Chapter 11-in which I show off my vocabulary! Grab a dictionary folks, it's gonna be a bumpy ride! :) oh-and will somebody PLEASE review and tell me if I should finish this in 1st person or 3rd person? Thanks. Check out Diamondflame's version of Bubba's Revenge. It's hysterical. Toodles!
Bubba's Revenge!
I stayed at the Inn for two weeks, and discovered something about myself. Although I had never objected to being a princess, I sometimes found myself wishing that I could go out and shop and talk like all of my friends in our fief. Well, the two weeks I spent in Corus convinced me that, being a princess, I had definately missed out.
We giggled our way through the markets of Corus, buying a trinket here and there. The buzz around the city was that a serial killer was on the loose. She was known as ESK-which stood for Embroidery Serial Killer. Her victims were beaten to death with embroidery.
I didn't worry about that, though. I had bigger fish to fry. Namely Schuyler of Iybola. Did you think I had forgotten about him? No way. He was the reason that I wasn't home with Kerry (A.N. Not that she WAS home)and the rest of my family. He was the reason that I was keeping a low profile in the city. Oh no, I hadn't forgotten about my vow to Bubba.
I was almost sure that there was some sort of plot behind my marriage to him. There had to be a reason. He may be evil, but he's not stupid. Gold was recently found in Serenitatis, (A.N. No, I can't come up with something more original) and ever since we started the mine, we have become one of the most wealthy and prosperous fiefs in Tortall. I was certain that he was trying to get his hands on the gold.
But I really didn't want to think about him right now. I was having such a good time with Erin. Yesterday, her husband,(who she never liked) had fallen off a roof like the idiot he was. Yes, I had met him, and I didn't think much of him. So, now we were celebrating Erin's freedom-yes, celebrating- by going to a nearby party. We broke heart after heart, never dancing with any of the men who asked. They were all half drunk. Our toes would be in serious jeopardy.
The best part of the evening was when we met a young lady there who was just barely holding off the drunks as we were. Her name was Anya, and as soon as I met her, I knew that I had found my next city friend. She had very thick, shoulder-length blonde hair, and she was 16 like me. Sometimes she just wouldn't shut up (A.N. J/K Anya!) and had a hell of a temper.
Example-handsome drunk man comes up to her and asks her if she wants to. Smelling the alcohol in his breath, she politely declines. He grabs her and begins to dance anyway. Now, Anya doesn't exactly look vulnerable, but she doesn't look like she could break someone's leg with one kick. That guy obviously didn't have any idea how strong she was, otherwise he never would have dared to do that. As soon as he had grabbed her, she twisted his wrists with her hands and kicked him powerfully in the shins. He fell to the floor, his leg twisted out of shape. His face contorted with pain, he looked perfectly sober now. Anya glared down at him and said, "I think now that you have a better understanding of the word no. Now get out. OUT!" She screamed the last word and that man shot to his one foot and hopped out of the door so fast that you would think that demons were after him.
After staring in amazement at my new friend, I slapped her five and said, "You go girl!"
Bubba's Revenge!
I stayed at the Inn for two weeks, and discovered something about myself. Although I had never objected to being a princess, I sometimes found myself wishing that I could go out and shop and talk like all of my friends in our fief. Well, the two weeks I spent in Corus convinced me that, being a princess, I had definately missed out.
We giggled our way through the markets of Corus, buying a trinket here and there. The buzz around the city was that a serial killer was on the loose. She was known as ESK-which stood for Embroidery Serial Killer. Her victims were beaten to death with embroidery.
I didn't worry about that, though. I had bigger fish to fry. Namely Schuyler of Iybola. Did you think I had forgotten about him? No way. He was the reason that I wasn't home with Kerry (A.N. Not that she WAS home)and the rest of my family. He was the reason that I was keeping a low profile in the city. Oh no, I hadn't forgotten about my vow to Bubba.
I was almost sure that there was some sort of plot behind my marriage to him. There had to be a reason. He may be evil, but he's not stupid. Gold was recently found in Serenitatis, (A.N. No, I can't come up with something more original) and ever since we started the mine, we have become one of the most wealthy and prosperous fiefs in Tortall. I was certain that he was trying to get his hands on the gold.
But I really didn't want to think about him right now. I was having such a good time with Erin. Yesterday, her husband,(who she never liked) had fallen off a roof like the idiot he was. Yes, I had met him, and I didn't think much of him. So, now we were celebrating Erin's freedom-yes, celebrating- by going to a nearby party. We broke heart after heart, never dancing with any of the men who asked. They were all half drunk. Our toes would be in serious jeopardy.
The best part of the evening was when we met a young lady there who was just barely holding off the drunks as we were. Her name was Anya, and as soon as I met her, I knew that I had found my next city friend. She had very thick, shoulder-length blonde hair, and she was 16 like me. Sometimes she just wouldn't shut up (A.N. J/K Anya!) and had a hell of a temper.
Example-handsome drunk man comes up to her and asks her if she wants to. Smelling the alcohol in his breath, she politely declines. He grabs her and begins to dance anyway. Now, Anya doesn't exactly look vulnerable, but she doesn't look like she could break someone's leg with one kick. That guy obviously didn't have any idea how strong she was, otherwise he never would have dared to do that. As soon as he had grabbed her, she twisted his wrists with her hands and kicked him powerfully in the shins. He fell to the floor, his leg twisted out of shape. His face contorted with pain, he looked perfectly sober now. Anya glared down at him and said, "I think now that you have a better understanding of the word no. Now get out. OUT!" She screamed the last word and that man shot to his one foot and hopped out of the door so fast that you would think that demons were after him.
After staring in amazement at my new friend, I slapped her five and said, "You go girl!"