Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Author's Note: Okay, so this may be a kinda sorta short chapter, but hey, you can get over that. I wrote this while I was talking to an amazing guy, and so I was a bit distracted. =P Oh well, on with the story!
Chapter 4: Talking
Vegeta lay in bed that night, wondering what Bulma of Castile would look like. He had no idea, and neither did anyone else in his family. She was undoubtably beautiful, the Spanish had always been. It was just, insane that he had been engaged all his life to a woman he'd never even seen. Sure, he'd heard of her, her family ruled over a third of Spain. Her father was a very high political figure, and very close with his father.
The Spanish and English had over recent years became allies, very dependant on another's trade to keep their fortune's going. The Spanish King, Fernando the VI, wasn't a very big war King. He left that to the English, and his father, Henry the III, was fine with that. As long as the royal treasuries were full and collecting more, the Spanish just sat there.
"What does she look like...?" Vegeta mumbled before he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a mysterious woman.
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Vegeta groaned, looking out the window.
"Sunrise already?" He grumbled, putting his head under his blood red sheets. He wanted to sleep in.
"Prince Vegeta! You need to get dressed, sir, you're father is leaving in an hour for Woodstock!" A servant yelled outside of his door, but still in a very respectful voice.
He glared at the door, mumbling to himself as he got out of his huge bed "You better be fucking respectful...", walking over to his dresser and getting out his royal armor. It was only customary and safety precautions for his well-being that made him wear this 60 pound outfit. He sighed, putting the chain male over his head.
Vegeta walked down the corridors and stairs of his family's castle, going out to the stable where his black stallion, Shadow Cray, was kept. He had raised Shadow ever since he was a colt, and he loved him dearly. He opened the doors as the sunrise was first clear over the horizon.
"Good morning, your Highness." Henry said, poking his head out of Lady's stall. Lady was his sisters' mare, and she was the gentlest horse you've ever seen. A bay with black piercing eyes, and Shadow Cray was her first colt.
"Good morning, Henry. How is Lady doing this fine morning?" Vegeta said sarcastically, watching his best friend smooth his hands over the mare's fine body.
"She's doing fine, but I bet that Shadow Cray will be thrilled to see you, you haven't been down to see him in 3 days, your Highness." Henry said, bowing his head lightly. Vegeta watched him, rolling his eyes.
"Henry, you know damn well that I hate it when you address me with such formality. Call me Vegeta, please. You know that." Vegeta said, walking to his stallion's stall.
"Hello Shadow Cray." Vegeta said smoothly, his hand reaching out to stroke his nuzzle lightly. Shadow Cray's eyes light like fire, intently watching his master's every move. He was very good at controlling his excitement, but you could tell by his eyes everything he had inside of his head.
"So, Vegeta, where is your Father off to today?" Henry stated, moving about the stable giving the horses' plenty of hay and water, not paying Vegeta much mind.
Vegeta gave Shadow Cray one last satisfactory pat on his nose, moving over and letting his back rest against the door to his stall, watching Henry work.
"He's off to Woodstock, and I am to go with him. I don't understand it though. How can such small of a town cause so much damn commotion?" Vegeta said, shaking his head in a mixture of amazement and disgust.
"Well, I heard from Alice that the Scottish are using that as their main fortress town. All of their spies go there every month to send reports to the Scotts." Henry said, stopping for a moment and looking to Vegeta, watching him as he gave Bastion a carrot.
"Really? I haven't heard that, but Alice is quite the ear." Vegeta said, smirking to himself and shaking his head, letting all of the ridiculous gossip memories involving Alice and Sarah slip from his mind.
"How are you and Matilda?" Vegeta said out of thin air, just wanting to talk to his good friend.
"Matilda and I are doing fine, she's still in the castle, thanks to you. Vegeta, I owe you so much, if you wouldn't have said anything to your Mother, Matilda surely would have been moved out of the castle. And what's even better than she still being here, we are going to wed." Henry said proudly and joyously, smiling to himself as he cleaned out Mayan's stall.
"Really? That's good for you guys. You deserve to be happy, that's for sure." Vegeta said, looking down at the floor, suddenly very depressed.
Henry looked at Vegeta, a look of concern on his face as he saw his friend's eyes darken considerably. He did question Vegeta when it came to matters of the heart, if anyone could they weren't found yet. He shrugged his shoulders, walking over to the stool that was in the stable, picking up a letter that had been sent to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, you got this letter this morning. The messenger boy couldn't get into the castle because of the guards, they didn't see a royal stamp, and so he just dropped it off here." Henry said simply, walking over to his Prince and holding it out.
Vegeta snapped out of his trance, staring at the envelope. Who would write to him? He shrugged his shoulders, taking the envelope and putting it in his pocket. He moved and opened the door to his black stallion's stall, motioning him out. Henry walked back into the room for saddles, grabbing Vegeta's own and walking back to the prince, handing it to him.
"Has someone cleaned my saddle recently?" Vegeta said, observing the unusual shine on his black saddle as he placed it on Shadow Cray's back.
"Yeah, I got bored last night so I just started cleaning all of the saddles and bridles." Henry said, watching Vegeta tighten the strap on his saddle, noticing the precision in all of his work.
'Thank you, Henry. You don't know how much I appreciate your little odd jobs that you do all the time." Vegeta said, smirking at his friend.
"Vegeta, no matter how close of friends we are, you are still a Prince, and I am still just a servant. I feel honored just to be treated as well as I am for being your friend!" He stated, watching his best friend in the world mount his horse.
"But still, you are my best friend, and most loyal subject. You and Matilda's family will live good lives while I am King, Henry." Vegeta said, tapping Shadow Cray with the heel of his foot, and riding to meet his father over the ridge of Cantaberry. He was to go to Woodstock.
Author's Note: Okay, so this may be a kinda sorta short chapter, but hey, you can get over that. I wrote this while I was talking to an amazing guy, and so I was a bit distracted. =P Oh well, on with the story!
Chapter 4: Talking
Vegeta lay in bed that night, wondering what Bulma of Castile would look like. He had no idea, and neither did anyone else in his family. She was undoubtably beautiful, the Spanish had always been. It was just, insane that he had been engaged all his life to a woman he'd never even seen. Sure, he'd heard of her, her family ruled over a third of Spain. Her father was a very high political figure, and very close with his father.
The Spanish and English had over recent years became allies, very dependant on another's trade to keep their fortune's going. The Spanish King, Fernando the VI, wasn't a very big war King. He left that to the English, and his father, Henry the III, was fine with that. As long as the royal treasuries were full and collecting more, the Spanish just sat there.
"What does she look like...?" Vegeta mumbled before he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a mysterious woman.
.:.
Vegeta groaned, looking out the window.
"Sunrise already?" He grumbled, putting his head under his blood red sheets. He wanted to sleep in.
"Prince Vegeta! You need to get dressed, sir, you're father is leaving in an hour for Woodstock!" A servant yelled outside of his door, but still in a very respectful voice.
He glared at the door, mumbling to himself as he got out of his huge bed "You better be fucking respectful...", walking over to his dresser and getting out his royal armor. It was only customary and safety precautions for his well-being that made him wear this 60 pound outfit. He sighed, putting the chain male over his head.
Vegeta walked down the corridors and stairs of his family's castle, going out to the stable where his black stallion, Shadow Cray, was kept. He had raised Shadow ever since he was a colt, and he loved him dearly. He opened the doors as the sunrise was first clear over the horizon.
"Good morning, your Highness." Henry said, poking his head out of Lady's stall. Lady was his sisters' mare, and she was the gentlest horse you've ever seen. A bay with black piercing eyes, and Shadow Cray was her first colt.
"Good morning, Henry. How is Lady doing this fine morning?" Vegeta said sarcastically, watching his best friend smooth his hands over the mare's fine body.
"She's doing fine, but I bet that Shadow Cray will be thrilled to see you, you haven't been down to see him in 3 days, your Highness." Henry said, bowing his head lightly. Vegeta watched him, rolling his eyes.
"Henry, you know damn well that I hate it when you address me with such formality. Call me Vegeta, please. You know that." Vegeta said, walking to his stallion's stall.
"Hello Shadow Cray." Vegeta said smoothly, his hand reaching out to stroke his nuzzle lightly. Shadow Cray's eyes light like fire, intently watching his master's every move. He was very good at controlling his excitement, but you could tell by his eyes everything he had inside of his head.
"So, Vegeta, where is your Father off to today?" Henry stated, moving about the stable giving the horses' plenty of hay and water, not paying Vegeta much mind.
Vegeta gave Shadow Cray one last satisfactory pat on his nose, moving over and letting his back rest against the door to his stall, watching Henry work.
"He's off to Woodstock, and I am to go with him. I don't understand it though. How can such small of a town cause so much damn commotion?" Vegeta said, shaking his head in a mixture of amazement and disgust.
"Well, I heard from Alice that the Scottish are using that as their main fortress town. All of their spies go there every month to send reports to the Scotts." Henry said, stopping for a moment and looking to Vegeta, watching him as he gave Bastion a carrot.
"Really? I haven't heard that, but Alice is quite the ear." Vegeta said, smirking to himself and shaking his head, letting all of the ridiculous gossip memories involving Alice and Sarah slip from his mind.
"How are you and Matilda?" Vegeta said out of thin air, just wanting to talk to his good friend.
"Matilda and I are doing fine, she's still in the castle, thanks to you. Vegeta, I owe you so much, if you wouldn't have said anything to your Mother, Matilda surely would have been moved out of the castle. And what's even better than she still being here, we are going to wed." Henry said proudly and joyously, smiling to himself as he cleaned out Mayan's stall.
"Really? That's good for you guys. You deserve to be happy, that's for sure." Vegeta said, looking down at the floor, suddenly very depressed.
Henry looked at Vegeta, a look of concern on his face as he saw his friend's eyes darken considerably. He did question Vegeta when it came to matters of the heart, if anyone could they weren't found yet. He shrugged his shoulders, walking over to the stool that was in the stable, picking up a letter that had been sent to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, you got this letter this morning. The messenger boy couldn't get into the castle because of the guards, they didn't see a royal stamp, and so he just dropped it off here." Henry said simply, walking over to his Prince and holding it out.
Vegeta snapped out of his trance, staring at the envelope. Who would write to him? He shrugged his shoulders, taking the envelope and putting it in his pocket. He moved and opened the door to his black stallion's stall, motioning him out. Henry walked back into the room for saddles, grabbing Vegeta's own and walking back to the prince, handing it to him.
"Has someone cleaned my saddle recently?" Vegeta said, observing the unusual shine on his black saddle as he placed it on Shadow Cray's back.
"Yeah, I got bored last night so I just started cleaning all of the saddles and bridles." Henry said, watching Vegeta tighten the strap on his saddle, noticing the precision in all of his work.
'Thank you, Henry. You don't know how much I appreciate your little odd jobs that you do all the time." Vegeta said, smirking at his friend.
"Vegeta, no matter how close of friends we are, you are still a Prince, and I am still just a servant. I feel honored just to be treated as well as I am for being your friend!" He stated, watching his best friend in the world mount his horse.
"But still, you are my best friend, and most loyal subject. You and Matilda's family will live good lives while I am King, Henry." Vegeta said, tapping Shadow Cray with the heel of his foot, and riding to meet his father over the ridge of Cantaberry. He was to go to Woodstock.