YAY!! Largely due to the assistance of the dedicated readers I have come to
love, I CAN UPDATE CHAPTERS!! WHEEE! And I thank everyone who reviewed any
of my chapters under their previous posting. I will be deleting them as
separate stories in a few days, just as soon as everyone has found out that
my chapters are all under the same name now. On a more evil note, it seems
that my name is now Black Rose25, after the evil web masters/mistresses
changed the formatting. (Not that I don't like them, I'm just feeling
particularly vengeful today.) There was something else I wanted to
say...Uh...well...I'll think of it. Se ya!
Last time, on my Fanfic:
As soon as my mother had ushered the both of us out of her rooms, Russav gave me that rather carnivorous grin again; he reminded me of some kind of wolf eyeing a new victim that would be shortly be reduced to a mass of so much goo on the floor. "You were rather taken with our little Countess, weren't you, cousin?" I wondered briefly what could have given myself away, but responded quickly. "Yes, and she is not nearly as good as your Queen of Sunshine and cheery disposition!" I was, of course, referring to Tamara. A look of shock and offence so severe it could only have been humorous crossed his face, and he stalked off, leaving me alone to ponder why exactly I was so concerned for the fate of Meliara.
Now, back to our show.
As I made my way back to the courtier's wing, I forced myself to rethink every interaction I had ever made with her. The result was not pleasant. From my aforementioned somewhat-less-than-par first impression, to leading her into a room full of laughing "Court Decorations," to be mocked by Galdran, then standing by and watching while she was led to the dungeons and certain death. "Not if I can help it!" I thought grimly. *AN: I remembered what I forgot! I forgot the disclaimer in my past two chapters, counting this one! Not that I believe that any of you intelligent readers would really believe that I am Sherwood Smith, the Great and Powerful, masquerading as a 14 year old Sousaphone player with a holographic shrine to Vidanric in her basement. However, some snotty rude layer type person might find out that someone is writing fanfic without a disclaimer, OH, THE HORROR! so, anyway: Smith is God. The characters are hers. I'm just having fun with them.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming:
"Not if I can help it!" I thought grimly. Indeed, it seemed that the most pleasant time we had ever had together was that conversation over the campfire that first night, when she had first realized my title. Although I doubted that she cared whether I was the King or if I was just some brainless lackey, she would still treat me just the same. Of all the people I had ever known, she had the least concern about a person's rank I had ever seen. Meliara saw everyone as a person, as a human being, with no reason besides their personality that they should be greater or lesser than her. Although, the way it was going now, she must see me as the lowliest form of life on the planet.
I was startled out of my admittedly depressing thoughts by Lady Trishe and Lord Deric coming up from a narrow, unkempt staircase to my left that I immediately recognized as the passage down to the dungeons. It took me the briefest of moments to compose my court mask, and I asked them what they were down in the dungeons.
"What, haven't you heard?" asked Trishe. Apparently, I hadn't, so she proceeded to explain that the jailer on the white shift were letting people see the Countess who had stared down Galdran, for a small-ish charge. He was even letting people purchase favors for her, such as blankets and food, for considerably more. Suddenly, I remembered her broken ankle. Renna would have my head if I let it get infected, and there was no way she would be getting far unless it was clean and dressed. Thanking Trishe and Deric, I walked down in to the dungeons to see what could be done about her comfort.
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The conditions they were keeping Meliara in were atrocious. She was in the smallest cell in the palace, with nothing more than a small cot that must have been there for ages. The only other thing in the room was a window. I could not believe the nerve of Galdran, to put her in such crude surroundings, with a window that had bars wide enough to taunt her with their promise of freedom, but still to narrow for any but the most starved child to fit through. Unfortunately, nobody ever lasted long enough in Galdran's dungeon to fit through those bars.
My eyes took all of it in in a mere second, and the rest of my time I spent gazing at the back of Meliara's head. She was laying facing the wall, a tactical error there, because that way she could not see who was at the door. "Not that she would be pleased to see me," I muttered to myself. I was jolted back to reality when I glanced at her ankle, left uncovered by the filthy horseblanket she was using to cover herself. It was clearly infected, and the bandage I had used was filthy and crusted over. If blankets and such other things could be smuggled in, could not something be brought in to help her? I knew that I could not, in good conscience, allow her simply to sit there and rot, so I went to the jailer to see if some medical attention could be arranged.
AN: Well, you liked the sappy internal monologues so much, I thought I would give you more. I never really intended this chapter to be, but I thought it would be sweet if it was Vidanric who arranged that doctor to come in and give her a hand. Don't worry, next chapter, we get to see what Danric Dearest was thinking during his brief exchange of opinions with Mel before she escapes. That is one of my fav scenes in the book, and I will try to perform admirably. I will now thank my chapter 3 reviewers, in the order they are listed:
TallemeraRane: Thanks loads, but I'm not that great a wrighter. Is this updated soon enough for you?
Squirrel Maiden of Green: Love the Pen Name. Squirrels are fun. And I tried to update soon.
Tigress-of-Shang: We just have a better band than you, and so we need less practice. What instrument do you play? It can't be as hard to march with as mine! :P lol
FelSong: Thanks for telling me how to update. It was the combined efforts of all the beloved reviewers that helped me figure out where to update. Thanx!!
Phaerie: Wow, I never knew Azmus had such a fan following. I thought that it would be rather hard to not include Azmus in this, but I didn't really know his character well enough to give him dialogue, so I just had him nod his head and wring his had. lol I tried! I love all you reviewers like chocolate, but I think I need longer reviews, even if they are only "I luv ur story!!" repeated 27 times. Longer reviews make me feel loved, besides making me wright faster. I promise, they really do! So click that little button below, and tell me what you think! Luv Ya! Black Rose(25) :P
Last time, on my Fanfic:
As soon as my mother had ushered the both of us out of her rooms, Russav gave me that rather carnivorous grin again; he reminded me of some kind of wolf eyeing a new victim that would be shortly be reduced to a mass of so much goo on the floor. "You were rather taken with our little Countess, weren't you, cousin?" I wondered briefly what could have given myself away, but responded quickly. "Yes, and she is not nearly as good as your Queen of Sunshine and cheery disposition!" I was, of course, referring to Tamara. A look of shock and offence so severe it could only have been humorous crossed his face, and he stalked off, leaving me alone to ponder why exactly I was so concerned for the fate of Meliara.
Now, back to our show.
As I made my way back to the courtier's wing, I forced myself to rethink every interaction I had ever made with her. The result was not pleasant. From my aforementioned somewhat-less-than-par first impression, to leading her into a room full of laughing "Court Decorations," to be mocked by Galdran, then standing by and watching while she was led to the dungeons and certain death. "Not if I can help it!" I thought grimly. *AN: I remembered what I forgot! I forgot the disclaimer in my past two chapters, counting this one! Not that I believe that any of you intelligent readers would really believe that I am Sherwood Smith, the Great and Powerful, masquerading as a 14 year old Sousaphone player with a holographic shrine to Vidanric in her basement. However, some snotty rude layer type person might find out that someone is writing fanfic without a disclaimer, OH, THE HORROR! so, anyway: Smith is God. The characters are hers. I'm just having fun with them.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming:
"Not if I can help it!" I thought grimly. Indeed, it seemed that the most pleasant time we had ever had together was that conversation over the campfire that first night, when she had first realized my title. Although I doubted that she cared whether I was the King or if I was just some brainless lackey, she would still treat me just the same. Of all the people I had ever known, she had the least concern about a person's rank I had ever seen. Meliara saw everyone as a person, as a human being, with no reason besides their personality that they should be greater or lesser than her. Although, the way it was going now, she must see me as the lowliest form of life on the planet.
I was startled out of my admittedly depressing thoughts by Lady Trishe and Lord Deric coming up from a narrow, unkempt staircase to my left that I immediately recognized as the passage down to the dungeons. It took me the briefest of moments to compose my court mask, and I asked them what they were down in the dungeons.
"What, haven't you heard?" asked Trishe. Apparently, I hadn't, so she proceeded to explain that the jailer on the white shift were letting people see the Countess who had stared down Galdran, for a small-ish charge. He was even letting people purchase favors for her, such as blankets and food, for considerably more. Suddenly, I remembered her broken ankle. Renna would have my head if I let it get infected, and there was no way she would be getting far unless it was clean and dressed. Thanking Trishe and Deric, I walked down in to the dungeons to see what could be done about her comfort.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The conditions they were keeping Meliara in were atrocious. She was in the smallest cell in the palace, with nothing more than a small cot that must have been there for ages. The only other thing in the room was a window. I could not believe the nerve of Galdran, to put her in such crude surroundings, with a window that had bars wide enough to taunt her with their promise of freedom, but still to narrow for any but the most starved child to fit through. Unfortunately, nobody ever lasted long enough in Galdran's dungeon to fit through those bars.
My eyes took all of it in in a mere second, and the rest of my time I spent gazing at the back of Meliara's head. She was laying facing the wall, a tactical error there, because that way she could not see who was at the door. "Not that she would be pleased to see me," I muttered to myself. I was jolted back to reality when I glanced at her ankle, left uncovered by the filthy horseblanket she was using to cover herself. It was clearly infected, and the bandage I had used was filthy and crusted over. If blankets and such other things could be smuggled in, could not something be brought in to help her? I knew that I could not, in good conscience, allow her simply to sit there and rot, so I went to the jailer to see if some medical attention could be arranged.
AN: Well, you liked the sappy internal monologues so much, I thought I would give you more. I never really intended this chapter to be, but I thought it would be sweet if it was Vidanric who arranged that doctor to come in and give her a hand. Don't worry, next chapter, we get to see what Danric Dearest was thinking during his brief exchange of opinions with Mel before she escapes. That is one of my fav scenes in the book, and I will try to perform admirably. I will now thank my chapter 3 reviewers, in the order they are listed:
TallemeraRane: Thanks loads, but I'm not that great a wrighter. Is this updated soon enough for you?
Squirrel Maiden of Green: Love the Pen Name. Squirrels are fun. And I tried to update soon.
Tigress-of-Shang: We just have a better band than you, and so we need less practice. What instrument do you play? It can't be as hard to march with as mine! :P lol
FelSong: Thanks for telling me how to update. It was the combined efforts of all the beloved reviewers that helped me figure out where to update. Thanx!!
Phaerie: Wow, I never knew Azmus had such a fan following. I thought that it would be rather hard to not include Azmus in this, but I didn't really know his character well enough to give him dialogue, so I just had him nod his head and wring his had. lol I tried! I love all you reviewers like chocolate, but I think I need longer reviews, even if they are only "I luv ur story!!" repeated 27 times. Longer reviews make me feel loved, besides making me wright faster. I promise, they really do! So click that little button below, and tell me what you think! Luv Ya! Black Rose(25) :P
