Diares~Marle

By Lalita

Disclaimer~ Me no own.

A/N~ Well this one's kinda short or at least shorter than I usually write! Please read and review!


Chapter Three

Marle nearly ran back to her quarters. She was furious. How dare he, how dare he! She nearly trampled Leah, who was

just leaving the kitchens.

Marle reached her bedchamber and flung herself onto her bed. After a few minutes of cursing things that no proper

princess should know, she laid her head down on her pillows and sobbed. It was all so unfair! Why couldn't she be who she

wanted to be? Mother would never have let this happen, any of it.

" It's not fair..." She managed to moan through her sobs.

Marle was only vaugely aware of someone patting her back and soothing her. " There, there, now, child...Surely it's

not as bad as all that? Come, Marle, tell me all about it."

Marle looked at Leah through eyes blurried by tears. " It's not fair." She repeated. " No matter what, I'm never good

enough for my father. I will never be a princess!"

Leah sighed and stopped patting Marle's back. " Nothing's fair, dear." She said gently.

Marle turned away from Leah. " Sulking isn't like you, Marle." Leah admonished. " Now get up and show that spirit

that your mother admired so."

Marle swiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks. " You're right, Leah." She said softly. Then she walked over to the

window. " Do you think..." She trailed off.

" Do I think what?" Leah asked.

Marle had a dreamy expression on her face, and her tone was whimsicall. " Do you think she's....Up there? With the

angels? Watching us?"

Leah smiled. She had been Queen Aliza's nanny too, and she had grown quite fond of the girl. " Yes." She said firmly.

" Aliza is in heaven, dear. She is watching us. And she is very proud of you, I know."

Leah's words comforted Marle greatly. She then hugged Leah. " Thanks again Leah..." She said softly. " You're like a

mother to me."

Leah said, " And you're like a daughter to me, lass."

Marle let go of Leah as a maid appeared and told Leah she was needed in the kitchens. " I'd best be going, princess."

Leah curtsied and walked swiftly away.

Marle walked over to the window again. She sat on the sill and closed the heavy velvet drapes. It was hardly even

almost afternoon yet. Mornings for princesses start early. Her gaze roamed over the country side. She had a spectacular view.

These rooms, in fact, were the most sunny and airy and had the best view. They had been favored by Queen Aliza too.

Marle saw balloons floating in the sky in the distance. She smiled sadly. How fun it would be, to go to the fair!

All of a sudden, an idea struck her. Why couldn't she go to the fair? She could just say she was ill and then sneak

out! It was brilliant!

Hastily, Marle tore off her dress and pulled on a one piece shirt and pants. It exposed her slender, creamy

shoulders. Marle stuck on two gold bands, one for each wrist. She belted on a gold buckle. She also slipped on a gilded

choker. Then she stuffed her pendant into her traveling bag. Marle carefully pulled a hairs out of her perfect pony tail. She

threw off her horrid slippers and replaced them with bronze sandals, padded with leather. They were good travelling shoes,

and she did have quite a long walk ahead of her. Lastly, she dug threw her closet for her crossbow and arrows. Now, she knew

that no decent princess, or lady for that matter, would know how to fight, but her father had taught her at an early age

to hunt. And, besides, a teenage girl needed to know how to protect herself, didn't she?

She slung the arrows over her shoulder and firmly gripped her crossbow. " This will show him." She thought. " This

will show all of them I cannot be completely cowed!"

She checked her reflection in her wall lenght mirror. Perfect. She looked exactly like a wealthy merchant's daughter.

Marle left a note, saying she had not felt well and was resting. She snuck quitely out of the Guardia Castle grounds,

using her secret staircase that only few knew about. She passed the gardens and enetered the forest. She was a bit nervous,

but pushed the feeling aside. She knew what she was doing was dangerous and impulsive.

But Marle was not one known for her cool head.


A/N~ You like? Me tried to describe her outfit as best as I could but oh well. Please R&R!