"I don't think I really understand, Father." Loki said, staring blankly at
Jonathan. "What do you mean 'you've gotten a marriage offer'?"
"I mean just that." Jon answered. "I've gotten four marriage offers for you. Some very good ones too. The first comes from the Emperor of Tyra. He believes you would make a wonderful wife for his son. It seems his oldest son has just turned 20 and is looking for a wife. He's said to be very handsome and very kind. He's the heir to the Tyran throne, too. Then we've gotten an offer from a very old Baron, whom I don't think you'll like much. And then Roald's bride to be has a cousin who's interested in my dear daughter. And then we have a Knight whose father is a duke. It seems that this knight is very much in love with my dear daughter. I was wondering what you felt about his man."
"Who is this man?" Loki asked, her heart beating hard in her chest. She wished with all her heart that her father spoke of Neal.
"Sir Nealan of Queenscove." Jon smiled, watching the relief come to his daughter's face. He had; of course, know of the pair's affair thanks to Sir Myles who had walked in on one of their kisses. "How do you feel about this?"
"Well, Father." Loki started calmly." I believe that you should write 'thank-you, but sorry' letters to the Prince, the Yamani, and the Baron because I love Neal with all my heart."
"I thought so.so I figured I would go ahead and send letters back with the messengers informing that particular suitor with each messenger that you're already betrothed, although the wedding date has not been decided." Loki froze, staring at her father. Loki exhaled slowly, trying to comprehend what her father had just said.
"Did you just tell me that you approve of Neal and I?" She whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"I do believe I just did. Although I would advise that you and he set a wedding date soon, or you'll have more men come and throw themselves at your feet." Jon smiled. His daughter looked at him, unable to speak. "Go and tell your Neal." Jon whispered. Loki nodded, turned and ran out of the room.
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"NEAL!" Loki screamed, hurdling down the steps and stumbled out into the courtyard, where dozens of nobles stared at the Princess. She tumbled into Neal's arms and pressed her lips to his. Neal pulled back startled.
"Lianne." He started, looking at her. Loki waved her hands impatiently and interrupted him.
"What do you think of April? Or May?" She said, excitedly.
"What about April? Or May?" He asked, confused.
"And I'm sure to have a gown by Lalasa and to have at least a dozen maids.And of course we would have to have orchids.they are my favorite flowers.and the feast will run for days if it works out like Momma wants.And then there's the matter of.WAIT! Would it be necessary for a Grand Progress?" Loki babbled as Neal and the other nobles looked on confused.
"Um, Lianne?" Neal asked. "Just what are you prattling about?"
"Our wedding, silly!" Loki answered, returning to her plans. "And pale blue would be a good color for flowers or green even.Papa would of course have you crowned Sir Prince Nealan of Queenscove and Conte if he has anything to say about it.And I would have to get a name change.Lady Princess Loki of Queenscove and Conte.or would it be Lady Princess Lianne of Queenscove and Conte?"
"Our wedding?" Neal whispered, still holding the girl. "Your Father approves of us? He'll let me have you?"
"Of course, my silly goose." Loki answered, kissing him again. "Now, why do you propose we have it? And when do you plan on proposing properly to the bride to be? And where's the big diamond I'm supposed to be lugging about on my hand?" Neal laughed, dropping to one knee. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch.
"Princess Lianne of Conte, would you do me the honor and marry me?" He pulled out a giant, flawless rock set in white gold and set it on her finger.
"YES!" she screamed, throwing herself into his arms again.
"May, I think would be a good month."
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"So you want a Progress? Even after Roald and Shinto's Progress three years ago? Or was it four?" Thayet murmured into her husband's ear.
"Three. And yes, Tortall deserves to see their little Princess and her prince before she gets married.besides; this is as much for Loki as it is for the rest. You know how Roald feels about his sister. He's going to have her be a very active part of the country. The people need to know her if she's going to be." Jon answered, kissing Thayet softly on the forehead.
"Jon, I'm scared for our Liam. He seems to hate Lianne very much. How do you think he'll react when Roald tells him that he's not to have anything to do with Court because of his temper?"
"I'm not exactly sure.but sometimes I fear for him too. He has too much anger and hate inside. Were we bad parents to have a child be so hateful?"
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Loki smiled, rubbing her palms over her belly, knowing that already, she and Neal were blessed with a child.
AN!
I'm evil.guess what? SHORT CHAPTER! :P WML (Write more later)
"I mean just that." Jon answered. "I've gotten four marriage offers for you. Some very good ones too. The first comes from the Emperor of Tyra. He believes you would make a wonderful wife for his son. It seems his oldest son has just turned 20 and is looking for a wife. He's said to be very handsome and very kind. He's the heir to the Tyran throne, too. Then we've gotten an offer from a very old Baron, whom I don't think you'll like much. And then Roald's bride to be has a cousin who's interested in my dear daughter. And then we have a Knight whose father is a duke. It seems that this knight is very much in love with my dear daughter. I was wondering what you felt about his man."
"Who is this man?" Loki asked, her heart beating hard in her chest. She wished with all her heart that her father spoke of Neal.
"Sir Nealan of Queenscove." Jon smiled, watching the relief come to his daughter's face. He had; of course, know of the pair's affair thanks to Sir Myles who had walked in on one of their kisses. "How do you feel about this?"
"Well, Father." Loki started calmly." I believe that you should write 'thank-you, but sorry' letters to the Prince, the Yamani, and the Baron because I love Neal with all my heart."
"I thought so.so I figured I would go ahead and send letters back with the messengers informing that particular suitor with each messenger that you're already betrothed, although the wedding date has not been decided." Loki froze, staring at her father. Loki exhaled slowly, trying to comprehend what her father had just said.
"Did you just tell me that you approve of Neal and I?" She whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"I do believe I just did. Although I would advise that you and he set a wedding date soon, or you'll have more men come and throw themselves at your feet." Jon smiled. His daughter looked at him, unable to speak. "Go and tell your Neal." Jon whispered. Loki nodded, turned and ran out of the room.
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"NEAL!" Loki screamed, hurdling down the steps and stumbled out into the courtyard, where dozens of nobles stared at the Princess. She tumbled into Neal's arms and pressed her lips to his. Neal pulled back startled.
"Lianne." He started, looking at her. Loki waved her hands impatiently and interrupted him.
"What do you think of April? Or May?" She said, excitedly.
"What about April? Or May?" He asked, confused.
"And I'm sure to have a gown by Lalasa and to have at least a dozen maids.And of course we would have to have orchids.they are my favorite flowers.and the feast will run for days if it works out like Momma wants.And then there's the matter of.WAIT! Would it be necessary for a Grand Progress?" Loki babbled as Neal and the other nobles looked on confused.
"Um, Lianne?" Neal asked. "Just what are you prattling about?"
"Our wedding, silly!" Loki answered, returning to her plans. "And pale blue would be a good color for flowers or green even.Papa would of course have you crowned Sir Prince Nealan of Queenscove and Conte if he has anything to say about it.And I would have to get a name change.Lady Princess Loki of Queenscove and Conte.or would it be Lady Princess Lianne of Queenscove and Conte?"
"Our wedding?" Neal whispered, still holding the girl. "Your Father approves of us? He'll let me have you?"
"Of course, my silly goose." Loki answered, kissing him again. "Now, why do you propose we have it? And when do you plan on proposing properly to the bride to be? And where's the big diamond I'm supposed to be lugging about on my hand?" Neal laughed, dropping to one knee. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch.
"Princess Lianne of Conte, would you do me the honor and marry me?" He pulled out a giant, flawless rock set in white gold and set it on her finger.
"YES!" she screamed, throwing herself into his arms again.
"May, I think would be a good month."
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"So you want a Progress? Even after Roald and Shinto's Progress three years ago? Or was it four?" Thayet murmured into her husband's ear.
"Three. And yes, Tortall deserves to see their little Princess and her prince before she gets married.besides; this is as much for Loki as it is for the rest. You know how Roald feels about his sister. He's going to have her be a very active part of the country. The people need to know her if she's going to be." Jon answered, kissing Thayet softly on the forehead.
"Jon, I'm scared for our Liam. He seems to hate Lianne very much. How do you think he'll react when Roald tells him that he's not to have anything to do with Court because of his temper?"
"I'm not exactly sure.but sometimes I fear for him too. He has too much anger and hate inside. Were we bad parents to have a child be so hateful?"
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Loki smiled, rubbing her palms over her belly, knowing that already, she and Neal were blessed with a child.
AN!
I'm evil.guess what? SHORT CHAPTER! :P WML (Write more later)