A.N I am soo sorry it took me so long to update! Forgive me!!!!!
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Chapter 17
A twenty-two year old Kalasin had just stabled her mare and was now relaxing with a glass of apple juice outside the stable. She didn't care if she were the oldest daughter of the king, which she was, she would still sit in the grass outside a horse stable if she wanted to.
She was staying at Dunlath. Dear Lady Maura had invited her for part of the summer, to which Kalasin was grateful. She had spent the last few weeks here and felt extremely at peace. The world of the court and court gossip were nearly non-existant out here. It was calm and it eased her soul.
A small boy stepped in front of her view to the forest.
"Yes?" she asked politely.
"A letter, Princess, from the palace," the boy stuttered, handing her the letter.
She took it from his hands and slowly opened it. "Thank you," she said softly, and began to read the letter.
It spoke of her younger brother's wedding. He was getting married! To who? Kalasin thought. She read on. To Lady Alianne of Pirate's Swoop! The little blond girl who had for so long tagged along with Kalasin when they were younger. The little blond girl called Ali by most, daughter of Alanna the Lioness. Kalasin smiled, remembering how different little Ali was from her mother. Little? she asked herself. Not little anymore if she's getting married. That's for sure.
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Thom shoved old papers off his desk, making room for some more books that he had just recently discovered in the library. He picked up a few other papers and discovered a small envelope with gold lettering on it.
He was curious. Looking at the other side of the envelope, he discovered the seal of the royal family of Tortall. Now what? he thought. He hoped they didn't want him to go be a missionary some place as they had before.
Thom opened the letter within the envelope. It was an invitation to a royal wedding, between Prince Liam and Lady Alianne...What!? he thought. His sister? Little, blond, often ditzy, no-regard-for-the-rules sister of his? He shook his head in disbelief. The royal family was more insane that he had originally thought.
But, alas, he had to go. His parents would never forgive him if he did not attend. He scribbled a reply and walked from his room to find a messenger boy.
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Alan stepped into the study of his knight master, Sir Douglass of Veldine. He was just returning from washing the knight's mare down and feeding her. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Ah, Alan," Douglass said, standing up. "I have a letter for you. Regarding your sister, if I am correct." The knight handed him the letter.
Oh no, Alan thought. What'd she do now? He accepted the letter. With trembling hands, he slowly opened the letter. It was, well, something that he was not expecting. It was an invitation to her wedding. Her upcoming marriage to Prince Liam. This shocked Alan beyond belief. He knew his twin was pretty. She was, after all, his twin. But, he had never in his wildest dreams thought she would marry one of the princes. Of course, this was not the crown prince, but a prince just the same.
"Ali's getting married," he said softly.
Douglass smiled. "Amazing," he said happily. "No one directly related to your mother can resist a Conte."
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Chapter 17
A twenty-two year old Kalasin had just stabled her mare and was now relaxing with a glass of apple juice outside the stable. She didn't care if she were the oldest daughter of the king, which she was, she would still sit in the grass outside a horse stable if she wanted to.
She was staying at Dunlath. Dear Lady Maura had invited her for part of the summer, to which Kalasin was grateful. She had spent the last few weeks here and felt extremely at peace. The world of the court and court gossip were nearly non-existant out here. It was calm and it eased her soul.
A small boy stepped in front of her view to the forest.
"Yes?" she asked politely.
"A letter, Princess, from the palace," the boy stuttered, handing her the letter.
She took it from his hands and slowly opened it. "Thank you," she said softly, and began to read the letter.
It spoke of her younger brother's wedding. He was getting married! To who? Kalasin thought. She read on. To Lady Alianne of Pirate's Swoop! The little blond girl who had for so long tagged along with Kalasin when they were younger. The little blond girl called Ali by most, daughter of Alanna the Lioness. Kalasin smiled, remembering how different little Ali was from her mother. Little? she asked herself. Not little anymore if she's getting married. That's for sure.
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Thom shoved old papers off his desk, making room for some more books that he had just recently discovered in the library. He picked up a few other papers and discovered a small envelope with gold lettering on it.
He was curious. Looking at the other side of the envelope, he discovered the seal of the royal family of Tortall. Now what? he thought. He hoped they didn't want him to go be a missionary some place as they had before.
Thom opened the letter within the envelope. It was an invitation to a royal wedding, between Prince Liam and Lady Alianne...What!? he thought. His sister? Little, blond, often ditzy, no-regard-for-the-rules sister of his? He shook his head in disbelief. The royal family was more insane that he had originally thought.
But, alas, he had to go. His parents would never forgive him if he did not attend. He scribbled a reply and walked from his room to find a messenger boy.
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Alan stepped into the study of his knight master, Sir Douglass of Veldine. He was just returning from washing the knight's mare down and feeding her. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Ah, Alan," Douglass said, standing up. "I have a letter for you. Regarding your sister, if I am correct." The knight handed him the letter.
Oh no, Alan thought. What'd she do now? He accepted the letter. With trembling hands, he slowly opened the letter. It was, well, something that he was not expecting. It was an invitation to her wedding. Her upcoming marriage to Prince Liam. This shocked Alan beyond belief. He knew his twin was pretty. She was, after all, his twin. But, he had never in his wildest dreams thought she would marry one of the princes. Of course, this was not the crown prince, but a prince just the same.
"Ali's getting married," he said softly.
Douglass smiled. "Amazing," he said happily. "No one directly related to your mother can resist a Conte."