[b]Woe or Woo? (Part 1)[/b]
[b]A/N: Thankyou for all my kind reviews. I got some really good constructive criticism, thanks cytosine! I also got K/J support and I can reveal that I think it will be turning out that way. It seems right for this fic at the moment. I apologise for using 'Yamani sticks' in my chapter, I was generalising, and I tend to do that. The start of this chapter is a flashback of Joren's. It will tell you why he burst into Kel's room and also give you a better insight into his thoughts.
This is the first proper TP romance fic that I have written, bar 'Kel is in trouble with Neal' which makes me cringe whenever I see the title. If I mess it up or put in too much fluff, please tell me, it's how I'll learn.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Tammy's. Drat it. Except the Garnet. Mine, my preciousss! [/b]
[i] ONE DAY BEORE:
The Mindelan girl was going down. It all started when she came, on the first day. Queenscove had to intervene, or she'd be gone by now. It's easy enough to slip her into private rooms or down the wrong passage in a large palace, no one would be any wiser. But she had stayed, to torment his manhood. Being best had come naturally to him, always winning and doing it right. Then she had come. It hadn't stopped him being good, but she had put a bad name for him around, first with the other pages and servants and later with the whole palace. He wanted the girl to go, and he figured the Garnet would be good to use to bring her down. He didn't know why she hadn't demanded payment there and then; she always worked for a price. But he was grateful for her plan, no question.
As he listened to his friends, more like minions really, he turned idea after idea around in his head. There was no easy way to start it. Once he had begun, he could pursue her however he liked, but it would be hard. There was almost no privacy for the squires, day or night and although Kel could shut her door with male pages now, it wasn't to be recommended. People had an annoying habit of needing Kel at the worst moments. If he did it publicly, a scene would follow up and then he would be for it.
Eventually he came up with a plan. It was random, but once he had begun, it would get better and better until he practically had her mind, and her, wrapped around his little finger. He'd go into her room just before lunch when she was alone, then kiss her. The idea disgusted him, but there was little else he could do, under the circumstances. It would twist her mind and confuse her. That was good. If she was confused, she'd be irrational. If she was irrational, she's react more favourably to his mind games. [/i]
Joren sat in the dimly lit library, flicking through back notes in one of the books about modern Corus. Finding the right page, he pulled a candle stump closer and began to read:
[b]
THE GARNET - TEERA
Teera, more commonly known as the Garnet, is a high ranking mercenary in the Corus rogue. With unknown lineage and no visible connections with reputable society, the Garnet is totally Rogue. She started life as a small time actress and barmaid in a small tavern turned theatre. Working her way up the ranks by deceit, charm and cunning, the Garnet became possibly the top female rogue of the city approximately three years ago, 'The Rogue' being male. Her most famous demand so far has been a large satchel of diamonds for the seduction and assassination of an enemy of the merchant house, Thatcher. Her age is unknown but she is likely to be in her mid twenties, early thirties.
For more information on the Rogue and the Garnet, turn to appendix C of the main dictionary.
[/b]
Joren gave a sigh of annoyance. He had hoped for more information, so that he could at least know more about her. Instead he had a reference to another text, which would probably tell him less than the first. Rolling his eyes, he made his way down the palace halls to go to his own holiday suite, shared with Garvey of Runnerspring and his older brother. When he got there, the time caught up with him and he decided to rest, tomorrow he would be entering a fencing tournament with some visiting nobles from Tyra.
.As he slept he dreamt. He was looking at the back of a woman's head, he couldn't tell who yet. She was vaguely good looking, in a strong kind of way, and she was cowering in a bed. Her face was turned to the wall and she didn't make a sound. He approached and turned her with a swift movement with his hand. She spun around with the barest of noises. He smiled grimly as he saw her face. The bottom lip trembled ever so slightly and he relished the fear in her eyes. Laying a soft hand on her cheek, he tilted her head up, then turned his perfect nails and made four thin scratches down her cheek. Then, he pulled her to stand up and- woke up.
Swearing, he had wanted to know what would happen next, he made his way up and dressed for the day.
~*~*~*~
Kel hadn't slept well the night before. She had spent her time convincing herself that Joren was on drugs, or that it was a dare. In the end, she fell into dazed dreams. When she woke, the world seemed brighter and she hardly remembered anything from the day before. When Joren saw her around, he was surprised that she wasn't more twitched around him, but not unduly worried. After all, it had begun.
~*~*~*~
Teera was dressed for flash, gems glinting all over her neck and throat. She was paying a tribute to The Rogue, Marek Swiftknife. He received her graciously, her finely made weapons, stocks of poisons and gems he took with polite thanks. She spent an enjoyable evening with the king of the rogue, talking about jobs, that past and joking. Teera always enjoyed Marek's company, for all she revered and served him. But he didn't know how dangerous she was. Not many knew, not even herself, if the truth be told.
[b] A/N: Here are some review thankyous:
cytosine: Thanks for the advice. It was really useful. K/J it is, unless something drastic happens.
Hyacinth: I'm sorry! I'd love to BETA it for you.
Keita: K/J it is.
Lady Me: Not planning to, no.
Utsusemi: Thanks. I tend to generalise. ;D
Snow*Flake: I'm glad you liked it. K/J it will be.
Demented-dreamer: Most of what you read by me will be confusing. I do tend to have that effect.
Thankyous all for the reviews.
By the way, if anybody likes LOTR, I suggest reading the VSDs. I'll post up the URL next chapter.
Byeeeeee!
[b]A/N: Thankyou for all my kind reviews. I got some really good constructive criticism, thanks cytosine! I also got K/J support and I can reveal that I think it will be turning out that way. It seems right for this fic at the moment. I apologise for using 'Yamani sticks' in my chapter, I was generalising, and I tend to do that. The start of this chapter is a flashback of Joren's. It will tell you why he burst into Kel's room and also give you a better insight into his thoughts.
This is the first proper TP romance fic that I have written, bar 'Kel is in trouble with Neal' which makes me cringe whenever I see the title. If I mess it up or put in too much fluff, please tell me, it's how I'll learn.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Tammy's. Drat it. Except the Garnet. Mine, my preciousss! [/b]
[i] ONE DAY BEORE:
The Mindelan girl was going down. It all started when she came, on the first day. Queenscove had to intervene, or she'd be gone by now. It's easy enough to slip her into private rooms or down the wrong passage in a large palace, no one would be any wiser. But she had stayed, to torment his manhood. Being best had come naturally to him, always winning and doing it right. Then she had come. It hadn't stopped him being good, but she had put a bad name for him around, first with the other pages and servants and later with the whole palace. He wanted the girl to go, and he figured the Garnet would be good to use to bring her down. He didn't know why she hadn't demanded payment there and then; she always worked for a price. But he was grateful for her plan, no question.
As he listened to his friends, more like minions really, he turned idea after idea around in his head. There was no easy way to start it. Once he had begun, he could pursue her however he liked, but it would be hard. There was almost no privacy for the squires, day or night and although Kel could shut her door with male pages now, it wasn't to be recommended. People had an annoying habit of needing Kel at the worst moments. If he did it publicly, a scene would follow up and then he would be for it.
Eventually he came up with a plan. It was random, but once he had begun, it would get better and better until he practically had her mind, and her, wrapped around his little finger. He'd go into her room just before lunch when she was alone, then kiss her. The idea disgusted him, but there was little else he could do, under the circumstances. It would twist her mind and confuse her. That was good. If she was confused, she'd be irrational. If she was irrational, she's react more favourably to his mind games. [/i]
Joren sat in the dimly lit library, flicking through back notes in one of the books about modern Corus. Finding the right page, he pulled a candle stump closer and began to read:
[b]
THE GARNET - TEERA
Teera, more commonly known as the Garnet, is a high ranking mercenary in the Corus rogue. With unknown lineage and no visible connections with reputable society, the Garnet is totally Rogue. She started life as a small time actress and barmaid in a small tavern turned theatre. Working her way up the ranks by deceit, charm and cunning, the Garnet became possibly the top female rogue of the city approximately three years ago, 'The Rogue' being male. Her most famous demand so far has been a large satchel of diamonds for the seduction and assassination of an enemy of the merchant house, Thatcher. Her age is unknown but she is likely to be in her mid twenties, early thirties.
For more information on the Rogue and the Garnet, turn to appendix C of the main dictionary.
[/b]
Joren gave a sigh of annoyance. He had hoped for more information, so that he could at least know more about her. Instead he had a reference to another text, which would probably tell him less than the first. Rolling his eyes, he made his way down the palace halls to go to his own holiday suite, shared with Garvey of Runnerspring and his older brother. When he got there, the time caught up with him and he decided to rest, tomorrow he would be entering a fencing tournament with some visiting nobles from Tyra.
.As he slept he dreamt. He was looking at the back of a woman's head, he couldn't tell who yet. She was vaguely good looking, in a strong kind of way, and she was cowering in a bed. Her face was turned to the wall and she didn't make a sound. He approached and turned her with a swift movement with his hand. She spun around with the barest of noises. He smiled grimly as he saw her face. The bottom lip trembled ever so slightly and he relished the fear in her eyes. Laying a soft hand on her cheek, he tilted her head up, then turned his perfect nails and made four thin scratches down her cheek. Then, he pulled her to stand up and- woke up.
Swearing, he had wanted to know what would happen next, he made his way up and dressed for the day.
~*~*~*~
Kel hadn't slept well the night before. She had spent her time convincing herself that Joren was on drugs, or that it was a dare. In the end, she fell into dazed dreams. When she woke, the world seemed brighter and she hardly remembered anything from the day before. When Joren saw her around, he was surprised that she wasn't more twitched around him, but not unduly worried. After all, it had begun.
~*~*~*~
Teera was dressed for flash, gems glinting all over her neck and throat. She was paying a tribute to The Rogue, Marek Swiftknife. He received her graciously, her finely made weapons, stocks of poisons and gems he took with polite thanks. She spent an enjoyable evening with the king of the rogue, talking about jobs, that past and joking. Teera always enjoyed Marek's company, for all she revered and served him. But he didn't know how dangerous she was. Not many knew, not even herself, if the truth be told.
[b] A/N: Here are some review thankyous:
cytosine: Thanks for the advice. It was really useful. K/J it is, unless something drastic happens.
Hyacinth: I'm sorry! I'd love to BETA it for you.
Keita: K/J it is.
Lady Me: Not planning to, no.
Utsusemi: Thanks. I tend to generalise. ;D
Snow*Flake: I'm glad you liked it. K/J it will be.
Demented-dreamer: Most of what you read by me will be confusing. I do tend to have that effect.
Thankyous all for the reviews.
By the way, if anybody likes LOTR, I suggest reading the VSDs. I'll post up the URL next chapter.
Byeeeeee!