Hey! This is another Ella fic. You like? Even if you don't, review anyway. Kat
I was born, first daughter, to Queen Ella of Frell, and King Charmont, also of Frell. From the time I could pick up a needle, my mistresses began to teach me to embroider. I hated it. I hated the fact that the loathsome needle poked me all the time. I was awful at stitching, but did my governesses care? No. 'It comes with practice, Princess," they all said. And to make things worse, I was startlingly beautiful, something that made princes and lords from near and far come to ask for my hand in marriage. They were all gross, pampered pigs who could never take their eyes off me. I sent each and every one of the away numerous times, but did that stop them? They just kept coming back each time more disgusting and loathsome. The only girlish thing I liked to do was dance. I loved to dance, and I was good at it. It was very evil of me, but I always danced with my suitors before I turned them down. At least those worthless pigs were good for something. The let me dance, and it always got their hopes up. Then when they asked if I would marry them, I would just say I was very sorry, but no. I don't feel ready, I am not old enough, what ever to get them to leave. I looked out the window. A handsome young boy was riding by on a worn out mule. He was by far the best looking of any of the nobles who had asked to marry me, but the sad thing was that he was a peasant. Oh well.
I glanced around, and realized with a start that it was time for "Nathan's" fencing lesson. I looked around to make sure that nobody was watching, than unlocked the secret compartment in my bed. I pulled out a floppy leather hat and tucked my hair into it. I pulled out a green tunic and brown leather breeches. I put them on and tied the breeches with a piece of rope. I would take on the appearance of a peasant boy in order to get my fencing lesson. I looked in a full length mirror and checked out my appearance. I could of passed for a boy, and that was what I was trying to do. I climbed out my window, shimmied down a tree, and rubbed dirt in my face. There, now I looked like I lived in an old hut. Good. I walked up and was about to knock on the door. Then it hit me. I don't have an alibi to be missing. Quickly, I ran back up the tree and back into my room. I tucked my gown that I had been wearing formally into the secret compartment, and bunched up pillows under the covers of my bed to look as thought I was sleeping. I looked in the mirror again. A wisp of my dark hair had come loose from my hat. Frustrated, I ripped off my hat, my waist length chocolate brown hair cascading like a dark waterfall down my back. I rolled my eyes at my hair. Most girls would die to have hair like me, but I didn't care for it much. It was pretty, but there were more things to life than beauty. I put up my hair again, and stuffed the hat roughly over it again. It was lopsided. Thoroughly annoyed now, I ripped it off again. I did it again. This time, it was lumpy. It took me three tries to get the hat to look right.
"Oh, Princess Linsey! Oh, dear Lord, a crook!" one of my ladies in waiting yelled. I rolled under the bed, holing my hat to make sure it didn't fall off. I didn't want all that work I had spent to be in vain! She ran screaming down the hall. I saw my chance and grabbed it. I jumped up and climbed to a branch where I could hear them, but they couldn't see me. I heard the heavy steps of the captain of the guards and the light, frantic steps of the lady in waiting coming up the stairs. I held my breath and waited. Then came the thing that rewarded all my efforts to not be seen.
"Stupid girl," the captain of the guards hissed. "Either there never was a crook, or your retarded yelling scared him away!" With that, I heard him turn on his heel and stalk out the door. I heard the girl choke back a sob and flee the room. Chuckling to myself, I slid down the tree. I was thinking about how much I loved to fence, and how I was so good at it. I was the best in the class and the most unpopular in the class. All the big tough guys thought that that the scrawny boy in front of them would be no challenge. What a surprise did they get when I ran them to the ground in seconds. Ha! Though nothing was ever hurt but their pride, the always hated me after that. Maybe because they were snotty faced noble brats, who if anyone beat them, the offender would be killed. Oh well. I am glad I wasn't brought up that way.
I just realized that my wandering footsteps, lost in a fantasy, had brought me to the gardens. The sundial said I had about a few minutes to get to the training arena. I ran to the wooden arena and stopped. I didn't know why, but there was something foreboding about going in to the arena. I wished I had my sword with me, but it was all kept in the Royal Weaponry. I wasn't scared; I was very rarely scared, I was merely nervous. And I was curious. I remembered that the captain of the guards, (and also the trainer) would be here at any moment, and he got very angry if the class wasn't ready to begin. With bated breath, I opened the wooden door.
Hey, how do you all like it so far? It is two whole pages! Wow! Please review or I will set my overprotective guinea pig on you. How will I know, you ask? Well, I never reveal my ways.
Luv, Kat