Hello peeps! I hardly been doin any writin, so a nw fic was in hand. I hope
u like it, as not many peeps seem 2 hav R'd my other 1s. hmph!
This needs at least 5 to cont. I hope u like it.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. At least, I don't think I do…
Chapter 1
Purple sparks begin to fly.
Alanna fumed. This was so unfair. How could Jon make her go to this stupid midwinter ball? Her dress was draped over a chair before her. She glared at it.
She had to admit though, it was pretty.
The lilac crinkled silk the dress was made of accented her violet eyes and the bodice was laced tight with silver cord. An arrow shaped waistline sported dangling amethysts, and tiny pearl drops. The low neckline was a bit too revealing, but made her figure look even more impressive.
She walked through her chambers to the bathroom and called to her squire.
'Neal, I'm using the washroom.'
'I'll be needing that in, say, 2 seconds, since I just came out' (lame, I know) Neal's wry drawl answered.
Alanna rolled her eyes, typical of Neal. She closed the washroom door, stripped off and sunk into a jasmine scented bath.
After relaxing for about half and hour, she cleaned herself up. Then, dried herself with a soft towel. Before returning to her chambers, she wrapped a bath gown around her slender, curvy form, she applied a subtle layer of lip paint, and some pink eye shadow, before slipping into the dress.
She was amazed at how comfortable it was. It fitted her like a glove. It clung to her in all the right places, and flared at the bottom.
Her attention turned to her mane of copper curls. She pulled a ¼ of her auburn hair into a bun, secured with a diamond sprinkled net. The rest she left to brush her bare shoulders.
The final touches to her image were some jet earbobs, her necklace with the ember core from the goddess, and raven black slippers.
'Neal, are you ready?' she called.
Her answer appeared in the doorway. Her squires hair was tamed (for once) and swept back neatly from its widow's peak. His breeches were immaculate, and their black colour contrasted with the gleaming white of his shirt.
Neal grinned at his sharp-tongued knight mistress. She looked stunning. As much as she complained about social events, Lady Alanna never failed to draw nearly every man attending to her at some point.
He was proud of how he looked too; he had managed to get his hair under control, and a clean outfit. Kel would be there. Lord Raoul had been commanded to come by Jon, so, as his squire, Kel would no doubt be attending also. He couldn't wait.
Alanna tugged her squire through the corridors to reach the hall.
Neal broke away from her grip, and raised an eyebrow at the lady knight.
'Since when are you eager to get to the ball?' suspicion sounded in his voice.
Alanna batted at him
' Jon wants to speak to me. And…'
Neal waited
'…we're being announced about…now'
'Lady Alanna of Pirate's Swoop and Squire Nealan of Queenscove'
'told you so.'
Alanna slowed her pace considerably, and had to yank Neal up just as he fell through the curtain they were to walk through.
A ripple of laughter ran through the hall. Neal righted himself and grinned. * I just hope Kel didn't see* he thought. Then his eyes fell upon her face, brimming with mirth. The usual rush of emotions washed over him.
Alanna was searching the hall for King Jonathan. She couldn't see him anywhere in the crowd, and he wasn't on the throne.
Finally, she found his sapphire eyes regarding her. He raised his hand and beckoned. Alanna peeled away from Neal, who went in the opposite direction to talk to Kel.
Alanna reached Jon and questioned him.
He opened his mouth to answer.
'Alanna…'
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Bluebell of Mindelan
This needs at least 5 to cont. I hope u like it.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. At least, I don't think I do…
Chapter 1
Purple sparks begin to fly.
Alanna fumed. This was so unfair. How could Jon make her go to this stupid midwinter ball? Her dress was draped over a chair before her. She glared at it.
She had to admit though, it was pretty.
The lilac crinkled silk the dress was made of accented her violet eyes and the bodice was laced tight with silver cord. An arrow shaped waistline sported dangling amethysts, and tiny pearl drops. The low neckline was a bit too revealing, but made her figure look even more impressive.
She walked through her chambers to the bathroom and called to her squire.
'Neal, I'm using the washroom.'
'I'll be needing that in, say, 2 seconds, since I just came out' (lame, I know) Neal's wry drawl answered.
Alanna rolled her eyes, typical of Neal. She closed the washroom door, stripped off and sunk into a jasmine scented bath.
After relaxing for about half and hour, she cleaned herself up. Then, dried herself with a soft towel. Before returning to her chambers, she wrapped a bath gown around her slender, curvy form, she applied a subtle layer of lip paint, and some pink eye shadow, before slipping into the dress.
She was amazed at how comfortable it was. It fitted her like a glove. It clung to her in all the right places, and flared at the bottom.
Her attention turned to her mane of copper curls. She pulled a ¼ of her auburn hair into a bun, secured with a diamond sprinkled net. The rest she left to brush her bare shoulders.
The final touches to her image were some jet earbobs, her necklace with the ember core from the goddess, and raven black slippers.
'Neal, are you ready?' she called.
Her answer appeared in the doorway. Her squires hair was tamed (for once) and swept back neatly from its widow's peak. His breeches were immaculate, and their black colour contrasted with the gleaming white of his shirt.
Neal grinned at his sharp-tongued knight mistress. She looked stunning. As much as she complained about social events, Lady Alanna never failed to draw nearly every man attending to her at some point.
He was proud of how he looked too; he had managed to get his hair under control, and a clean outfit. Kel would be there. Lord Raoul had been commanded to come by Jon, so, as his squire, Kel would no doubt be attending also. He couldn't wait.
Alanna tugged her squire through the corridors to reach the hall.
Neal broke away from her grip, and raised an eyebrow at the lady knight.
'Since when are you eager to get to the ball?' suspicion sounded in his voice.
Alanna batted at him
' Jon wants to speak to me. And…'
Neal waited
'…we're being announced about…now'
'Lady Alanna of Pirate's Swoop and Squire Nealan of Queenscove'
'told you so.'
Alanna slowed her pace considerably, and had to yank Neal up just as he fell through the curtain they were to walk through.
A ripple of laughter ran through the hall. Neal righted himself and grinned. * I just hope Kel didn't see* he thought. Then his eyes fell upon her face, brimming with mirth. The usual rush of emotions washed over him.
Alanna was searching the hall for King Jonathan. She couldn't see him anywhere in the crowd, and he wasn't on the throne.
Finally, she found his sapphire eyes regarding her. He raised his hand and beckoned. Alanna peeled away from Neal, who went in the opposite direction to talk to Kel.
Alanna reached Jon and questioned him.
He opened his mouth to answer.
'Alanna…'
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did u like it? Did u like it? That lovely blue box is callin u. Review, it cries, REVIEW! U know u wanna. I need at least 5 to continue, but u don't have to stop if there is already 5!
Bluebell of Mindelan