Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Author's Note: This chapter's a transition chapter, so I'm sorry if it's kinda bad, or short, or something. And I'd like to say thanks to my reviewers:
Thanks to:
Shigasu (my IDOL reviewed my fic! ^_^)
mystic
Tenshi Kanashii
Iz-Haru viKesh
Dan-Chan (but I doubt I'll be doing a Brave-Heart spin off. Lol)
Chapter 8: Politics
Vegeta just sat on his throne, looking over the table of diplomats and noblemen of the kingdom that was his father's and his. It was quite revolting, all of them talking about how much land they had and trying to figure out how they could keep a small revolt in Scotland under control. Vegeta rolled his eyes and slumped in his throne a little bit more.
"Well, we have currently a small and secret army in Stirling, and that could be very helpful if any of us would like to get any new lands for you, my king. I hope that this pleases you." Robert the Bruce stated as he bowed respectively, his eyes going to the floor and waiting for a response from his King.
"Yes, Robert. You are the Earl of Bruce, and that would please me if you always had an army stationed there with only allegiance to myself. Now, we wouldn't want any revolts, now would we?" The old king asked, his eyebrow raised and almost glaring at the young Earl.
"Of course not, Your Majesty. Never!" Robert said in a hurried rush, breathing quickly as his Father dismissed him out of the throne room. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Politics..." he mumbled to himself, starting to get a headache.
The old King looked at his Father next to him, and he smiled a very forced and somewhat evil looking smile. The eyes are what really got the point across, they were cold as ice and staring directly into the pools of darkness of his own. His Father wanted him to pay attention, and he snapped his head up and then straightened his back.
"Well, gentlemen, as you all probably know by now, Vegeta is betrothed to Bulma of Castile, and we all know how much that area of land means to the Island. She could be very helpful to my son when he succeeds me in the throne." He glared over at Vegeta, who was paying an unusual amount of attention to his father. But this was for his own selfish reasons, he really didn't know anything about Bulma of Castile.
"She has political influence and respect of the common people in Spain, and we could keep our diplomatic power there. It would be the very best interest in the whole country if we made sure the two are wed as soon as possible." Henry the III stated to his counsel of subjects, watching them all nod in approval. Not agreeing with the King on something was suicide.
"Yes, Your Majesty. That is an excellent idea." The Count of Taillebourg said, smiling fakely up at his Lord. A man in dark robes appeared in front of the throne, bowing his head low and signifying homage with his respectful tone. He held up a scroll and read loudly.
"Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that Arigan of Castile demands that if he is to hand his daughter to marry our Prince, he must have him for an inspection period in Castile. If the Prince lives up to his expectations, he will be knighted and they will wed in Winchester."
Vegeta looked at the servant, his eyes wide in surprise. Go to Castile? He'd never even left England! He had always wanted to, but his Father had never allowed him to. It was rather insane, but that was his father for you. The old King had a flash look of anger in his eyes, glaring at the servant and whispering coldly,
"Tell Arigan, I will NOT allow my son, the future King of my Country, to go into a ship for an 'inspection period'."
"But Your Majesty, we need the lands in Spain for their huge fortune! We could use Bulma of Castile in more ways than one, and we just need the political advantage!" A brave and somewhat stupid council man said.
"I will NOT allow it!" Henry the III said, standing up and his face beginning to get red.
"But sir, I could go with the Prince to Castile, I am his uncle after all! I could make sure that everything went well and there would be nothing wrong. It couldn't be such a bad thing, could it Your Majesty?"said Richard of Cornwall, his Mother's brother.
"Alright...but would they allow it?" The King's eyes went back on the servants, and the servant nodded, keeping his silence and his distance from the infuriated King. He had been known to loose his temper at anything that seemed to be standing up in front of his authority.
"Alright, I will permit it, but only with Richard as his personal assistant and advisor. I am trusting the life of your future King in your hands, Richard." His eyes wandered back to his Brother-in-law.
Vegeta grumbled quietly to himself, it was like his life wasn't even his until he became King. He was just a pawn in a chest game surrounded by more powerful men, but ultimately the most important player.
His father cleared his throat, and then spoke again. "You and Vegeta will be leaving in 3 weeks, so I suggest you begin to pack while the Queen makes preperations for your departure." His eyes closed in on his helpless son, glaring at him.
"Yes, Sir." Vegeta said slowly, getting up from his throne and going back to his chambers. The "meeting" was basically over, so he wasn't in trouble for anything, he hoped. He walked down the corridor, opening up his grand oak door and walking inside. He sighed as he moved over, sitting in a chair in front of his own fireplace.
Vegeta relaxed, just gazing into the fire. He had won the battle at Bayonne, and he was fairly proud of himself. His eyes stayed on the flames crackling into the silence of the night, and then his eyes wandered to a folded piece of parchment. On the outside it had 'Prince Vegeta of England'...in blue ink.
His curiosity got the best of him as he opened the folded parchment, his eyes scanning over the elaborate writing style that he had seen before.
My Prince,
Oh, your Highness, I am quite a bit more than a fan. I always have been, my Prince. I am a woman, just a woman your Highness. I have power in my words, love in my heart and a soul full of emptiness. My intent of writing you this is that I have a high interest in you, my Prince. I would love for you to find me, it would spruce up my dull and boring life here. But, it will be quite difficult. No one has ever been able to find me before...but not a prince has tried, for sure.
Here, in my home, I seem to be useless. I don't have any control of my own life, it doesn't seem like anyone cares. I am to be married soon, and it's ripping me apart, just reminding myself that I have absolutely no control over my life. I am only a tool for my Father to gain more power, even though it seems he has none.
Oh, and by the way, I never have seen you with my own eyes. But, from the accounts that I hear from my friends, you're quite the handsome one.
Yours in Grace,
The Blue Maiden
Vegeta just sat in his chair, reading it again and again. What did she mean that she was more than a fan? What does that mean? He sighed and then moved to his desk, placing it in the bottom drawer on top of the last letter he had received from 'The Blue Maiden'. He couldn't help himself, he sat down and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He dabbed it in the ink, and began to write:
My Lady,
He just sat there, not knowing what to say. He got up from his desk, and moved to sit on his bed. He did, and began to slowly take off his robes. He sighed, just thinking as he moved under the covers of his bed. He dreamed of what the blue maiden would look like that night, and he had a very pleasant night sleep.
.:.
Author's Note: That's all I'm gonna have for now. Review, and when I get 25 reviews, I'll post the 9th chapter. Thanks you guys for the reviews btw! I really appreciate the support that I get from you guys. Without you, I probably wouldn't be continuing this fic as much as I have. Thanks again! =D Oh, and I'm sorry if this chapter's a little bad. This is a transition chapter, trust me, it gets better! ^^ Review!!!
Author's Note: This chapter's a transition chapter, so I'm sorry if it's kinda bad, or short, or something. And I'd like to say thanks to my reviewers:
Thanks to:
Shigasu (my IDOL reviewed my fic! ^_^)
mystic
Tenshi Kanashii
Iz-Haru viKesh
Dan-Chan (but I doubt I'll be doing a Brave-Heart spin off. Lol)
Chapter 8: Politics
Vegeta just sat on his throne, looking over the table of diplomats and noblemen of the kingdom that was his father's and his. It was quite revolting, all of them talking about how much land they had and trying to figure out how they could keep a small revolt in Scotland under control. Vegeta rolled his eyes and slumped in his throne a little bit more.
"Well, we have currently a small and secret army in Stirling, and that could be very helpful if any of us would like to get any new lands for you, my king. I hope that this pleases you." Robert the Bruce stated as he bowed respectively, his eyes going to the floor and waiting for a response from his King.
"Yes, Robert. You are the Earl of Bruce, and that would please me if you always had an army stationed there with only allegiance to myself. Now, we wouldn't want any revolts, now would we?" The old king asked, his eyebrow raised and almost glaring at the young Earl.
"Of course not, Your Majesty. Never!" Robert said in a hurried rush, breathing quickly as his Father dismissed him out of the throne room. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Politics..." he mumbled to himself, starting to get a headache.
The old King looked at his Father next to him, and he smiled a very forced and somewhat evil looking smile. The eyes are what really got the point across, they were cold as ice and staring directly into the pools of darkness of his own. His Father wanted him to pay attention, and he snapped his head up and then straightened his back.
"Well, gentlemen, as you all probably know by now, Vegeta is betrothed to Bulma of Castile, and we all know how much that area of land means to the Island. She could be very helpful to my son when he succeeds me in the throne." He glared over at Vegeta, who was paying an unusual amount of attention to his father. But this was for his own selfish reasons, he really didn't know anything about Bulma of Castile.
"She has political influence and respect of the common people in Spain, and we could keep our diplomatic power there. It would be the very best interest in the whole country if we made sure the two are wed as soon as possible." Henry the III stated to his counsel of subjects, watching them all nod in approval. Not agreeing with the King on something was suicide.
"Yes, Your Majesty. That is an excellent idea." The Count of Taillebourg said, smiling fakely up at his Lord. A man in dark robes appeared in front of the throne, bowing his head low and signifying homage with his respectful tone. He held up a scroll and read loudly.
"Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that Arigan of Castile demands that if he is to hand his daughter to marry our Prince, he must have him for an inspection period in Castile. If the Prince lives up to his expectations, he will be knighted and they will wed in Winchester."
Vegeta looked at the servant, his eyes wide in surprise. Go to Castile? He'd never even left England! He had always wanted to, but his Father had never allowed him to. It was rather insane, but that was his father for you. The old King had a flash look of anger in his eyes, glaring at the servant and whispering coldly,
"Tell Arigan, I will NOT allow my son, the future King of my Country, to go into a ship for an 'inspection period'."
"But Your Majesty, we need the lands in Spain for their huge fortune! We could use Bulma of Castile in more ways than one, and we just need the political advantage!" A brave and somewhat stupid council man said.
"I will NOT allow it!" Henry the III said, standing up and his face beginning to get red.
"But sir, I could go with the Prince to Castile, I am his uncle after all! I could make sure that everything went well and there would be nothing wrong. It couldn't be such a bad thing, could it Your Majesty?"said Richard of Cornwall, his Mother's brother.
"Alright...but would they allow it?" The King's eyes went back on the servants, and the servant nodded, keeping his silence and his distance from the infuriated King. He had been known to loose his temper at anything that seemed to be standing up in front of his authority.
"Alright, I will permit it, but only with Richard as his personal assistant and advisor. I am trusting the life of your future King in your hands, Richard." His eyes wandered back to his Brother-in-law.
Vegeta grumbled quietly to himself, it was like his life wasn't even his until he became King. He was just a pawn in a chest game surrounded by more powerful men, but ultimately the most important player.
His father cleared his throat, and then spoke again. "You and Vegeta will be leaving in 3 weeks, so I suggest you begin to pack while the Queen makes preperations for your departure." His eyes closed in on his helpless son, glaring at him.
"Yes, Sir." Vegeta said slowly, getting up from his throne and going back to his chambers. The "meeting" was basically over, so he wasn't in trouble for anything, he hoped. He walked down the corridor, opening up his grand oak door and walking inside. He sighed as he moved over, sitting in a chair in front of his own fireplace.
Vegeta relaxed, just gazing into the fire. He had won the battle at Bayonne, and he was fairly proud of himself. His eyes stayed on the flames crackling into the silence of the night, and then his eyes wandered to a folded piece of parchment. On the outside it had 'Prince Vegeta of England'...in blue ink.
His curiosity got the best of him as he opened the folded parchment, his eyes scanning over the elaborate writing style that he had seen before.
My Prince,
Oh, your Highness, I am quite a bit more than a fan. I always have been, my Prince. I am a woman, just a woman your Highness. I have power in my words, love in my heart and a soul full of emptiness. My intent of writing you this is that I have a high interest in you, my Prince. I would love for you to find me, it would spruce up my dull and boring life here. But, it will be quite difficult. No one has ever been able to find me before...but not a prince has tried, for sure.
Here, in my home, I seem to be useless. I don't have any control of my own life, it doesn't seem like anyone cares. I am to be married soon, and it's ripping me apart, just reminding myself that I have absolutely no control over my life. I am only a tool for my Father to gain more power, even though it seems he has none.
Oh, and by the way, I never have seen you with my own eyes. But, from the accounts that I hear from my friends, you're quite the handsome one.
Yours in Grace,
The Blue Maiden
Vegeta just sat in his chair, reading it again and again. What did she mean that she was more than a fan? What does that mean? He sighed and then moved to his desk, placing it in the bottom drawer on top of the last letter he had received from 'The Blue Maiden'. He couldn't help himself, he sat down and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He dabbed it in the ink, and began to write:
My Lady,
He just sat there, not knowing what to say. He got up from his desk, and moved to sit on his bed. He did, and began to slowly take off his robes. He sighed, just thinking as he moved under the covers of his bed. He dreamed of what the blue maiden would look like that night, and he had a very pleasant night sleep.
.:.
Author's Note: That's all I'm gonna have for now. Review, and when I get 25 reviews, I'll post the 9th chapter. Thanks you guys for the reviews btw! I really appreciate the support that I get from you guys. Without you, I probably wouldn't be continuing this fic as much as I have. Thanks again! =D Oh, and I'm sorry if this chapter's a little bad. This is a transition chapter, trust me, it gets better! ^^ Review!!!