TAMING THE LIONESS
Disclaimer: psst... come here. Shush! quiet...guess what....? If you recongize these characters and settings
I think you'd better asume that they're not mine....ssshhh! cuz guess what? They're not and...IT'S NO SECRET!
Geez kids these days.
'ChApTeR fIfTeEn'
*`*Back in the Good Ole Days...*`*
"And that," Eleni stated plainly. "Is basically it. There's not much more I can add." The older
woman smiled. "It's almost hard to believe, but hopefully, as far as I know, that's all behind us, and George
hasn't heard from her in years..."
Eleni had just finished telling Alanna the whole story. The truth. The whole truth, and nothing but
the truth. So help me Bob. And it was a shocker. I'll tell you, Alanna was beyond words. This was something
about her new husband that she hadn't the slightest inclination of. She would never had guessed. How could
things ever be like they were before, between the newlyweds? This story, that Eleni had told her was one no one
would ever expect. It was also one that wouldn't be good for Baron Cooper, if word got out. The young knight
sat in shock, then her face broke into an unmistakable smile of amusement. So that was it. She finally knew
George's deep dark secret...
Just kidding! Did you guys think I would really do that to you? Just skip the whole juicy story of
Georgie's first years as king? I wouldn't be that mean, I just thought I'd play with you a little. It took me so
long to write this. I had the idea, just no time to sit down ans compose a masterpiece. Now, I'm a little worried.
I've kept you in suspense so long that you have to be expecting something absolutely marvelous. I hope you're
not to dreadfully disappointed. I don't know what you were expecting, but this is what I had in mind for sometime
now. On with the show. Oh, and one more note...REVIEW this has been a crappie week and I'm posting for all
my faithful readers. You can even feel free to flame me if the story (this chappie/ George's story/ or any of it)
wasn't up to par and to your liking. I'm desperate to hear from you. Even if you just write 'Yo! I read it! What
more do ya want?' I'll live with it. Just tell me what you think. Okie Dokie Smokie?– LDoQ
Now...what you've so patiently (for the most part) have been waiting for... the real
ChApTeR fIfTeEn
*`*Back in the Good ole Days...*`*
"George had been king for just over half a year, and, as I said, things were going well for the most part.
There were no rebellions and a plentiful of money flow; not to mention, George had many followers and was well
respected. That's why the whole rogue court was astounded when his position as king was challenged."
"Why is that surprising?" Alanna interrupted. "Wasn't something like that bound to happen eventually?"
"Eventually." Eleni agreed. "But not like this." She took a deep breath for dramatic effect. "George was
seventeen, strong, handsome, skillful, and muscular. And more importantly, king, at such a young age." Alanna
nodded hoping to rush the older woman along. The Lioness' curiosity and eagerness was undoubtedly getting to her.
"And he was challenged openly. In front of the whole 'Dove' on a busy night.....by a `girl`, a small lass of fifteen."
And there it was.
Alanna's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? What happened?"
Eleni nodded an anxious look upon hers matched that of Alanna's. "Oh, and this girl was remarkable! She
was tall, just scant inches shorter than George, and very thin. Her skin was soft and pale. I was amazed at how light
her skin was!" Eleni had gone off into her own world of memories, and almost seemed oblivious to the fact that
Alanna was there. "Her hair, the color of a raven's wing, and so long it fell just past the small of her back. Her eyes!"
The woman cried. "And her eyes were `ice` blue, piercing, almost as light as her skin. She dressed fairly plain, yet
still received positive results from the male crowd. She was beautiful, fair, skilled..." then Eleni's mood changed
somewhat as she continued to describe a girl, whom to Alanna sounded impossibly perfect. "Obsessive, possessive,
jealous, disillusioned, and deadly dangerous when she set her mind to it. Her name was Mandy and she had set her
mind to George."
Alanna laughed out loud, jarring Eleni from her daydream state.
Eleni raised a single eyebrow at Alanna. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
"You're making her sound scary or demented. At first you told her of her great beauty, which I must admit
made me feel quite inferior. Then you make her sound almost crazy." Alanna expressed.
"Almost? She was."
Alanna laughed again.
"Do you want to her this or not?" Eleni asked, a grin twitching at the corners of her mouth.
"Yep. Let's get on with it."
"Well...let's just start out with, first appearances can be deceiving." Alanna contained her laughter as well as
she could.
*~*F_L_A_S_H_B_A_C_K*~*
A tall but thin figure walked into the Dancing Dove on an especially lively night. The whole building was
packed with moving happy people, mostly men. The form of a female strode in from the shadows cast by the door.
Unconsciously, a majority of the eyes in the room were drawn to the shapely feminine figure that had just emerged from
the cold of the night and in to the vigorous, welcoming atmosphere of the Dancing Dove. The girl, was obviously
young and beautiful. She didn't appear to be a noble; nor did she to be on hard times. One other thing everyone in the
room couldn't help but notice about the new arrival was that she seemed absolutely sure of her self. It was visible that
she wasn't lost, but rather looking for someone; a good friend perhaps, or maybe a family member. Gently she flicked
her ebony hair from her colorless face, as her pale eyes roamed the jammed room.(a/n: hehe lots and lots of adjectives)
She set her soft pouty lips in a firm smile.
"Excuse me," came a secure musical voice. "Where might I find the king?"
Solom's bushy eyebrows rose. "Up at the palace, I'd suppose." He answered.
The girl scowled slightly, but soon her cheerful visage returned. "Well, I guess that would be true, but I'm
looking for the king of thieves. I've heard this is where he can usually be found."
Quickly he gave the girl a once over. Again she glared as his eyes lingered at certain places. "Why?" Came
his response. "What can a lass like yourself have to do with that scamp?"
From across the room and through a crowd of people, George eyed the beautiful young gal that had just entered
the Dove. She and Solom were talking; George had no idea what they were saying, but somehow he knew it had something
to do with him. Solom and George made eye contact from across the masses of people, and George nodded.
Solom shrugged. "A'right miss. He's over there." The innkeeper pointed. "The largest, most cramped table.
He'll be at the head, in the largest chair."
The raven haired female nodded almost defiantly and made her way through the army of inhabitants with firm
steps.
"George Cooper?" She arrived at her destination. Carefully she eyed each man at the table separately. Not a
single person in the overflowing room doubted the fact that this woman was full of confidence.
"That would be me." George answered. "What can I do for you?" He asked uncertainly.
"Well," the girl responded. " I just thought that I should introduce myself. I'm Mandy, by the way. Amanda's
my real name, and I'll just forewarn you," she looked at the whole gathering once again. "That if any one of you call me
that... I'll break your arm, nose," she stopped to think about it for a second. "And knee caps both." The she smiled so
sweetly it almost made the onlookers sick. "Okay?"
George's eyes widened. "Really?" He said somewhat, okay quite a bit, skeptical that someone so small,
beautiful, and let's face it a girl, could cause any real pain. Little did he know that down the road, he would be proved
horribly wrong. "So, is there a special reason why you are introducing yourself?"
"Oh!" Mandy seem startled. "Yes. I thought we should get to know each other since you're the man that
I strongly intend to marry." She smiled again, flashing wonderfully white teeth.
"What?!" George sputtered. The whole table was silent for a moment, then suddenly a roar of laughter
disrupted the Dove. Mandy did not like being laughed at, but she decided to let it slide this once.
"You're the man I intend to marry." She repeated slower still with a soft smile. She didn't want to over do
it on their first meeting.(haha hehe hoho) "I want to be your queen." She finished.
"What?!" George's voice cracked, and his expression was one of complete shock.
Mandy shook her head. *Is he dense?* She asked herself. *It's a simple concept. Problem: I want to be
queen. Solution: I marry him, the king. I mean that's easier than killing him right?* Mandy grinned playfully. "How's
tomorrow? Tomorrow's good for me, is tomorrow good for you?" Mandy asked.
"Tomorrow?" George managed. "For what?"
*He ``is`` dense!* Mandy yelled inside her head. *Oh well. You can't have it all. He's nice enough, fair
looking, large nose, and king. I guess I shouldn't have expected intelligence.* "To get married of course." She
waited for a response. George studied her face carefully.
"You're serious aren't you?" The king asked nervously.
"Well yeah." Mandy answered. *Why would I ask if I wasn't?* She thought.
George faltered for a second. Repeatedly his mouth opened and closed; George wondered what he could
possible say. "Umm..." He started. "Maybe we should...go– somewhere...and– and talk..." George's eyes roamed
the table looking at his closest friends who were smiling at him plainly amused. "Alone– in – in my rooms." His voice
rose a pitch higher than normal. George was very uncomfortable in this situation.
"Ooooohhhhh!" The men at the table chorused. "Aaallllooonnnee!" They dragged the syllables out for
effect.
"Yes." George growled. "Alone." George and Mandy made their way from the table and upstairs to George's
private chamber. Mandy smiled noticeably pleased. It seems she thought something besides talk, what George had in
mind, was going to happen. Each guy at the table exchanged glances and began to chuckle once again. It wasn't every
day their best friend, and the king was proposed to so openly, in fact it was never.
A/N: shwoo! gah! grrr... humph! Yep! I made it! I'm alive and kickin' literally, umm...oh yes! I got this don't aren't you
so proud? Probably not. I don't know, It just took me forever to get this down. I'm sorry, i didn't think georgies story was
going to be so long. Don't worry there's still more to come this was a long chappie, at least for me. It's Spring Break, so
hopefully I will get some more writing, but I make no promises. Eventhough it's rather likely.... Now if Mandy (whose a friend
of mind but nothing like this character) sounds like a Mary Sue I'm sorry...! i didn't mean it that way. In fact, I'm not sure I
know exactly what a Mary Sue is...but crap happens....
Heat things up, chill out, speak up, hush yo'r mouth, be you, make some
noise, and live your life like you wanna! Words can't bring you down! so Flame and praise away
REVIEW
---LDoQ
One more thing. Did you know we are being ran by Twinkies? yep. i've been so busy lately cuz I decided to run for student
council (grand idear, let me tell ya) but I got beat. Yep. by an air head, preppy, Twinky cheerleader! but as far as I know, she
stepped down. It was too much stress for her and it conflicted with cheerleading(too much stress? the new school year hasn't
eaven started yet HELLO!) so I might have a chance keep your fingers crossed...
Disclaimer: psst... come here. Shush! quiet...guess what....? If you recongize these characters and settings
I think you'd better asume that they're not mine....ssshhh! cuz guess what? They're not and...IT'S NO SECRET!
Geez kids these days.
'ChApTeR fIfTeEn'
*`*Back in the Good Ole Days...*`*
"And that," Eleni stated plainly. "Is basically it. There's not much more I can add." The older
woman smiled. "It's almost hard to believe, but hopefully, as far as I know, that's all behind us, and George
hasn't heard from her in years..."
Eleni had just finished telling Alanna the whole story. The truth. The whole truth, and nothing but
the truth. So help me Bob. And it was a shocker. I'll tell you, Alanna was beyond words. This was something
about her new husband that she hadn't the slightest inclination of. She would never had guessed. How could
things ever be like they were before, between the newlyweds? This story, that Eleni had told her was one no one
would ever expect. It was also one that wouldn't be good for Baron Cooper, if word got out. The young knight
sat in shock, then her face broke into an unmistakable smile of amusement. So that was it. She finally knew
George's deep dark secret...
Just kidding! Did you guys think I would really do that to you? Just skip the whole juicy story of
Georgie's first years as king? I wouldn't be that mean, I just thought I'd play with you a little. It took me so
long to write this. I had the idea, just no time to sit down ans compose a masterpiece. Now, I'm a little worried.
I've kept you in suspense so long that you have to be expecting something absolutely marvelous. I hope you're
not to dreadfully disappointed. I don't know what you were expecting, but this is what I had in mind for sometime
now. On with the show. Oh, and one more note...REVIEW this has been a crappie week and I'm posting for all
my faithful readers. You can even feel free to flame me if the story (this chappie/ George's story/ or any of it)
wasn't up to par and to your liking. I'm desperate to hear from you. Even if you just write 'Yo! I read it! What
more do ya want?' I'll live with it. Just tell me what you think. Okie Dokie Smokie?– LDoQ
Now...what you've so patiently (for the most part) have been waiting for... the real
ChApTeR fIfTeEn
*`*Back in the Good ole Days...*`*
"George had been king for just over half a year, and, as I said, things were going well for the most part.
There were no rebellions and a plentiful of money flow; not to mention, George had many followers and was well
respected. That's why the whole rogue court was astounded when his position as king was challenged."
"Why is that surprising?" Alanna interrupted. "Wasn't something like that bound to happen eventually?"
"Eventually." Eleni agreed. "But not like this." She took a deep breath for dramatic effect. "George was
seventeen, strong, handsome, skillful, and muscular. And more importantly, king, at such a young age." Alanna
nodded hoping to rush the older woman along. The Lioness' curiosity and eagerness was undoubtedly getting to her.
"And he was challenged openly. In front of the whole 'Dove' on a busy night.....by a `girl`, a small lass of fifteen."
And there it was.
Alanna's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? What happened?"
Eleni nodded an anxious look upon hers matched that of Alanna's. "Oh, and this girl was remarkable! She
was tall, just scant inches shorter than George, and very thin. Her skin was soft and pale. I was amazed at how light
her skin was!" Eleni had gone off into her own world of memories, and almost seemed oblivious to the fact that
Alanna was there. "Her hair, the color of a raven's wing, and so long it fell just past the small of her back. Her eyes!"
The woman cried. "And her eyes were `ice` blue, piercing, almost as light as her skin. She dressed fairly plain, yet
still received positive results from the male crowd. She was beautiful, fair, skilled..." then Eleni's mood changed
somewhat as she continued to describe a girl, whom to Alanna sounded impossibly perfect. "Obsessive, possessive,
jealous, disillusioned, and deadly dangerous when she set her mind to it. Her name was Mandy and she had set her
mind to George."
Alanna laughed out loud, jarring Eleni from her daydream state.
Eleni raised a single eyebrow at Alanna. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
"You're making her sound scary or demented. At first you told her of her great beauty, which I must admit
made me feel quite inferior. Then you make her sound almost crazy." Alanna expressed.
"Almost? She was."
Alanna laughed again.
"Do you want to her this or not?" Eleni asked, a grin twitching at the corners of her mouth.
"Yep. Let's get on with it."
"Well...let's just start out with, first appearances can be deceiving." Alanna contained her laughter as well as
she could.
*~*F_L_A_S_H_B_A_C_K*~*
A tall but thin figure walked into the Dancing Dove on an especially lively night. The whole building was
packed with moving happy people, mostly men. The form of a female strode in from the shadows cast by the door.
Unconsciously, a majority of the eyes in the room were drawn to the shapely feminine figure that had just emerged from
the cold of the night and in to the vigorous, welcoming atmosphere of the Dancing Dove. The girl, was obviously
young and beautiful. She didn't appear to be a noble; nor did she to be on hard times. One other thing everyone in the
room couldn't help but notice about the new arrival was that she seemed absolutely sure of her self. It was visible that
she wasn't lost, but rather looking for someone; a good friend perhaps, or maybe a family member. Gently she flicked
her ebony hair from her colorless face, as her pale eyes roamed the jammed room.(a/n: hehe lots and lots of adjectives)
She set her soft pouty lips in a firm smile.
"Excuse me," came a secure musical voice. "Where might I find the king?"
Solom's bushy eyebrows rose. "Up at the palace, I'd suppose." He answered.
The girl scowled slightly, but soon her cheerful visage returned. "Well, I guess that would be true, but I'm
looking for the king of thieves. I've heard this is where he can usually be found."
Quickly he gave the girl a once over. Again she glared as his eyes lingered at certain places. "Why?" Came
his response. "What can a lass like yourself have to do with that scamp?"
From across the room and through a crowd of people, George eyed the beautiful young gal that had just entered
the Dove. She and Solom were talking; George had no idea what they were saying, but somehow he knew it had something
to do with him. Solom and George made eye contact from across the masses of people, and George nodded.
Solom shrugged. "A'right miss. He's over there." The innkeeper pointed. "The largest, most cramped table.
He'll be at the head, in the largest chair."
The raven haired female nodded almost defiantly and made her way through the army of inhabitants with firm
steps.
"George Cooper?" She arrived at her destination. Carefully she eyed each man at the table separately. Not a
single person in the overflowing room doubted the fact that this woman was full of confidence.
"That would be me." George answered. "What can I do for you?" He asked uncertainly.
"Well," the girl responded. " I just thought that I should introduce myself. I'm Mandy, by the way. Amanda's
my real name, and I'll just forewarn you," she looked at the whole gathering once again. "That if any one of you call me
that... I'll break your arm, nose," she stopped to think about it for a second. "And knee caps both." The she smiled so
sweetly it almost made the onlookers sick. "Okay?"
George's eyes widened. "Really?" He said somewhat, okay quite a bit, skeptical that someone so small,
beautiful, and let's face it a girl, could cause any real pain. Little did he know that down the road, he would be proved
horribly wrong. "So, is there a special reason why you are introducing yourself?"
"Oh!" Mandy seem startled. "Yes. I thought we should get to know each other since you're the man that
I strongly intend to marry." She smiled again, flashing wonderfully white teeth.
"What?!" George sputtered. The whole table was silent for a moment, then suddenly a roar of laughter
disrupted the Dove. Mandy did not like being laughed at, but she decided to let it slide this once.
"You're the man I intend to marry." She repeated slower still with a soft smile. She didn't want to over do
it on their first meeting.(haha hehe hoho) "I want to be your queen." She finished.
"What?!" George's voice cracked, and his expression was one of complete shock.
Mandy shook her head. *Is he dense?* She asked herself. *It's a simple concept. Problem: I want to be
queen. Solution: I marry him, the king. I mean that's easier than killing him right?* Mandy grinned playfully. "How's
tomorrow? Tomorrow's good for me, is tomorrow good for you?" Mandy asked.
"Tomorrow?" George managed. "For what?"
*He ``is`` dense!* Mandy yelled inside her head. *Oh well. You can't have it all. He's nice enough, fair
looking, large nose, and king. I guess I shouldn't have expected intelligence.* "To get married of course." She
waited for a response. George studied her face carefully.
"You're serious aren't you?" The king asked nervously.
"Well yeah." Mandy answered. *Why would I ask if I wasn't?* She thought.
George faltered for a second. Repeatedly his mouth opened and closed; George wondered what he could
possible say. "Umm..." He started. "Maybe we should...go– somewhere...and– and talk..." George's eyes roamed
the table looking at his closest friends who were smiling at him plainly amused. "Alone– in – in my rooms." His voice
rose a pitch higher than normal. George was very uncomfortable in this situation.
"Ooooohhhhh!" The men at the table chorused. "Aaallllooonnnee!" They dragged the syllables out for
effect.
"Yes." George growled. "Alone." George and Mandy made their way from the table and upstairs to George's
private chamber. Mandy smiled noticeably pleased. It seems she thought something besides talk, what George had in
mind, was going to happen. Each guy at the table exchanged glances and began to chuckle once again. It wasn't every
day their best friend, and the king was proposed to so openly, in fact it was never.
A/N: shwoo! gah! grrr... humph! Yep! I made it! I'm alive and kickin' literally, umm...oh yes! I got this don't aren't you
so proud? Probably not. I don't know, It just took me forever to get this down. I'm sorry, i didn't think georgies story was
going to be so long. Don't worry there's still more to come this was a long chappie, at least for me. It's Spring Break, so
hopefully I will get some more writing, but I make no promises. Eventhough it's rather likely.... Now if Mandy (whose a friend
of mind but nothing like this character) sounds like a Mary Sue I'm sorry...! i didn't mean it that way. In fact, I'm not sure I
know exactly what a Mary Sue is...but crap happens....
Heat things up, chill out, speak up, hush yo'r mouth, be you, make some
noise, and live your life like you wanna! Words can't bring you down! so Flame and praise away
REVIEW
---LDoQ
One more thing. Did you know we are being ran by Twinkies? yep. i've been so busy lately cuz I decided to run for student
council (grand idear, let me tell ya) but I got beat. Yep. by an air head, preppy, Twinky cheerleader! but as far as I know, she
stepped down. It was too much stress for her and it conflicted with cheerleading(too much stress? the new school year hasn't
eaven started yet HELLO!) so I might have a chance keep your fingers crossed...
