Chapter 4! Mister Shnopps or whatever your name is, I don't care what you say, it's CHRISTMAS!!! Sorry this one took so long, I was having major writers block. Happy holidays everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Tammy's books.
Bubba's Revenge!
Kerry and Arianne walked into the Great Hall. It had very high ceilings that were painted light-blue. All 30 high-backed chairs were gold-inlaid with red plush cushions. The chairs surrounded a highly-polished long oak table, with fresh cut flowers eveyr few seats. It was their parents' triumph.
Arianne noticed that 5 of the chairs were occupied. Two of the people were her parents looking extremely grave. The other three...Arianne stared. Lord Mostopholis and Lady Mal of Iybola were smiling nastily at Ronald and Franette, her parents. The fifth was...Oh Horror of Horrors! Schuyler of Iybloa lounged in his chair, looking bored. He heard Arianne gasp and turned to face her, smirking.
Arianne surveyed him, impressed. The bad skin that he had had as a boy had gone. His orangish hair had not changed. He was quite tall, maybe 5'9". Needless to say, he was very handsome. He would have been even more good-looking if it hadn't been for that icy look in his bright-blue eyes.
The four adults turned at the sound of Arianne's gasp. Her mother forced a smile. Her father didn't even try.
Her father rose and said to the visitors from Iybola, "Lord Mostopholis, Lady Mal, and Schuyler of Iybola, may I present my daughter, Arianne of Serenitatis?" Arianne, taking her cue, walked reluctantly to the table and curtsied gracefully to the foreigners. Schuyler rose and kissed her offered hand, gazing up at her mockingly. Arianne's insides writhed with contempt at the touch of his icy lips on her warm hand. She sat in the chair next to him, as protocal dictated. Schuyler sat however her father remained standing. He took a deep breath and said, "Arianne, you are to wed Schuyler of Iybola a fortnight before Midsummer."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Tammy's books.
Bubba's Revenge!
Kerry and Arianne walked into the Great Hall. It had very high ceilings that were painted light-blue. All 30 high-backed chairs were gold-inlaid with red plush cushions. The chairs surrounded a highly-polished long oak table, with fresh cut flowers eveyr few seats. It was their parents' triumph.
Arianne noticed that 5 of the chairs were occupied. Two of the people were her parents looking extremely grave. The other three...Arianne stared. Lord Mostopholis and Lady Mal of Iybola were smiling nastily at Ronald and Franette, her parents. The fifth was...Oh Horror of Horrors! Schuyler of Iybloa lounged in his chair, looking bored. He heard Arianne gasp and turned to face her, smirking.
Arianne surveyed him, impressed. The bad skin that he had had as a boy had gone. His orangish hair had not changed. He was quite tall, maybe 5'9". Needless to say, he was very handsome. He would have been even more good-looking if it hadn't been for that icy look in his bright-blue eyes.
The four adults turned at the sound of Arianne's gasp. Her mother forced a smile. Her father didn't even try.
Her father rose and said to the visitors from Iybola, "Lord Mostopholis, Lady Mal, and Schuyler of Iybola, may I present my daughter, Arianne of Serenitatis?" Arianne, taking her cue, walked reluctantly to the table and curtsied gracefully to the foreigners. Schuyler rose and kissed her offered hand, gazing up at her mockingly. Arianne's insides writhed with contempt at the touch of his icy lips on her warm hand. She sat in the chair next to him, as protocal dictated. Schuyler sat however her father remained standing. He took a deep breath and said, "Arianne, you are to wed Schuyler of Iybola a fortnight before Midsummer."