Chapter Eleven...Isabelle blows her cover...you heard me right. She blows
her cover. Don't forget, responses and stuff will be at the bottom from now
on!
I have a friend named Devin, it's chapter eleven! (You didn't think I'd forget the good-luck rhyme, did ya?)
William had been edgy all afternoon; and he couldn't figure out why. He guessed it was because of the ball that coming night. He again was stuffed into an itchy outfit that was too over the top for him, (he never liked embroidery, anyway) and his mother would pop up at frequent intervals from nowhere to scare him out of his wits, making him more nervous and to top it all off she was constantly hinting about what she wanted her grandchildren to be named.
Of course, he really had no one to blame but himself for being so jittery. I just happened to be high-strung; he reassured himself, another thanks to mother for giving me that tendency. And it must have been really bad, because he snapped at two servants, and cornered a kitchen maid who he thought looked familiar.
He snorted thinking about the last girl-the same who accidentally dropped the ring in that soup a few weeks back. He didn't know why she seemed so familiar. He had seen her several times, and thought--no, knew--he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where.
He pushed it aside and managed to escape into the sanctuary garden. He sat on his usual bench, looking at his reflection in the lily pond. William pulled off his heavy crown and smoothed over his hair, which always seemed to stick up. He remembered that that was the place where he became friends with Lady Mary at his birthday ball. Throwing a leaf at a frog, he sighed and rested his head in his hand as he watched the frog jump into the water.
The ball was only a few hours away, and the only reason he was going was to see Mary again. Heck, that was the reason the ball was being held in the first place, but William didn't want to get specific or anything.
"William, darling!" a singsong voice called out that made William freeze.
Mother, he thought.
His first instinct was to run. It was a hedge maze garden, so he could hide easily, and, with any luck, make mother get lost-maybe forever, he thought happily-but he was too late. The Queen turned a bend and spotted William, who was in the act of running off.
"William, dear, there you are, I've been looking all over for you! The ball's starting!" When William didn't immediately come, she put her hands on her hips and sighed dramatically. "Well, are you coming?"
William grumbled something indistinguishable, stuck his hands in his pockets, and reluctantly followed his mother like a five-year-old child.
*~~*
Isabelle was shaking so much she could hardly finish putting on her dress. She had decided on the silvery moon one, and left her hair down her back, shining and wavy. After nodding approvingly at her reflection, she left the room.
She decided, instead of waltzing in, having her name announced and being stared at by everyone, she'd slip in unnoticed.
She found a back door that led to the ballroom and quietly slipped in unnoticed by anyone. When she wanted to talk to William, she could, but for the moment she decided to just talk amongst the other people.
She spotted John and Charles across the room and decided to talk to him.
Slipping around people in the crowd who hardly noticed her, she, after about five minutes, managed to get to the two men.
"Hello, John. Hello, Charles." She got the men's' attention, and they looked up from whatever conversation they were having.
"Uhh, hello." Charles said, raising his eyebrow quizzically. A long pause followed in which the two men looked completely perplexed.
"Aren't you going to say something, like how I have been fattening up, or how my job is in the kitchen?"
"What?"
"Don't you remember me?"
"Cat-skin? Is that you?" John looked surprised.
Suddenly Isabelle realized what she had just done. She mentally slapped herself several times and stood looking at John and Charles.
"Uhh, no..."
They just stared at Isabelle in total bewilderment. "Cat-skin?"
Isabelle took a lock of her hair. "Uhh, who is cat-skin?"
"You don't know?" Charles held the bridge of his nose between his two fingers, massaging it in a way that made Isabelle want to laugh out loud. "Cat-skin is a kitchen girl. You sound just like her."
"And what you said..." John rubbed his forehead. "Are you sure you're not cat-skin, and forgot or something?"
"No, I'm not some kitchen-girl!" Isabelle tried her best to sound angry. "How dare you compare me to one!"
"I am sorry, Lady, but you just seem a lot like her...I am sorry." They looked very flustered and tried to fix the circumstances. "But are you sure you're not cat-skin?"
"NO!!" Isabelle cried.
After her little outburst, she paused for a second. Would it be so bad if I told them? She thought. After all, they were kind to me, and they should know. And they wouldn't tell. She looked left and right, making sure William or the Queen weren't in the near vicinity.
"Come with me." She said. This just made John and Charles look more befuddled.
"Huh?"
"Come here." She took John's hand and led him into the garden, Charles trotting alongside the two. "Listen, John and Charles, I am going to explain everything to you, but you must promise not to tell."
*~~*
"So you were running from your father?" Charles and John no longer looked confused, but surprised. "Well, that's a relief. I thought I was going insane."
"Me too!" John and Charles exchanged pleased glances like two little boys.
"But you mustn't tell a soul!"
"Oh, we won't."
"We promise." Charles nodded.
"We are glad you told us, though." John said solemnly. "I like knowing secret information. It's like being in a club, or something of that sort."
Isabelle laughed at the two men, and the three walked back towards the ball.
On their way back they bumped into another person, who seemed to be storming quickly away from the ball. Isabelle stopped to see who it was.
"Lady Mary?"
"William?" Isabelle turned face to face with the Prince.
Special Thanks to:
Stargazer-That sounds like an odd book. Bleeding? Well, it makes no sense, but maybe you'd have to read it to or something. Anyway, thanks for the review! And I was thinking of doing the practical Princess as well! (Plus everyone who reviewed said that one, too!)
Beffers-I will read that book, it sounds good!
Impluse_k9-Thanks for your critique! I always love compliments! I try to make the characters more 3-d and not flat. And I've started work on the Practical Princess! Well, for the books, my grandparents belonged to this book club called Parent's Press when they were only parents and my mom was a baby. Over the years they kept all those books, so whenever the grandchildren go over to the grandparent's house, they still read those books. Heck, I'm almost fifteen and I still read them! They bring back a lot of old memories, ya know?
Jenny the Chica-Special Thanks again! Yes, I do like the Prince, he's growing on me too...too bad he's not real! And I'm working on the first chap of the Practical Princess!
Arwen Star-Your boss's name is Marco? That's really funny! I'm working on the Practical Princess so I'll do Stupid Marco next!
I have a friend named Devin, it's chapter eleven! (You didn't think I'd forget the good-luck rhyme, did ya?)
William had been edgy all afternoon; and he couldn't figure out why. He guessed it was because of the ball that coming night. He again was stuffed into an itchy outfit that was too over the top for him, (he never liked embroidery, anyway) and his mother would pop up at frequent intervals from nowhere to scare him out of his wits, making him more nervous and to top it all off she was constantly hinting about what she wanted her grandchildren to be named.
Of course, he really had no one to blame but himself for being so jittery. I just happened to be high-strung; he reassured himself, another thanks to mother for giving me that tendency. And it must have been really bad, because he snapped at two servants, and cornered a kitchen maid who he thought looked familiar.
He snorted thinking about the last girl-the same who accidentally dropped the ring in that soup a few weeks back. He didn't know why she seemed so familiar. He had seen her several times, and thought--no, knew--he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where.
He pushed it aside and managed to escape into the sanctuary garden. He sat on his usual bench, looking at his reflection in the lily pond. William pulled off his heavy crown and smoothed over his hair, which always seemed to stick up. He remembered that that was the place where he became friends with Lady Mary at his birthday ball. Throwing a leaf at a frog, he sighed and rested his head in his hand as he watched the frog jump into the water.
The ball was only a few hours away, and the only reason he was going was to see Mary again. Heck, that was the reason the ball was being held in the first place, but William didn't want to get specific or anything.
"William, darling!" a singsong voice called out that made William freeze.
Mother, he thought.
His first instinct was to run. It was a hedge maze garden, so he could hide easily, and, with any luck, make mother get lost-maybe forever, he thought happily-but he was too late. The Queen turned a bend and spotted William, who was in the act of running off.
"William, dear, there you are, I've been looking all over for you! The ball's starting!" When William didn't immediately come, she put her hands on her hips and sighed dramatically. "Well, are you coming?"
William grumbled something indistinguishable, stuck his hands in his pockets, and reluctantly followed his mother like a five-year-old child.
*~~*
Isabelle was shaking so much she could hardly finish putting on her dress. She had decided on the silvery moon one, and left her hair down her back, shining and wavy. After nodding approvingly at her reflection, she left the room.
She decided, instead of waltzing in, having her name announced and being stared at by everyone, she'd slip in unnoticed.
She found a back door that led to the ballroom and quietly slipped in unnoticed by anyone. When she wanted to talk to William, she could, but for the moment she decided to just talk amongst the other people.
She spotted John and Charles across the room and decided to talk to him.
Slipping around people in the crowd who hardly noticed her, she, after about five minutes, managed to get to the two men.
"Hello, John. Hello, Charles." She got the men's' attention, and they looked up from whatever conversation they were having.
"Uhh, hello." Charles said, raising his eyebrow quizzically. A long pause followed in which the two men looked completely perplexed.
"Aren't you going to say something, like how I have been fattening up, or how my job is in the kitchen?"
"What?"
"Don't you remember me?"
"Cat-skin? Is that you?" John looked surprised.
Suddenly Isabelle realized what she had just done. She mentally slapped herself several times and stood looking at John and Charles.
"Uhh, no..."
They just stared at Isabelle in total bewilderment. "Cat-skin?"
Isabelle took a lock of her hair. "Uhh, who is cat-skin?"
"You don't know?" Charles held the bridge of his nose between his two fingers, massaging it in a way that made Isabelle want to laugh out loud. "Cat-skin is a kitchen girl. You sound just like her."
"And what you said..." John rubbed his forehead. "Are you sure you're not cat-skin, and forgot or something?"
"No, I'm not some kitchen-girl!" Isabelle tried her best to sound angry. "How dare you compare me to one!"
"I am sorry, Lady, but you just seem a lot like her...I am sorry." They looked very flustered and tried to fix the circumstances. "But are you sure you're not cat-skin?"
"NO!!" Isabelle cried.
After her little outburst, she paused for a second. Would it be so bad if I told them? She thought. After all, they were kind to me, and they should know. And they wouldn't tell. She looked left and right, making sure William or the Queen weren't in the near vicinity.
"Come with me." She said. This just made John and Charles look more befuddled.
"Huh?"
"Come here." She took John's hand and led him into the garden, Charles trotting alongside the two. "Listen, John and Charles, I am going to explain everything to you, but you must promise not to tell."
*~~*
"So you were running from your father?" Charles and John no longer looked confused, but surprised. "Well, that's a relief. I thought I was going insane."
"Me too!" John and Charles exchanged pleased glances like two little boys.
"But you mustn't tell a soul!"
"Oh, we won't."
"We promise." Charles nodded.
"We are glad you told us, though." John said solemnly. "I like knowing secret information. It's like being in a club, or something of that sort."
Isabelle laughed at the two men, and the three walked back towards the ball.
On their way back they bumped into another person, who seemed to be storming quickly away from the ball. Isabelle stopped to see who it was.
"Lady Mary?"
"William?" Isabelle turned face to face with the Prince.
Special Thanks to:
Stargazer-That sounds like an odd book. Bleeding? Well, it makes no sense, but maybe you'd have to read it to or something. Anyway, thanks for the review! And I was thinking of doing the practical Princess as well! (Plus everyone who reviewed said that one, too!)
Beffers-I will read that book, it sounds good!
Impluse_k9-Thanks for your critique! I always love compliments! I try to make the characters more 3-d and not flat. And I've started work on the Practical Princess! Well, for the books, my grandparents belonged to this book club called Parent's Press when they were only parents and my mom was a baby. Over the years they kept all those books, so whenever the grandchildren go over to the grandparent's house, they still read those books. Heck, I'm almost fifteen and I still read them! They bring back a lot of old memories, ya know?
Jenny the Chica-Special Thanks again! Yes, I do like the Prince, he's growing on me too...too bad he's not real! And I'm working on the first chap of the Practical Princess!
Arwen Star-Your boss's name is Marco? That's really funny! I'm working on the Practical Princess so I'll do Stupid Marco next!