DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Tamora Pierce characters, but I do own Lady
Daniella and Lady Jacqueline, and Sir Logan and Turtle Lake and Dove's
Peak. PLUS I also own the story so don't steal it!
Sorry this chapter's taken a while to write... the story's almost finished, would you believe it?!? I have a dynamite ending that I hope you guys will like, you only have to wait another couple of more chapters...
Oh and I've figured out by now that when I put italics on my Word Document they don't show up on ff.net, so later on in the chapter I've put HTML codes for italics when you really need to distinguish between thoughts and words.
~ Chapter Twelve ~ Mind Control
It was another party. A private party, with all the Queen's favourite courtiers invited. Naturally, Lady Delia of Eldorne attended.
"It is so kind of you to invite me to your gathering," Delia told the Queen. "Your Majesty, I am honoured you remembered little me."
The Queen laughed. "Oh, Lady Delia, please, call me 'Queen Lianne'. After all, future daughter-in-laws should be on a fist name basis with their mother-in-laws, aren't I correct?"
Delia curtsied. "Yes, Queen Lianne," she said.
"Oh - Delia - you simply must meet my nephew, Duke Roger." Lianne gestured to a finely dressed man who was conversing with Duke Gareth.
Roger excused himself from the conversation, and made his way over to his Aunt. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Roger asked, bowing.
"Roger, may I make you known to Lady Delia of Eldorne?" Lianne asked politely. Roger bowed to the pretty young woman beside him. The woman, who was dressed in a fine shade of emerald silk, curtsied to the Duke. Her emerald- green eyes glittered with amusement.
"It is so lovely to finally meet His Highness's cousin," she said. "Queen Lianne has hardly stopped chatting about the two of you."
Duke Roger nodded courteously, smiling a most charming smile. "I can't see what there is to talk about," he joked. "Of His Highness, most certainly, but of me?"
"Where is my son, anyway?" asked Lianne, looking about.
"Oh, you know cousin Jonathan," Roger said. "I think he's still in his rooms, fussing over his hair or something." The three laughed merrily.
"Won't you go and retrieve him, Roger?" asked Lianne. "He really should be here by now."
Roger bowed to the Queen. "Most certainly, Your Majesty," he said.
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Alanna could hardly sit still. "I can't believe he's back," she said to Daniella, who was giggling furiously. "He's back - finally! After all this time, he's back, he's back!"
Alanna jumped up off her seat to get herself a drink. Daniella rolled over on the bed, still giggling helplessly. "You haven't sat still since news travelled round that the Prince was back early."
"Well, I'm excited," Alanna told her, going red.
"You know he has to go to that party first, before he can see anyone," Daniella told her. "Why don't you just get some sleep? You'll se him tomorrow."
Alanna sighed. "I suppose you're right. I just can't help feeling - that something's not right. I was so sure that Jon would have come to say 'hello' to me when he returned." Daniella smiled. "You'll see him tomorrow," she assured her. "So go to bed!" Alanna sighed, defeated. "Oh, ok," she said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," replied Daniella, shutting Alanna's door behind her.
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A groan from the bed lifted Roger's eyes. "Oh. You're awake," he commented mildly. The large body in the bed rolled over.
"Roger?" croaked a voice. "Why?"
Roger raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he repeated. "Why? Well, my dear cousin, because I want the throne. Purely and simply."
"The throne?"
"Yes, the throne," Roger said.
Jon groaned and rubbed his head and looked about, squinting in the darkness. "Where am I? How did I get here?" he asked.
Roger smiled maliciously. "It's one of my finer spells," he said. "Mind and body control. You see, before Aunt and Uncle set us on our way with all those gallant men, I was given a focus."
"Of me?" Jon asked.
"Yes, of you," Roger said. "To find you, if you happened to get yourself lost." "What kind of focus?" asked Jon.
"Some of your hair," said Roger. "And one of your rings. Also a small portrait of you."
Jon frowned. "Mind and body control?"
"Yes. Well, more body control than mind. Mind control drains a sorcerer so."
Memories came flooding back to Jon. "That's right," he said. "That night - we were a day's ride away from the palace. And you put sorcery over me."
"Yes," Roger said. "That's right."
"Why are you telling me this?" asked Jon.
"Well I'm going to kill you tomorrow night anyway," he said.
"Kill me?" asked Jon in disbelief.
Roger smirked. "Yes, kill you, my stupid cousin. Then kill your mother and father in the next few years - both of them dying from natural-seeming deaths."
"So how are you going to kill me?" Jon asked, trying to get as much information as possible.
"Well, I'm still debating about that delightful aspect," Roger said. "A slow killing disease... or a - framed - torturous murder?" he smiled nastily. "I was asked to come here to get you to come to the party your mother's arranged. So up and at 'em!" Orange fire spilled over Jon - he screamed, and his vision went black.
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Delightful music filled Alanna's ears. Unable to sleep, she decided a quiet stroll in the Garden would clear her head. She hadn't realised how close she was to the Queen's party until she glimpsed the musicians through the open glass doors.
"Excuse me, Lady?"
Alanna turned to face two knights armed with spears, and swords at their waist. "Yes?" she said.
"This is a private gathering of Her Majesty's company. I must ask you to leave, Lady, unless you are on the guest list," said one, burly-looking knight whom Alanna hadn't seen before.
Alanna squinted to see the knight who was standing in the shadows, behind the one who had spoken.
Suddenly a chuckle came from the knight in the shadows. "Leave be, Daniel," a rough, familiar voice said. The knight stepped into the light. "Lady Alanna, what might you be doing out this late with no escort?"
"Raoul!" Alanna cried. "I'm sorry - I didn't even realise the Queen was having her party here until I stumbled across it."
"Oh, that's ok, Alanna," Raoul said. "Actually, it's been a pretty quiet night, and I got stuck here doing guard duty." He shrugged. "Actually, I don't mind that much." He pulled a face. "I don't really - enjoy social events."
Alanna laughed "Nor do I," she told him with a laugh. Her eyes dropped, and she put an innocent look on her face. "Have you - have you seen Jon?" she asked in a timid voice, the corner of her lower lip.
Raoul of Goldenlake laughed. "How did I know you were going to ask that?" Alanna blushed, and hung her head. Raoul's face turned hard. "Actually, I haven't seen him at all, not since he's come back."
Alanna frowned. "Hmm," she said. "It's odd - he hasn't come to see me, either. And he got back late afternoon, so he had ample time..."
"Yeah..." agreed Raoul. He suddenly looked around. He leant close and whispered to Alanna, "he's coming to the party - Roger just went to get him. If you wait here, in the shadows, I can lead Jon out so you two can see each other."
Raoul leant back. "Oh, thanks so much, Raoul," she said sincerely, hugging him. "You don't know how much that means to me!"
"That's ok," Raoul said. "But make sure you stay in the shadows. The Queen would go off her top if she saw you here waiting for Jon."
Alanna frowned, looking confused. "Why?" she asked.
Raoul looked at her guiltily. "W - well..." he stammered.
Alanna put her hands on her hips. "Raoul, spit it out," she snapped.
Raoul blushed. "Um... the Queen doesn't really - ah - approve of yours and Jon's 'relationship'. She's trying to arrange his marriage to Lady Delia."
"Delia?!" Alanna cried, disgusted. "Lady Delia of Eldorne?"
"The very one," Raoul said.
"But - but - Delia knows we're together, and I know she's mean and spiteful, especially since..." Alanna stopped. "Oh. Oh."
"What?" Raoul asked, frowning.
Alanna sighed, shaking her head. "Oh... it's something that happened a while ago..." she shook her head. "It's not important. And I promise to stay in the shadows."
Raoul nodded. "Ok then." He turned and called to the other guard, who had wandered off. "Daniel, keep an eye out. Lady Alanna's going to stay here for a minute or so. I'll be back soon." The strongly built Sir Daniel nodded. "Yes, Sir," he replied in a gruff voice.
Raoul nodded to Alanna. "Be back in a moment," he said, disappearing into the midst of the party.
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"Lianne, honestly."
A tall man paced the room, rubbing his head. "If he is in love with her, then leave them be."
Lianne glowered at her husband, King Roald. "I will not let my son marry some. unconventional woman that wears breeches and fights like a man!" (A/N - lolz. Thayet.)
Roald shook his head. "Lianne, leave the boy be. And stop trying to arrange his marriage to that Delia lady! She's such a fake, Lianne!"
Lianne stepped back, appalled. "Lady Delia is a wonderful lady, and certainly not a fake! She's the kind of woman Jonathan should marry!" She sniffed. "Jonathan should be down soon," she said. "I am going back to the party."
Roald sighed. "She forgets how she was when she was younger," he muttered to himself, following his wife out to the party.
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"Mother!"
"Jonathan!"
Mother and son embraced in a hug.
"Oh, Jon, I've missed you so," Lianne said.
"And I've missed you," he replied, hugging his mother again.
"Son!"
Jonathan walked past his mother and embraced his father. "It's so good to see you, Father," Jon said. Suddenly he stiffened. Roald leant back.
"Jon? Jon, what's the matter?"
Jon's face was pale white. "R - Roger."
A shadow passed Roger's face. He's fighting! He realised. The shadow on his face passed quickly as he rushed to his cousin's side.
"I'm here, cousin," he said, putting a look of concern onto Jon's face. Roger tightened his magic, and Jon gasped. His head went down, and then he shook it.
iI'm sorry,/i Roger thought.
"I'm sorry," Jon said.
iI'm very tired/i
"I'm very tired."
iI really should get some more sleep./i
"I really should get some more sleep."
Lianne frowned. "Oh, Jon, please. Let me at least introduce you to the wonderful Lady Delia of Eldorne."
Roger moved his hands discreetly by his side. Jon turned with Roger's hands. Then Roger pushed his hands into a curved bow.
Jon bowed.
iLady Delia./i
"Lady Delia," he said. iIt is a pleasure to meet such an enchanting lady./i "It is a pleasure to meet such an enchanting lady."
Delia extended her hand. Jon took it, and kissed it. Lianne smiled with triumph. This would work!
Suddenly a booming voice exclaimed, "Jon!"
The group of nobles turned to see Raoul of Goldenlake coming to greet them.
He bowed to their majesties. Lianne and Roald nodded to him, and then Raoul enveloped Jon in a huge hug.
Then Raoul turned t their majesties. "Your Highnesses, please, may Jon come outside with me for a few minutes to catch up? It's been so long since I've seen him."
Roald was about to reply when Roger stepped in. "I - don't really think it's a good idea."
Jon smiled. "No, no, I'd love to catch up with my best friend," he said to his parents.
Roger cursed under his breath. He'd gotten a grip on things! His pathetic cousin's magic was stronger than he'd thought!
Roald nodded. "Of course you can," he said.
Roger's nostrils flared. Roger needed to be with Jon to manoeuvre his magic, unless he was looking at Jon through a seeing glass or crystal ball, and he could do neither whilst in the presence of this party!
Roger thought quickly. "Perhaps I could go with them, and add to Jon's tales -"
"Nonsense!" Raoul boomed. "Jon gives fully detailed accounts of everything. And besides, I believe the lovely Lady Delia would like a dance."
Delia smiled modestly, lifting a shoulder and tilting her head. Roger saw no way out of denying the pretty lady of a dance. Reluctantly he bowed to Delia, and the two moved onto the dance floor. Jon followed Raoul out into the Gardens. Roger stared after the two. He would not let his plan fall apart!
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PHEW!! OMG that is a very long chapter!! My fingers hurt. I've been in trouble for staying on the computer too long!! Ok. Please review and tell me how you liked this chapter.
OH and guess what?? Great news for Australian fans (me included). Go to Tammy's web page - www.tamora-pierce.com - and click on "Appearances" - she's doing an Australian tour October 6-13th this year!!! How cool!!!
~*~kaz~*~
Sorry this chapter's taken a while to write... the story's almost finished, would you believe it?!? I have a dynamite ending that I hope you guys will like, you only have to wait another couple of more chapters...
Oh and I've figured out by now that when I put italics on my Word Document they don't show up on ff.net, so later on in the chapter I've put HTML codes for italics when you really need to distinguish between thoughts and words.
~ Chapter Twelve ~ Mind Control
It was another party. A private party, with all the Queen's favourite courtiers invited. Naturally, Lady Delia of Eldorne attended.
"It is so kind of you to invite me to your gathering," Delia told the Queen. "Your Majesty, I am honoured you remembered little me."
The Queen laughed. "Oh, Lady Delia, please, call me 'Queen Lianne'. After all, future daughter-in-laws should be on a fist name basis with their mother-in-laws, aren't I correct?"
Delia curtsied. "Yes, Queen Lianne," she said.
"Oh - Delia - you simply must meet my nephew, Duke Roger." Lianne gestured to a finely dressed man who was conversing with Duke Gareth.
Roger excused himself from the conversation, and made his way over to his Aunt. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Roger asked, bowing.
"Roger, may I make you known to Lady Delia of Eldorne?" Lianne asked politely. Roger bowed to the pretty young woman beside him. The woman, who was dressed in a fine shade of emerald silk, curtsied to the Duke. Her emerald- green eyes glittered with amusement.
"It is so lovely to finally meet His Highness's cousin," she said. "Queen Lianne has hardly stopped chatting about the two of you."
Duke Roger nodded courteously, smiling a most charming smile. "I can't see what there is to talk about," he joked. "Of His Highness, most certainly, but of me?"
"Where is my son, anyway?" asked Lianne, looking about.
"Oh, you know cousin Jonathan," Roger said. "I think he's still in his rooms, fussing over his hair or something." The three laughed merrily.
"Won't you go and retrieve him, Roger?" asked Lianne. "He really should be here by now."
Roger bowed to the Queen. "Most certainly, Your Majesty," he said.
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Alanna could hardly sit still. "I can't believe he's back," she said to Daniella, who was giggling furiously. "He's back - finally! After all this time, he's back, he's back!"
Alanna jumped up off her seat to get herself a drink. Daniella rolled over on the bed, still giggling helplessly. "You haven't sat still since news travelled round that the Prince was back early."
"Well, I'm excited," Alanna told her, going red.
"You know he has to go to that party first, before he can see anyone," Daniella told her. "Why don't you just get some sleep? You'll se him tomorrow."
Alanna sighed. "I suppose you're right. I just can't help feeling - that something's not right. I was so sure that Jon would have come to say 'hello' to me when he returned." Daniella smiled. "You'll see him tomorrow," she assured her. "So go to bed!" Alanna sighed, defeated. "Oh, ok," she said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," replied Daniella, shutting Alanna's door behind her.
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A groan from the bed lifted Roger's eyes. "Oh. You're awake," he commented mildly. The large body in the bed rolled over.
"Roger?" croaked a voice. "Why?"
Roger raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he repeated. "Why? Well, my dear cousin, because I want the throne. Purely and simply."
"The throne?"
"Yes, the throne," Roger said.
Jon groaned and rubbed his head and looked about, squinting in the darkness. "Where am I? How did I get here?" he asked.
Roger smiled maliciously. "It's one of my finer spells," he said. "Mind and body control. You see, before Aunt and Uncle set us on our way with all those gallant men, I was given a focus."
"Of me?" Jon asked.
"Yes, of you," Roger said. "To find you, if you happened to get yourself lost." "What kind of focus?" asked Jon.
"Some of your hair," said Roger. "And one of your rings. Also a small portrait of you."
Jon frowned. "Mind and body control?"
"Yes. Well, more body control than mind. Mind control drains a sorcerer so."
Memories came flooding back to Jon. "That's right," he said. "That night - we were a day's ride away from the palace. And you put sorcery over me."
"Yes," Roger said. "That's right."
"Why are you telling me this?" asked Jon.
"Well I'm going to kill you tomorrow night anyway," he said.
"Kill me?" asked Jon in disbelief.
Roger smirked. "Yes, kill you, my stupid cousin. Then kill your mother and father in the next few years - both of them dying from natural-seeming deaths."
"So how are you going to kill me?" Jon asked, trying to get as much information as possible.
"Well, I'm still debating about that delightful aspect," Roger said. "A slow killing disease... or a - framed - torturous murder?" he smiled nastily. "I was asked to come here to get you to come to the party your mother's arranged. So up and at 'em!" Orange fire spilled over Jon - he screamed, and his vision went black.
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Delightful music filled Alanna's ears. Unable to sleep, she decided a quiet stroll in the Garden would clear her head. She hadn't realised how close she was to the Queen's party until she glimpsed the musicians through the open glass doors.
"Excuse me, Lady?"
Alanna turned to face two knights armed with spears, and swords at their waist. "Yes?" she said.
"This is a private gathering of Her Majesty's company. I must ask you to leave, Lady, unless you are on the guest list," said one, burly-looking knight whom Alanna hadn't seen before.
Alanna squinted to see the knight who was standing in the shadows, behind the one who had spoken.
Suddenly a chuckle came from the knight in the shadows. "Leave be, Daniel," a rough, familiar voice said. The knight stepped into the light. "Lady Alanna, what might you be doing out this late with no escort?"
"Raoul!" Alanna cried. "I'm sorry - I didn't even realise the Queen was having her party here until I stumbled across it."
"Oh, that's ok, Alanna," Raoul said. "Actually, it's been a pretty quiet night, and I got stuck here doing guard duty." He shrugged. "Actually, I don't mind that much." He pulled a face. "I don't really - enjoy social events."
Alanna laughed "Nor do I," she told him with a laugh. Her eyes dropped, and she put an innocent look on her face. "Have you - have you seen Jon?" she asked in a timid voice, the corner of her lower lip.
Raoul of Goldenlake laughed. "How did I know you were going to ask that?" Alanna blushed, and hung her head. Raoul's face turned hard. "Actually, I haven't seen him at all, not since he's come back."
Alanna frowned. "Hmm," she said. "It's odd - he hasn't come to see me, either. And he got back late afternoon, so he had ample time..."
"Yeah..." agreed Raoul. He suddenly looked around. He leant close and whispered to Alanna, "he's coming to the party - Roger just went to get him. If you wait here, in the shadows, I can lead Jon out so you two can see each other."
Raoul leant back. "Oh, thanks so much, Raoul," she said sincerely, hugging him. "You don't know how much that means to me!"
"That's ok," Raoul said. "But make sure you stay in the shadows. The Queen would go off her top if she saw you here waiting for Jon."
Alanna frowned, looking confused. "Why?" she asked.
Raoul looked at her guiltily. "W - well..." he stammered.
Alanna put her hands on her hips. "Raoul, spit it out," she snapped.
Raoul blushed. "Um... the Queen doesn't really - ah - approve of yours and Jon's 'relationship'. She's trying to arrange his marriage to Lady Delia."
"Delia?!" Alanna cried, disgusted. "Lady Delia of Eldorne?"
"The very one," Raoul said.
"But - but - Delia knows we're together, and I know she's mean and spiteful, especially since..." Alanna stopped. "Oh. Oh."
"What?" Raoul asked, frowning.
Alanna sighed, shaking her head. "Oh... it's something that happened a while ago..." she shook her head. "It's not important. And I promise to stay in the shadows."
Raoul nodded. "Ok then." He turned and called to the other guard, who had wandered off. "Daniel, keep an eye out. Lady Alanna's going to stay here for a minute or so. I'll be back soon." The strongly built Sir Daniel nodded. "Yes, Sir," he replied in a gruff voice.
Raoul nodded to Alanna. "Be back in a moment," he said, disappearing into the midst of the party.
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"Lianne, honestly."
A tall man paced the room, rubbing his head. "If he is in love with her, then leave them be."
Lianne glowered at her husband, King Roald. "I will not let my son marry some. unconventional woman that wears breeches and fights like a man!" (A/N - lolz. Thayet.)
Roald shook his head. "Lianne, leave the boy be. And stop trying to arrange his marriage to that Delia lady! She's such a fake, Lianne!"
Lianne stepped back, appalled. "Lady Delia is a wonderful lady, and certainly not a fake! She's the kind of woman Jonathan should marry!" She sniffed. "Jonathan should be down soon," she said. "I am going back to the party."
Roald sighed. "She forgets how she was when she was younger," he muttered to himself, following his wife out to the party.
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"Mother!"
"Jonathan!"
Mother and son embraced in a hug.
"Oh, Jon, I've missed you so," Lianne said.
"And I've missed you," he replied, hugging his mother again.
"Son!"
Jonathan walked past his mother and embraced his father. "It's so good to see you, Father," Jon said. Suddenly he stiffened. Roald leant back.
"Jon? Jon, what's the matter?"
Jon's face was pale white. "R - Roger."
A shadow passed Roger's face. He's fighting! He realised. The shadow on his face passed quickly as he rushed to his cousin's side.
"I'm here, cousin," he said, putting a look of concern onto Jon's face. Roger tightened his magic, and Jon gasped. His head went down, and then he shook it.
iI'm sorry,/i Roger thought.
"I'm sorry," Jon said.
iI'm very tired/i
"I'm very tired."
iI really should get some more sleep./i
"I really should get some more sleep."
Lianne frowned. "Oh, Jon, please. Let me at least introduce you to the wonderful Lady Delia of Eldorne."
Roger moved his hands discreetly by his side. Jon turned with Roger's hands. Then Roger pushed his hands into a curved bow.
Jon bowed.
iLady Delia./i
"Lady Delia," he said. iIt is a pleasure to meet such an enchanting lady./i "It is a pleasure to meet such an enchanting lady."
Delia extended her hand. Jon took it, and kissed it. Lianne smiled with triumph. This would work!
Suddenly a booming voice exclaimed, "Jon!"
The group of nobles turned to see Raoul of Goldenlake coming to greet them.
He bowed to their majesties. Lianne and Roald nodded to him, and then Raoul enveloped Jon in a huge hug.
Then Raoul turned t their majesties. "Your Highnesses, please, may Jon come outside with me for a few minutes to catch up? It's been so long since I've seen him."
Roald was about to reply when Roger stepped in. "I - don't really think it's a good idea."
Jon smiled. "No, no, I'd love to catch up with my best friend," he said to his parents.
Roger cursed under his breath. He'd gotten a grip on things! His pathetic cousin's magic was stronger than he'd thought!
Roald nodded. "Of course you can," he said.
Roger's nostrils flared. Roger needed to be with Jon to manoeuvre his magic, unless he was looking at Jon through a seeing glass or crystal ball, and he could do neither whilst in the presence of this party!
Roger thought quickly. "Perhaps I could go with them, and add to Jon's tales -"
"Nonsense!" Raoul boomed. "Jon gives fully detailed accounts of everything. And besides, I believe the lovely Lady Delia would like a dance."
Delia smiled modestly, lifting a shoulder and tilting her head. Roger saw no way out of denying the pretty lady of a dance. Reluctantly he bowed to Delia, and the two moved onto the dance floor. Jon followed Raoul out into the Gardens. Roger stared after the two. He would not let his plan fall apart!
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PHEW!! OMG that is a very long chapter!! My fingers hurt. I've been in trouble for staying on the computer too long!! Ok. Please review and tell me how you liked this chapter.
OH and guess what?? Great news for Australian fans (me included). Go to Tammy's web page - www.tamora-pierce.com - and click on "Appearances" - she's doing an Australian tour October 6-13th this year!!! How cool!!!
~*~kaz~*~