Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the world in which they live. They belong to he wonderfully talented Sherwood Smith. I'm just messing around with some of the scenes for fun and entertainment.
Mel's first day at Athanarel:
"My dear Countess," Lady Tamara exclaimed. "Why were we not told we would have the felicity of meeting you?"
I quickly told myself not to give away that I had really come to Athanarel to see id Shevraeth or the Marquise of Merindar would be that better ruler.
"Oh, see this trip was last minute. I didn't want to come since I hate our future king and the Marquise of Merindar wants to be queen, I think. I just wanted to see is either could be trusted."
Oops.
Everyone looked at me in shock. Nee laughed uncomfortably.
"Come Meliara," Nee said, grabbing my hand tp drag me away, "let's go find your brother."
"What about me?" Bran asked as he approached us.
Could this get =any= worse?
Yes it could.
"Danric," the Duke of Savona squeaked as his cousin appeared behind Bran.
"Russav, what's toward?"
"Oh, not much," the Duke replied, "Umm…Lady Meliara was just, umm, informing us about the, umm…..ack."
"The fact that she hates your guts and doesn't want you to be King," Tamara supplied in a jovial voice.
I knew my face was as red as a tomato as Shevraeth turned to me and quietly said, "Meliara, =you= promised."
"I'm sorry!" I said with a sob. "I didn't know what to say. I didn't mean to do it!"
"Oh, boy," Bran cut in with a frown as he threw me over his shoulder. "I'm gonna take my sister back to her rooms, and then we'll deal with this situation…yeah."
As Nee and Bran took me away from the pond, Shevraeth started crying like a baby. "Nothing ever goes my way with that girl!"
