Well anyway, here it is, the one you've all been waiting for, the one and
only, CHAPTER EIGHT *LOL! *
Lady Arwen Evenstar: Have I ever mentioned that you're name is groovy? Oh well, your name is groovy. Sorry you thought it was too short. It was really just a filler chapter to keep everything updated. Yes, I added onto this chapter when I read your review so I hope this length is better.
Starfire : Um, okay. I guess yay sorta sums it up. Uh, I dunno but I don't THINK he'll be evil.
Orangeblossom: Thanks. That's sweet.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, oh and I've stopped disclaimers for the moment. When I have more time I'll put them back in.
DRESSING FOR THE BALL:
Lady Alanna of Trebond dressed herself in a white velvet dress with a silver silk surcoat. Well, to be precise, she was dressed by a maid. Alanna had no interest in fashion. She didn't realise that her clothes were the height of Tortallan fashion. Had no idea that to have hair done earlier had cost 30 gold nobles. Couldn't care less that she looked nicer than normal. Which, for Alanna, wasn't particularly nice, but at least you could look at her for long periods of time without cringing.
THE BALL:
"Lady Alanna of Trebond," the herald called out, "daughter of Lord Alan of Trebond and sister to Lord Thom of Trebond."
Alanna once again descended the gilt staircase, eyes taking in everything. As she sat in her usual velvet chair a group of men and women walked over. She knew some of their number, a Lady Delia of Eldorne, Sir Douglass of Veldine. Raoul began to introduce her,
"My lady Alanna of Trebond may I present, -" The names were lost on Alanna. She stored them in her memory and curtseyed gracefully at ever name. The last one was not lost on her,
"And Prince Jonathon of Conte." Alanna curtseyed and looked at the heir to the Tortallan throne. He was handsome, she supposed, for some anyway. He was too cold for her liking. And she could see in his eyes that he didn't think much of her.
"A pleasure, Lady Alanna."
Chatter began and Alanna sat back on her chair, listening attentively to countless conversations while everyone bar Raoul and the Prince sat down on other chairs. Raoul drew the prince off.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did you see what you wanted to see?"
"What?"
"Y'know. 'Oh I must see her Raoul, I simply must'" He mimicked.
"Well. Um. She's not pretty."
"She doesn't need to be. She's nice."
"Nice. Whatever."
"Since when did you treat women like ornaments Jon?!" Asked Raoul, filled with rage.
"Since I was betrothed to one." Replied Jon, his voice as quiet as night.
Raoul could find no reply to that. He simply placed a hand on Jon's shoulder then walked away.
**Now, if it was up to me I would have left it there and put Jon's betrothed into the footnote but I've been told my last chapter was too short so I'll lengthen this. Lady Arwen, my muse was glad for the chance to yell at me and she thanks you! Now, where was I? **
LATER:
Alanna mounted her horse; she planned to ride into the inner city. The palace was buzzing with news; the betrothal of the prince was only the beginning. Alanna had witched herself so she looked like a pretty commoner with blonde hair. She normally didn't care about her looks but she was far too conspicuous with her fiery copper locks, violet eyes and less than pretty face. Dressed in leggings, a kilted dress, a pale blue cloak, dark boots and a headscarf, she looked the picture of a well brought up lady of the lower classes. She began to walk her horse, looking all around. All of a sudden she was caught unawares.
"And what might you be doing out at this time Miss?" Asked a man, calm and polite.
"Riding my horse."
"Are you of his majesty's?"
"His majesty's?"
"This is a private area Miss. I'll have to ask you to leave."
"Leave?"
"Aye Miss. 'Twould be a shame if something happened to you."
"His majesty's?"
"Look, I've been through that before. Please go."
"May I see his majesty?"
"Well, it can't do much harm I suppose. You're a wee lassie, you couldn't harm him if'n you wanted to!" The man smiled, he had been joking. He led her horse through a side alley to an inn. Here he bade her dismount and tether her horse.
As Alanna followed him through the smoke-filled main room she thought about her alias. What should she call herself? Uh, Karime, that would do. A man, about thirty, sat at the head of the table, talking in a whisper. Alanna's man approached him.
"Majesty, this yon lass didn't know who you were. Care to enlighten her?" The table laughed, Alanna blushed.
"Aye, I will. Lass, I'm the lord here abouts. The thief lord that is. And you are -?"
"Karime. Karime Dayansra."
"Well Karime. Are you a thief? An assassin? A spy maybe?"
"No Lord. I am, just Karime I guess."
"Well, just Karime, can you fight?"
"No Lord, I can't."
"Do you want to learn?"
"No Lord."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Where are you from?"
"Ah, the lass is Gallan." Called out a flower girl. "Notice her name and looks."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Well Karime, come back when you have something to offer. I don't take on no-hopers
"What made you think I came here to be taken on?"
"Everyone does." Replied the man, smugly. "Be seeing you, Karime."
"Well, I didn't. Good bye, majesty, but I doubt I'll be seeing you, that's for certain."
NEXT MORNING:
"I would like to formally announce the engagement of my son to Lady Delia of Eldorne."
**Who knows, she may turn out all right in this fic, though by Mithros it'll be hard to do. What did you think? Flames will burn up my Welsh revision. **
~*~Dyana~*~
Lady Arwen Evenstar: Have I ever mentioned that you're name is groovy? Oh well, your name is groovy. Sorry you thought it was too short. It was really just a filler chapter to keep everything updated. Yes, I added onto this chapter when I read your review so I hope this length is better.
Starfire : Um, okay. I guess yay sorta sums it up. Uh, I dunno but I don't THINK he'll be evil.
Orangeblossom: Thanks. That's sweet.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, oh and I've stopped disclaimers for the moment. When I have more time I'll put them back in.
DRESSING FOR THE BALL:
Lady Alanna of Trebond dressed herself in a white velvet dress with a silver silk surcoat. Well, to be precise, she was dressed by a maid. Alanna had no interest in fashion. She didn't realise that her clothes were the height of Tortallan fashion. Had no idea that to have hair done earlier had cost 30 gold nobles. Couldn't care less that she looked nicer than normal. Which, for Alanna, wasn't particularly nice, but at least you could look at her for long periods of time without cringing.
THE BALL:
"Lady Alanna of Trebond," the herald called out, "daughter of Lord Alan of Trebond and sister to Lord Thom of Trebond."
Alanna once again descended the gilt staircase, eyes taking in everything. As she sat in her usual velvet chair a group of men and women walked over. She knew some of their number, a Lady Delia of Eldorne, Sir Douglass of Veldine. Raoul began to introduce her,
"My lady Alanna of Trebond may I present, -" The names were lost on Alanna. She stored them in her memory and curtseyed gracefully at ever name. The last one was not lost on her,
"And Prince Jonathon of Conte." Alanna curtseyed and looked at the heir to the Tortallan throne. He was handsome, she supposed, for some anyway. He was too cold for her liking. And she could see in his eyes that he didn't think much of her.
"A pleasure, Lady Alanna."
Chatter began and Alanna sat back on her chair, listening attentively to countless conversations while everyone bar Raoul and the Prince sat down on other chairs. Raoul drew the prince off.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did you see what you wanted to see?"
"What?"
"Y'know. 'Oh I must see her Raoul, I simply must'" He mimicked.
"Well. Um. She's not pretty."
"She doesn't need to be. She's nice."
"Nice. Whatever."
"Since when did you treat women like ornaments Jon?!" Asked Raoul, filled with rage.
"Since I was betrothed to one." Replied Jon, his voice as quiet as night.
Raoul could find no reply to that. He simply placed a hand on Jon's shoulder then walked away.
**Now, if it was up to me I would have left it there and put Jon's betrothed into the footnote but I've been told my last chapter was too short so I'll lengthen this. Lady Arwen, my muse was glad for the chance to yell at me and she thanks you! Now, where was I? **
LATER:
Alanna mounted her horse; she planned to ride into the inner city. The palace was buzzing with news; the betrothal of the prince was only the beginning. Alanna had witched herself so she looked like a pretty commoner with blonde hair. She normally didn't care about her looks but she was far too conspicuous with her fiery copper locks, violet eyes and less than pretty face. Dressed in leggings, a kilted dress, a pale blue cloak, dark boots and a headscarf, she looked the picture of a well brought up lady of the lower classes. She began to walk her horse, looking all around. All of a sudden she was caught unawares.
"And what might you be doing out at this time Miss?" Asked a man, calm and polite.
"Riding my horse."
"Are you of his majesty's?"
"His majesty's?"
"This is a private area Miss. I'll have to ask you to leave."
"Leave?"
"Aye Miss. 'Twould be a shame if something happened to you."
"His majesty's?"
"Look, I've been through that before. Please go."
"May I see his majesty?"
"Well, it can't do much harm I suppose. You're a wee lassie, you couldn't harm him if'n you wanted to!" The man smiled, he had been joking. He led her horse through a side alley to an inn. Here he bade her dismount and tether her horse.
As Alanna followed him through the smoke-filled main room she thought about her alias. What should she call herself? Uh, Karime, that would do. A man, about thirty, sat at the head of the table, talking in a whisper. Alanna's man approached him.
"Majesty, this yon lass didn't know who you were. Care to enlighten her?" The table laughed, Alanna blushed.
"Aye, I will. Lass, I'm the lord here abouts. The thief lord that is. And you are -?"
"Karime. Karime Dayansra."
"Well Karime. Are you a thief? An assassin? A spy maybe?"
"No Lord. I am, just Karime I guess."
"Well, just Karime, can you fight?"
"No Lord, I can't."
"Do you want to learn?"
"No Lord."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Where are you from?"
"Ah, the lass is Gallan." Called out a flower girl. "Notice her name and looks."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Well Karime, come back when you have something to offer. I don't take on no-hopers
"What made you think I came here to be taken on?"
"Everyone does." Replied the man, smugly. "Be seeing you, Karime."
"Well, I didn't. Good bye, majesty, but I doubt I'll be seeing you, that's for certain."
NEXT MORNING:
"I would like to formally announce the engagement of my son to Lady Delia of Eldorne."
**Who knows, she may turn out all right in this fic, though by Mithros it'll be hard to do. What did you think? Flames will burn up my Welsh revision. **
~*~Dyana~*~