortunately two years this January."
Kel looked surprised, "No children?"
"Gods no! I'm only eighteen!! I don't want children!" Angel said.
"I would have thought you'd have had at least one child by now. That's usually happens isn't it? In these arranged marriages?"
"Well that is what usually happens but as you can see I'm the one who makes the decisions in this relationship."
"You do not!!" Joren said outraged.
"Ice boy I thought I told you to go make friends." Angel said without looking at him.
"Please take no offence but you don't seem to like each other much." Kel said.
Angel smiled at Keladry, "None taken. We don't like each other very much. He's too headstrong." Joren snorted and muttered something like 'Look who's talking.'
The ball dragged on. Well to Joren it did anyway. The time flew by for Angel. I mean with everybody who was asking her to dance. Now this was Angel's sought of ball. Eventually it was time to leave though. When they got to the room though Joren got a shock. There was only one bed.
"There's only one bed." He said.
Angel glanced at him coolly a hint of amusement playing on her snow white features, "Of course we're married. We have to keep up appearances." Joren just gaped at her. Angel guessing what he was thinking added, "Don't worry you'll be sleeping on the floor." He scowled.
Before however he could get any insults out. They had both disappeared. Only a God or Goddess could have done that. Angel didn't do it though. When her vision cleared she was standing in a great hall. One filled with God's. Sitting thrones at the front was Mithros and the all round slag Great Mother Goddess.
"ANGEL!!" Mithros thundered, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW!!"