Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Author's Note: Ah lovely. Chapter 5. 5 stupid chapters in 2 days and I got one review. This is just ridiculous. REVIEW PEOPLE!!! T_T
Chapter 5: Letter
Vegeta rolled his eyes, watching his father arrive prestigiously on his horse, surrounded by knights and noblemen. "He always hast to be such a damn show off, doesn't he?" Vegeta whispered to his horse, slowing him down to a slow trot. He'd been riding for the last good hour, but his Shadow Cray could run for days it seemed without getting tired.
As Vegeta drew nearer and nearer to his Father, he slowed down more gradually. His father finished off a conversation with the Duke of Normandy, Charles, chuckling quietly.
"Ah, Vegeta! There you are son. I was just mentioning to Charles here about how you won the Tournament of Blyth, isn't that right son? In the jousting and swordsmanship championships?" His father said, his eyes glaring at his own son, silently screaming at him to be as proud and selfish as himself. 'So that's all I am to him, another thing to brag about...' He thought smugly to himself, frowning for a moment before putting on a very fake smile.
"Yes Father, I did, but I could have never have done it without all of the fine trainers and equipment that you so happily provided for me." Vegeta said, his eyes gazing fire at his Father. He knew damn well that he had to beg and PLEAD for a half-ass equipment and was resorted to wanna-be peasants teaching him the ropes. It was pathetic!
"Only the best for my son, only the best." His father repeated, smiling and looking at the men around his circle. He was the highest, and he had always been one for power. Just as his father before him, Henry the II.
"Well, gentlemen, I believe that we have some political issues to discuss. May we go inside of the tent?" Charles suggested, gesturing to the expensive fortress of fabric, almost three times the size of his chambers at home.
"Yes, we shall, thank you Charles for reminding me. I can't always brag about my children, can I?" I chuckled, all of his subjects chuckling along with him. Vegeta kept the respectable code of silence, for the duty of Prince was to observant, not free-spirited and outspoken. That was just the way it was.
.:.
Vegeta had been dismissed to his "room", if you could call it that. It was a small tent outside of the fortress of fabric, fit for a Prince, but of course not NEARLY as well off as his Father. It was nice, a bed and a table resided in it, the basic 3 standard outfits and a sword always. He didn't ever understand really why he had to have a sword, he always had 3 guards around him always while he was asleep, but maybe just for prestige.
He sat on his bed, then taking off his chain mail. The letter that he had been given earlier that day fell to the floor, and Vegeta picked it up. He sat it on the table, walking over and lighting a few candles. Curiosity got the best of him as he sat on his bed to take off his boots, getting a candle and picking up the letter. He unfolded it, and read it to himself:
My Prince,
I have heard about you across the land, Your Highness. Rumor has it you're quite the charmer, is that so? My friends tell me that you're a very quiet man, but extremely handsome. A rare trait in English Princes, I do admit, my Prince, you must've figured that out by now. Although, that is no matter right now. I am quite the fan of yours, Your Highness. I really always have been. Stories and rumors about you have been spread across the kingdoms, but I know your secrets. I can read you, Your Highness, like an open book. Now, that does not mean that I am so closed myself, but I am willing to help you.
You see, my good Prince, I am a woman of many shapes, many worlds and many colors. I am a woman of many cultures, of many lands, of many seas, and many people. But the truth is, I am just a woman.
If you try to write to me, please simply send this to my name. The words of you have always found my heart, no matter what the distance, my Prince.
Yours in Grace,
The Blue Maiden
Vegeta sat on his bed, puzzled. He read it again and again, the Blue Maiden? Who in the hell was the Blue Maiden? He sighed to himself, placing the letter back on his table. He pulled back the red sheets and blankets, moving into the bed that was his, for now. His eyes stayed open, but his mind stayed closed on one subject. Who WAS The Blue Maiden?
Author's Note: Ah lovely. Chapter 5. 5 stupid chapters in 2 days and I got one review. This is just ridiculous. REVIEW PEOPLE!!! T_T
Chapter 5: Letter
Vegeta rolled his eyes, watching his father arrive prestigiously on his horse, surrounded by knights and noblemen. "He always hast to be such a damn show off, doesn't he?" Vegeta whispered to his horse, slowing him down to a slow trot. He'd been riding for the last good hour, but his Shadow Cray could run for days it seemed without getting tired.
As Vegeta drew nearer and nearer to his Father, he slowed down more gradually. His father finished off a conversation with the Duke of Normandy, Charles, chuckling quietly.
"Ah, Vegeta! There you are son. I was just mentioning to Charles here about how you won the Tournament of Blyth, isn't that right son? In the jousting and swordsmanship championships?" His father said, his eyes glaring at his own son, silently screaming at him to be as proud and selfish as himself. 'So that's all I am to him, another thing to brag about...' He thought smugly to himself, frowning for a moment before putting on a very fake smile.
"Yes Father, I did, but I could have never have done it without all of the fine trainers and equipment that you so happily provided for me." Vegeta said, his eyes gazing fire at his Father. He knew damn well that he had to beg and PLEAD for a half-ass equipment and was resorted to wanna-be peasants teaching him the ropes. It was pathetic!
"Only the best for my son, only the best." His father repeated, smiling and looking at the men around his circle. He was the highest, and he had always been one for power. Just as his father before him, Henry the II.
"Well, gentlemen, I believe that we have some political issues to discuss. May we go inside of the tent?" Charles suggested, gesturing to the expensive fortress of fabric, almost three times the size of his chambers at home.
"Yes, we shall, thank you Charles for reminding me. I can't always brag about my children, can I?" I chuckled, all of his subjects chuckling along with him. Vegeta kept the respectable code of silence, for the duty of Prince was to observant, not free-spirited and outspoken. That was just the way it was.
.:.
Vegeta had been dismissed to his "room", if you could call it that. It was a small tent outside of the fortress of fabric, fit for a Prince, but of course not NEARLY as well off as his Father. It was nice, a bed and a table resided in it, the basic 3 standard outfits and a sword always. He didn't ever understand really why he had to have a sword, he always had 3 guards around him always while he was asleep, but maybe just for prestige.
He sat on his bed, then taking off his chain mail. The letter that he had been given earlier that day fell to the floor, and Vegeta picked it up. He sat it on the table, walking over and lighting a few candles. Curiosity got the best of him as he sat on his bed to take off his boots, getting a candle and picking up the letter. He unfolded it, and read it to himself:
My Prince,
I have heard about you across the land, Your Highness. Rumor has it you're quite the charmer, is that so? My friends tell me that you're a very quiet man, but extremely handsome. A rare trait in English Princes, I do admit, my Prince, you must've figured that out by now. Although, that is no matter right now. I am quite the fan of yours, Your Highness. I really always have been. Stories and rumors about you have been spread across the kingdoms, but I know your secrets. I can read you, Your Highness, like an open book. Now, that does not mean that I am so closed myself, but I am willing to help you.
You see, my good Prince, I am a woman of many shapes, many worlds and many colors. I am a woman of many cultures, of many lands, of many seas, and many people. But the truth is, I am just a woman.
If you try to write to me, please simply send this to my name. The words of you have always found my heart, no matter what the distance, my Prince.
Yours in Grace,
The Blue Maiden
Vegeta sat on his bed, puzzled. He read it again and again, the Blue Maiden? Who in the hell was the Blue Maiden? He sighed to himself, placing the letter back on his table. He pulled back the red sheets and blankets, moving into the bed that was his, for now. His eyes stayed open, but his mind stayed closed on one subject. Who WAS The Blue Maiden?