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Delia sat, sulking in a window chair, watching as guy after guy swept that- that Lady Alanna of Trebond off her feet onto the dance floor. The first was Duke Roger.

How dare she take the Prince's cousin as well? she thought as she had watched them dance. Duke Roger told me he loved me. ME! Not her-not Alanna of Trebond. So, her mind teased her, if he really loves you so much, why is he not dancing with you now? Hmm? Why is he not sweeping you off your feet? That annoying voice went on and on.

Delia watched hopelessly as knight after knight asked the pretty little redhead to dance. First, of course, was Duke Roger. He didn't even do that with me, she thought, shaking slightly with anger. Sure, he danced with me, but it took him longer to ask me. Delia continued to watch, unnoticed in deep green silk, with a scooped neck and emeralds winking in her hair, that was pinned up in a mass of hair, a few ringlets spaced out throughout her crown.

She continued to watch, as Gary, and then Raoul, and then Alex preceded to ask Alanna to dance. She's gotten more graceful. I wonder what they did to her at the convent these last few months? She pushed the thought away as a shadow crossed her. Glancing up, she saw Prince Jonathan smiling down at her. He held out his arm, an asked, "May I have this dance?"

Her lips parted in a tiny smile, and she let him help her up. Well, I still have the Prince. She obviously can't win him over so fast. As he whipped her around the room, he led her closer and closer to the dancing Alanna of Trebond. This just gets better and better! I'll bet we're making her so jealous! This was a great idea, I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself.

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Looking around, Jon frowned. This isn't how it's supposed to be going! I should get to ask her to dance first, but no! everyone else beats me to asking her. Every time I walk up to her, someone cuts in front of me, as if they don't even see me standing there, he thought, watching angrily as yet another knight jumped in and asked the pretty redhead to dance. Not that I can really blame them. I wouldn't pay much attention to me either, after looking at her. This thought troubled him. Why was he thinking about her so much? That's definitely not like me, especially now. I mean, she's not the most beautiful girl in the world. Delia is, but, there's just something about her.

His thoughts trailed off as he noticed the pretty brunette sitting by herself at a window seat, staring intently at Alanna. Well, if I can't dance with the new girl, I might as well dance with someone.

He walked over to Delia and held out his arm. "May I have this dance," he asked.

She looked startled for a moment, but a smile played on her lips as she graciously accepted. As he whipped her around the room, he found himself getting nearer and nearer to Alanna of Trebond, and scowled. I'm acting like a lovesick puppy, he scolded himself. I've never seen her before, or hardly even heard of her, and I'm basically following her around. I have a beautiful girl clinging to me right now, and all I can do is stare at those beautiful eyes and amazing hair of hers. What has gotten into me?

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After her dance, Delia was returned to her window seat, as the Prince went back to his group of friends and Alanna. Delia watched as Alanna was gracefully returned to the group of young men, laughing while saying something that she couldn't quite hear. She may get every other guy here, but at least I still have the Prince! she thought in triumph. Glancing back over to the group, she watched in shock as Jonathan walked over to Alanna and asked her to dance. Her Jonathan!

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"Goddess, I'm tired!" she exclaimed. "I need to rest for a bit!"

"Not so fast, Lady Alanna. I was hoping you would have one last dance.with me." Startled, Alanna looked up into the Prince's eyes.

"Oh, umm.sure. Your Highness," she added at the last moment, and curtsied.

Confused, Alanna was swept onto the dance floor, muttering, "What, Delia isn't enough for you."

"Hmm." The Prince asked, spinning her around in a circle.

"Oh, nothing," she said politely. They were dancing together before, she thought, and added, and they looked pretty cozy together. Of course, good manners says he has to dance with all of the ladies, she reminded herself. That makes more sense. "What, Highness?" she asked, realizing he had said something.

"I asked if you liked your stay here yet," he said, his eyes smiling.

"Oh yes, it's just wonderful," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing to this, thinking, I wonder what her problem is. Most girls would die to be dancing with me right now. Looking around, he saw Delia staring at them. When she noticed that he saw her, she flushed a deep pink, got up, and left the ball. When the song ended, they returned to his small group of friends.

Good manners or not, Alanna was leaving. She was tired of being stared at. Glancing at Thom, she saw a huge grin on his face as his eyes darted between her and the Prince. Alanna scowled at him, and brushed past, heading toward the doors. Gary, Raoul, and Alex were glaring at the Prince. "What?" he asked them, exasperated.

He hadn't noticed yet that she had gone, and threw his friends questioning looks as Gary said, "I wanted to dance with her again. Look what you did."

"I don't think you'll be able to," drawled Alex. "She looks a little preoccupied with the Duke, don't you think?"

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As she was heading for the door, someone else stopped her, saying "Might I have one last dance with the lady?" She turned, to see the man who looked so much like the Prince staring down at her. She sighed and curtsied, not knowing how to back down politely. That should have been one of the first things they taught us at the convent, she thought to herself. Then I wouldn't be in this situation. My feet hurt!

By the time she had returned to her rooms, it was well past midnight, and she was exhausted. She fell into her bed as soon as she walked in, forgetting to take off her clothing and shoes.

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Ok, I guess that's it for the 4th chapter.I'm tired. Anyway, please read and review! I need suggestions!