Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Author's Note: Okay, so this is a fairly long chapter, but whatever. I like it any ways, and I'm so happy! 8 Reviews! =D Thanks you guys! But ya know...I'd like more lol. Thanks you guys!
Chapter 6: Reply
Vegeta woke up from a start, a guard entering his tent and waking up the Prince in as much of a rushed manner as he could without being a nuisance. "Your Highness, Sir! Your father has ordered for you to be dressed and ready to move out by sunrise." He announced, snapping to attention as Vegeta slowly rose from his sleep. He grumbled silently, bitch and complain.
"Leave me now, you damned soldier." He said, glaring at the man and complaining after he scurried out of the tent. Vegeta got out of his "bed", if you could call it that. It really was just a cot. His father had a hand-crafted oak bed moved wherever he went while he was away from the castle. Once he had asked his father about this, at about the age of 13, and he replied in his harsh and firm tone "I am a King, and I should be able to live like one, wherever I go."
Vegeta rolled his eyes at the memory, his father had always been such an ass. He slipped his colors over his head, red and black. His flag was a snake. How this came about was his aggressive actions when he had trained with Hugh Giffard, therefore he gave him the nickname 'snake'. As he grew older, he matured into the name of 'serpent'. He honored the memory of his beloved friend by keeping that has trademark when he started fighting.
He sighed, slipping his boots on and putting his sword in his holster. He started to walk out of the door, but then remembered the letter on his table. He stopped for a moment, wondering if he should keep it or not. It was nonsense, probably from some whore who wanted to impress him. He shrugged his shoulders, wondering 'Why not?'. He picked it up, and put in the insides of his robes.
He walked out of his tent, going right across the field to the make-shift castle that had been assembled the day before. He sighed, looking down at the ground as his feet took him otherwise. He could barely believe that he was finally going into battle. It was customary for a Prince to receive three armies on his 20th birthday. This time now, was his war training. His kingdom was constantly in wars, wether it be France or Spain, Italy or the Holy Land. It was the only way to live, to maintain a vast empire of the English. It was a huge responsibility to be the King of England, it was like being crowned King of the World.
He glared at the guards outside of the entrance of the fortress of fabric, saying in a deathly quiet tone, "If you value your life, soldier, you will let your Prince pass." The guard snapped to attention, in his most rushed and frightened voice "Forgive me, your highness."
Vegeta 'hmphed' as he walked into the tent, seeing his father standing in front of a huge map of the Island and the Kingdoms surrounding it. He conversed quietly with Charles, the Duke of Normandy, obviously trying to figure out which could find a way to beat a small revolt in the northern Normandy area. He just stood there in silence, trying to show as much reverence as he could to the damned Father of his, knowing the more respect he gave, the less pissed off his Father would be in private.
"Well, we could go through Counte Dam, but I don't know. You know that the Dams over there are usually NOT very compliant, especially with you, Charles." He looked grimly at his ally, his eyes cold and sour.
"Well, you also know, Henry, that they are extremely poor people. We could probably set aside a small amount to some commoners...just to keep them quiet. They're very good on their word, Henry." Charles responded, staring down at the map.
When the proud and old English King did not respond, he looked up. His eyes snapped and then brightened as he saw the Prince.
"Vegeta, what do YOU believe we should do?" The rich duke said curiously, watching the young Prince contemplate the facts of political matters. He knew what they SHOULD do, blackmail is always the most reliable and sure-proof way to do anything with peasants, but he knew what was correct to the English King, his father.
"We should take a few peasants off of the streets, use them as our guides. A few men could go, so not to cause chaos if we are discovered. If we keep things quiet, we could move the army around the city on the outskirt roads, but for our protection, we should stay as far away from massive armies as much as possible. But of course, that is me. Father should really be the one that decides this." Vegeta said in a cold voice, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking, feeling very proud of himself.
"Very good, son. I believe that is a brilliant plan. We shall leave tonight, an hour after sundown." His father sat down on this prestigious chair, really more of a probable throne, and looked at a guard. "See to it that the commander VanDusch is he here at once, understood?" The guard nodded, moving briskly out of the tent to follow his King's orders.
"Son, you may do whatever you like for the rest of the day. But I would like for you to always have at least 2 guards following you, I can't risk the safety of the heir to the throne of my kingdom, can I?" He chuckled, and Charles followed.
"Yes, Father." He said, turning his back and opening the flap, walking to the horses' arena (I don't know what they called it, so bare with me.) He sighed, then smiled as his loyal friend was brushing Shadow Cray's mane.
He walked briskly over to his friend's side, then reaching up and gripping the nuzzle of the stallion's nose. He saw Shadow's eyes light up, and he then stroked his cheekbone.
"Hello Vegeta. It's nice to see you again" The man said, smiling up at him. He was always nice to him, and he wasn't exactly sure why. He was always cruel and heartless to most of the people around him.
"Hello James. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Vegeta said, moving over and getting Shadow Cray's bridle and leading him over to the hay, holding him there as he watched his friend.
"Yes, it has, Vegeta. 5 months, I went off and helped my father. You know, being the son of the Duke of Normandy sometimes is quite a difficult job. Maybe even more tiring than being the prince of England!" He smirked to himself, listening to Vegeta chuckle lightly under his breath.
"Yes, it does suck to be me sometimes. But, tell me this, how old are you now?" Vegeta said, watching his horse's black eyes as he waited for a response.
"Eighteen in October." His friend sighed, shaking his head and closing his eyes in disgust. It was shameful to be this hold and not married, especially in Normandy.
"Really?" Vegeta questioned, looking up at his friend, puzzled.
"Yes. Mother has been trying to find several "suitable wives" for me for the past year or so now, but I want to be married because of love. But when we're this high up on the food chain, we marry for land, money, and power. Don't you ever think that that's pathetic?" He looked up at his friend, sighing to himself. He'd always been a romantic.
"It is pathetic, but it's the only way we can rule. You've probably heard the lecture from your father as well, a thousand times, that we are to be great. Never fall short of glory or power. Only do what is best for the country." Vegeta said, rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself.
"Yes, but sometimes I wish that I was a peasant. Free to marry and be happy with any person I want. Of course, that'll never happen." He said, looking to soldiers that were practicing their swordsmanship near by.
"Yeah." Vegeta stated simply, turning around and walking to his tent.
.:.
Vegeta read the letter again, still very puzzled about this 'Blue Maiden' that had sent him. It was very odd indeed, most women did not to seem this sarcastic and witty.
He sat and thought to himself, what to write in return. It had been bugging him all day to write to her or not, but then he finally gave into the first, looking at the parchment in front of him. He picked up a quill, and dipped it in ink. He sighed, and began to write.
My Lady,
I am very pleased to hear that I have a fan. I don't have very many willing fans, of course, but it is nice to have them never the less. I don't know that much about you, Blue Maiden, but I can tell that you're very outspoken for a woman, assuming that you are one. But tell me this, though, how do you know what I look like if you have never seen me with your own eyes?
Maiden, I don't know exactly what to write to you. I'm still very ignorant at where you are, what you look like, or what you plan on doing. But I will assure you, that if you try to write me again, I will find you. I have a very high interest in finding out who you are, my Lady.
Your Royal Highness,
Prince Vegeta of England
He sighed, then walked out to give the message to the guard outside of his tent.
"Make sure that this gets delivered to 'The Blue Maiden'." He watched the puzzled look on the guard's face and smirked to himself as he walked back into the tent, lying down on his bed and looking up at the top of the tent.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is a fairly long chapter, but whatever. I like it any ways, and I'm so happy! 8 Reviews! =D Thanks you guys! But ya know...I'd like more lol. Thanks you guys!
Chapter 6: Reply
Vegeta woke up from a start, a guard entering his tent and waking up the Prince in as much of a rushed manner as he could without being a nuisance. "Your Highness, Sir! Your father has ordered for you to be dressed and ready to move out by sunrise." He announced, snapping to attention as Vegeta slowly rose from his sleep. He grumbled silently, bitch and complain.
"Leave me now, you damned soldier." He said, glaring at the man and complaining after he scurried out of the tent. Vegeta got out of his "bed", if you could call it that. It really was just a cot. His father had a hand-crafted oak bed moved wherever he went while he was away from the castle. Once he had asked his father about this, at about the age of 13, and he replied in his harsh and firm tone "I am a King, and I should be able to live like one, wherever I go."
Vegeta rolled his eyes at the memory, his father had always been such an ass. He slipped his colors over his head, red and black. His flag was a snake. How this came about was his aggressive actions when he had trained with Hugh Giffard, therefore he gave him the nickname 'snake'. As he grew older, he matured into the name of 'serpent'. He honored the memory of his beloved friend by keeping that has trademark when he started fighting.
He sighed, slipping his boots on and putting his sword in his holster. He started to walk out of the door, but then remembered the letter on his table. He stopped for a moment, wondering if he should keep it or not. It was nonsense, probably from some whore who wanted to impress him. He shrugged his shoulders, wondering 'Why not?'. He picked it up, and put in the insides of his robes.
He walked out of his tent, going right across the field to the make-shift castle that had been assembled the day before. He sighed, looking down at the ground as his feet took him otherwise. He could barely believe that he was finally going into battle. It was customary for a Prince to receive three armies on his 20th birthday. This time now, was his war training. His kingdom was constantly in wars, wether it be France or Spain, Italy or the Holy Land. It was the only way to live, to maintain a vast empire of the English. It was a huge responsibility to be the King of England, it was like being crowned King of the World.
He glared at the guards outside of the entrance of the fortress of fabric, saying in a deathly quiet tone, "If you value your life, soldier, you will let your Prince pass." The guard snapped to attention, in his most rushed and frightened voice "Forgive me, your highness."
Vegeta 'hmphed' as he walked into the tent, seeing his father standing in front of a huge map of the Island and the Kingdoms surrounding it. He conversed quietly with Charles, the Duke of Normandy, obviously trying to figure out which could find a way to beat a small revolt in the northern Normandy area. He just stood there in silence, trying to show as much reverence as he could to the damned Father of his, knowing the more respect he gave, the less pissed off his Father would be in private.
"Well, we could go through Counte Dam, but I don't know. You know that the Dams over there are usually NOT very compliant, especially with you, Charles." He looked grimly at his ally, his eyes cold and sour.
"Well, you also know, Henry, that they are extremely poor people. We could probably set aside a small amount to some commoners...just to keep them quiet. They're very good on their word, Henry." Charles responded, staring down at the map.
When the proud and old English King did not respond, he looked up. His eyes snapped and then brightened as he saw the Prince.
"Vegeta, what do YOU believe we should do?" The rich duke said curiously, watching the young Prince contemplate the facts of political matters. He knew what they SHOULD do, blackmail is always the most reliable and sure-proof way to do anything with peasants, but he knew what was correct to the English King, his father.
"We should take a few peasants off of the streets, use them as our guides. A few men could go, so not to cause chaos if we are discovered. If we keep things quiet, we could move the army around the city on the outskirt roads, but for our protection, we should stay as far away from massive armies as much as possible. But of course, that is me. Father should really be the one that decides this." Vegeta said in a cold voice, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking, feeling very proud of himself.
"Very good, son. I believe that is a brilliant plan. We shall leave tonight, an hour after sundown." His father sat down on this prestigious chair, really more of a probable throne, and looked at a guard. "See to it that the commander VanDusch is he here at once, understood?" The guard nodded, moving briskly out of the tent to follow his King's orders.
"Son, you may do whatever you like for the rest of the day. But I would like for you to always have at least 2 guards following you, I can't risk the safety of the heir to the throne of my kingdom, can I?" He chuckled, and Charles followed.
"Yes, Father." He said, turning his back and opening the flap, walking to the horses' arena (I don't know what they called it, so bare with me.) He sighed, then smiled as his loyal friend was brushing Shadow Cray's mane.
He walked briskly over to his friend's side, then reaching up and gripping the nuzzle of the stallion's nose. He saw Shadow's eyes light up, and he then stroked his cheekbone.
"Hello Vegeta. It's nice to see you again" The man said, smiling up at him. He was always nice to him, and he wasn't exactly sure why. He was always cruel and heartless to most of the people around him.
"Hello James. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Vegeta said, moving over and getting Shadow Cray's bridle and leading him over to the hay, holding him there as he watched his friend.
"Yes, it has, Vegeta. 5 months, I went off and helped my father. You know, being the son of the Duke of Normandy sometimes is quite a difficult job. Maybe even more tiring than being the prince of England!" He smirked to himself, listening to Vegeta chuckle lightly under his breath.
"Yes, it does suck to be me sometimes. But, tell me this, how old are you now?" Vegeta said, watching his horse's black eyes as he waited for a response.
"Eighteen in October." His friend sighed, shaking his head and closing his eyes in disgust. It was shameful to be this hold and not married, especially in Normandy.
"Really?" Vegeta questioned, looking up at his friend, puzzled.
"Yes. Mother has been trying to find several "suitable wives" for me for the past year or so now, but I want to be married because of love. But when we're this high up on the food chain, we marry for land, money, and power. Don't you ever think that that's pathetic?" He looked up at his friend, sighing to himself. He'd always been a romantic.
"It is pathetic, but it's the only way we can rule. You've probably heard the lecture from your father as well, a thousand times, that we are to be great. Never fall short of glory or power. Only do what is best for the country." Vegeta said, rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself.
"Yes, but sometimes I wish that I was a peasant. Free to marry and be happy with any person I want. Of course, that'll never happen." He said, looking to soldiers that were practicing their swordsmanship near by.
"Yeah." Vegeta stated simply, turning around and walking to his tent.
.:.
Vegeta read the letter again, still very puzzled about this 'Blue Maiden' that had sent him. It was very odd indeed, most women did not to seem this sarcastic and witty.
He sat and thought to himself, what to write in return. It had been bugging him all day to write to her or not, but then he finally gave into the first, looking at the parchment in front of him. He picked up a quill, and dipped it in ink. He sighed, and began to write.
My Lady,
I am very pleased to hear that I have a fan. I don't have very many willing fans, of course, but it is nice to have them never the less. I don't know that much about you, Blue Maiden, but I can tell that you're very outspoken for a woman, assuming that you are one. But tell me this, though, how do you know what I look like if you have never seen me with your own eyes?
Maiden, I don't know exactly what to write to you. I'm still very ignorant at where you are, what you look like, or what you plan on doing. But I will assure you, that if you try to write me again, I will find you. I have a very high interest in finding out who you are, my Lady.
Your Royal Highness,
Prince Vegeta of England
He sighed, then walked out to give the message to the guard outside of his tent.
"Make sure that this gets delivered to 'The Blue Maiden'." He watched the puzzled look on the guard's face and smirked to himself as he walked back into the tent, lying down on his bed and looking up at the top of the tent.