Hmmmm…Ok… I got an idea. But I warn you, this fic will never finish. Later on, it's gets too… personal for me to continue posting up. Sorry… I might be able to just delete some of the personal stuff, but it might damage the story line (remember this is all written in my head already, it was a LONG time ago)
The King, seemingly oblivious to the shock of the nobles and knights around him, asked,
"So it's true then? He is dead."
"Yes," I answered truthfully, "I really don't know what I'll be doing now th-"
"Your Majesty!," one of his shocked nobles interjected, " You can't actually take the word of this commoner! You can't actually believe that SHE (he said this obvious distaste) can prove it with this dirty knife!"
My eyes narrowed. This pompous little fat man was going to learn his lesson! I would ju- The King's next announcement put a stop to my (evil) train of thoughts.
"I would advise you not to doubt the word of this young lady. She just happens to be a ver- Keita! Get back here right NOW! I don't care if he's annoying! Don't DO anything!"
I had of course, by this point, ghosted and was in the process of walking up to the fat man to "teach him a lesson". Of course, Jon, being a king (however priggish he may be as a person) was right.
"Fine." I said in my really creepy echo-y voice (Wow I loved that voice!) and I appeared right beside the fat man. He jumped, eyes wide. I calmly walked over the Shaylee, who throughout this entire time had just stayed perfectly still in the middle on the room. I clambered on top of her, and said,
"If there's anything else you need…just yell…" I laughed, because obviously he wouldn't be able to FIND me anywhere. I suddenly got struck with the best idea for a spectacular exit. (Hey! I may be the heroine of the day, but I'm NOT modest or humble! I'm ME!) I urged Shaylee into a gallop and raced towards the most solid-looking wall in the room. Then I kicked Shay into a jump and just as she was about to smash into the wall, I ghosted us. I could just imagine the shocked look on everyone's faces! Hehehehe Wow, was Jon gonna have a lot of explaining to do or WHAT!
2 days later
There's gonna be a ball! A ball! Woohoo! Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not a girly girl make-up fashion kinda person, (I didn't even bother with lip-gloss on a day to day basis, and routinely walked around in grungy flannels) but I had been in love with medieval style dresses and costumes ever since I was a little girl. Now I would FINALLY get to wear one. Yes! It was perfect! (Ok, YES I am going to describe the dress to you all, it's quite necessary in this type of narration don't you think? If you don't wanna hear me make a fool of myself by following in every other Mary-Sues footprints, skip it, start reading again at… I'd say at the "HERE!")
It was a beautiful split-front skirted gown, in a wonderful rich green. It had straps were about an inch thick and sleeves attached that came off the shoulder, only to widen, split and go almost to the floor. My petticoats were a pale green cloth, and felt something like silk. I really wouldn't know, I wasn't a seamstress or anything. The front laced up tightly and enhanced (my sadly lacking) bust. The dress also (thankfully) made my waist seem a tad bit bigger than it really was, a good thing when your skinniness can only be described as emaciated. That was also the reason I asked for wide sleeves. My arms were extremely skinny as well. There was no train, thankfully, THAT would be a bit much. (a/n You know what? I found a picture of my gown! Someone actually made it! I'm gonna have to go buy me one or something! Wow! Only imagine it in green with no train-- http://www.yosa.com/catalog/fantasy/tempestbigd.jpg)
My golden brown elbow length hair (wonderful hair, I really like my hair) was combed down and curly (natural curls damn you! I'm no fake!), with two silver clips holding it a bit back from my face. The face paint was simple and almost non-existent, I really disliked make-up. A bit of black outlining on my eyes, a smudge of ivory-green on my eyelids, and a tiny bit of lip rouge (to take the focus off my gargantuan nose) To complete the outfit I wore some dainty green slippers to match the petticoats of my gown.
As for jewelry? Just a thin and small sliver chain with a small silver star.
AND to make myself seem like the oh-so-prepared and dangerous woman. I tied a small sheathed knife right below my knee. It seemed so garter-like I almost puked. But still… it felt good to be secretly armed, so evil. Ok, let's not make the dangerous error that this dress transformed me and made me beautiful. It didn't. I was still painfully plain-looking, never-had-any-guy-romantically-interested-in-me Keita. Only with a REALLY nice dress.
HERE!
I slipped in through a wall in the corner to avoid being announced. I was terrified of those stairs. I was naturally clumsy, and combined with silky slippers and a heavy loooooooooong dress, it would be a disaster. I would undoubtedly slip and fall down, most likely to be caught by the man of my dreams. Ick. NOT HAPPENING!
I scanned the room. The dresses fascinated me! I loved all the styles and colors…they were all so beautiful! Not as pretty as MINE (:oD) of course, but beautiful all the same.
Only now did I realize how ridiculous men actually looked in fancy hose or breeches. It was just hilarious. They were men in tights! MEN in TIGHTS! It reminded me of that movie, "Robin Hood: Men in Tights" I could just picture all of the men suddenly getting in a line and singing and dancing to that song "We're men, we're men in tights, tight tights!"… Hehehehe. How could people not have noticed that fact in all their fan fictions? I had to distract myself before anyone saw me bursting into laughter.
Aha! The food! The glorious glorious food! There was a table in the back covered in cakes and meats and dishes and… I couldn't take it anymore, I HAD to have that food. I got up and made an ungraceful bee-line towards the table. Grabbing a dish I quickly heaped up 3 different types on cakes on it, 2 pastries, 1 huge spoonful of cream and a cookie. I drooled at simply the THOUGHT of eating it. I went back to my seat, a plush velvet chair (of course) one of the many lining the walls of the ballroom, for dainty, tired ladies. I sat down and dug in. Half way through the last slice of the simply indescribably delicious cake, someone tapped my shoulder.
"Would you care to dance, my lady?"
I looked up. There in front of me was a man, er….teenager I guess, I'd say he was about 17-18 or so, possibly a knight. He had brown curls and a slightly gap-toothed smile…hmmmmmmm that description rang a bell…
"Nope sorry, I'm too busy falling in love this cake!" I said. Well I had to put him off somehow…I couldn't dance! I'd never even really seen proper ballroom dancing before! He blinked and laughed. I doubt that anyone had ever answered him in QUITE that way before. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me. Then he looked at my plate. Then at my waist. Then he frowned. I knew that look.
"I know, I know…Yes I DO always eat like this and no, I'm not wearing a corset. I really don't know how I stay this thin all the time. Numair says I'm a physical anomaly. I prefer to call myself a scientific phenomenon."
He laughed again.
"That certainly sounds like something Master Salmalin would say." he said.
"I know!"
We joked around for a couple of minutes before he realized that I didn't know his name, nor he mine.
"Errr… I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself to you! I'm Sir Owen of Jesslaw."
So he WAS Owen! Humph, forgetting to introduce himself, what an Owen-like thing to do! Not even Wyldon could beat THAT out of him. No tact, no sense.
"I'm uuuuuuuhhhh," As soon as he heard who I was he'd probably make an excuse to go somewhere else. I decided to make up a fake name and an imaginary fief.
"I'm Lady Kee of Cloverwood." Well I did technically come from a forest full of clovers… I chewed the last piece of that mouth-watering cake, brushed the crumbs of my dress and-
"Now would you care to dance?"
I winced. This was not good.
"Um Owen? I can't exactly, you know…dance…" I trailed off miserably.
He looked at me a bit shocked, but nevertheless, as a true-bred gentleman (in tights! Hehehehe), he offered to take me on a walk in the gardens. Ouch. The gardens. The scene of so many secret romances and stolen kisses. The place EVERY Mary-Sue went with her special guy. Still, I really wanted to see them, so I agreed. (I have a plant fetish. Hey! Shut up you! I don't need your input!)
We had been wandered around the gardens for a while, with me commenting on this and that, just to make conversation. We had just sat down on a bench beside the entrance to the gardens when a short, red-faced page ran up to me.
"Lady Keita?"
I winced and nodded. Beside me I could practically FEEL Owen's shock. The page continued
"The King requests your presence. Would you like me to lead you to him?"
"No thank you," I replied and tossed him a coin. "Tell him I'll be right there."
The page ran off again, huffing and puffing out of sight. I turned to Owen and gave an apologetic smile.
"Look, you would have been uncomfortable if you had known who I really was. So I gave you a fake name…" Again I trailed off
He looked at me and I could tell he saw the truth in my words.
"You're right I suppose… I never expected you to be HER though. You seemed to be enjoy the ball… err food anyway. I kind of expected you to be more like Kel or the Lioness, hating balls and everything. EVERY," He grinned widely at this, "Every female fighter I know hates social events."
I laughed "You only know TWO of them! That's hardly 'every'!"
He chuckled and said "You really ought to go see the King now. Come on, I'll take you to him."
He made an extravagant bow and offered me his arm in mock-gentlemanliness. I curtsied, took his arm and said in mock-bubblyness,
"Oh thank you Sir Knight! I feel so safe with you protecting me!"
Our laughs ringing in the silver-crystal mooned night, echoing through the dewdrop glistening tinkling bluebells, we walked off to meet the King.
Joy oh Joys. I'm royally stuck. Again I have a GAP! I HUGE annoying gap! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…… Wait…. Wait a minute… NO NO GAP! I'VE GOT IT! THE PLOT IS UP AN RUNNING AGAIN! YEEEEES! *pumps fist in air in really cheesy celebration* The new chap will be up… eventually…