Prophecy Fulfilled:The Six
1/2- Jonathan of Contè V and Leigh of Masbolle
Disclaimer:
I own Jonathan and Leigh. As more characters come, I'll let you know who else I own. Please R/R- I'd really appreciate it!
The palace was brightly lit, and the music played festively from the ballroom. It was packed full of people, nobles of all sorts, knights, and a beautiful arrangement of lovely girls who had come to the palace in search of husbands. King Liam II sat in the front of the room with his queen, Ariella, formerly a princess of Carthak before coming to Tortall to marry Liam. The king had coal black hair and sapphire blue eyes that were the trademark of his family's line. Ariella had an ivory complexion with the same coal black hair as Liam. Her deep, coffee colored eyes weren't as brilliantly colored as Liam's, but they were equally noble, stubborn, and caring. The royal monarchs looked out into the crowds, watching the subjects of his kingdom as they danced gaily in circles.
Outside of the noisy ballroom, a young knight sat on the balcony with his squire. She was a strong, determined girl of fifteen with stringy brown hair cut up to her ears, and crystal blue eyes. She was one of the few girls who vied for the title of lady knight, and she had proved herself to be a wonderful fighter. Her skills bested those of all of the other squires her age, and she was a trained mage as well. Her Gift was orange, and it was used for just about any way thinkable- as long as it wasn't healing. The girl's only fear was of healing, and healers, for as a child she had nearly died because of a healer's mistake.
Her knight master was a very handsome young man of nineteen. He had coal black hair and sapphire blue eyes that matched those of his father, the king. Jonathan of Contè V was the oldest of four children, making him the heir to the throne of Tortall. Jonathan tried to avoid thinking about his duty- his father was still a relatively young man, he supposed, and he was very healthy. The prince was sure that it would be a long time before he would be required to take on the role of king. Jonathan had more important matters in mind, like being the best knight that he was capable of being, training his squire, Leigh of Masbolle, to be just as good, and of course training his Gift. If there was one thing that he admired about his great-great grandfather, Jonathan IV, it was that he was fully trained to use all of his powers, and he wasn't afraid of his magic. Jonathan V was often told that he was just like the Jonathan before him, and that he even looked more like him than any of the other Contè's did. Jonathan had seen pictures, and he found that he agreed with these statements. The prince was a very strong man, and a wonderful knight. He had been called one of the best knights to be seen in the realm of Tortall for ages- his greatness had been compared to the greatnesses of Alanna of Trebond, the Lioness, and Keladry of Mindelan, among others. Jonathan knew that his squire very much respected these two woman, particularly Keladry of Mindelan- her great-grandmother. Jonathan pushed all this out of his mind, though, and turned to his squire.
"Social events- they're all the same. Boring," he muttered, and Leigh looked at him.
"You just don't enjoy them because you hate being surrounded by all of the ladies at Court," Leigh said, and shook her head. Jonathan and Leigh were friends, even though most people thought it was wrong that the prince had taken on a girl as his squire. Jonathan really respected and liked Leigh- she was a loyal friend, and a hard worker. She was just as good as all the boys, and twice as dedicated.
"They only surround me because I'm the crown prince and they want to be queen. I wish that just one of them were sincere and not after the throne," Jonathan muttered to Leigh.
"There must be at least one that likes you for who you are, Jon- they're not all as bad as you think. All girls aren't like that. I'm not," Leigh said. Jonathan gave his squire an odd look.
"I know you're not like that- but you're not the same. You're my squire, for Mithros sake, Leigh. You're my friend. You don't want the same things from me that they do. You don't want me to fall in love with you, or marry you- you have no interest in being queen, or in me. All you want is to be taught how to be a better swordsman, or archer, and you just want a friend. All the girl's in there................." Jonathan said. Leigh couldn't help but laugh at Jonathan- he was stubborn, and ignorant beyond belief. He was blind to the things that were right in front of his eyes. Of course, if Jon couldn't figure it out, Leigh wasn't about to tell him. There was nothing in the world that would convince Leigh of Masbolle to admit to her knightmaster that she was in love with him.
"If you gave them a chance, instead of hiding out on the balcony all the time, you might find one that likes you because you're you, and not because you're the prince. And who knows, you might like her, too. You have to find a queen sometime, Jon- and I'm sure your parents would appreciate it if you married one of those girls in there," Leigh pointed out, silently thinking to herself that she didn't mind him hiding out on the balcony instead of dancing with beautiful ladies.
"My parents promised to me that I could find someone to love in my own time. They swore they would never force me to marry someone that I didn't care about- although their marriage was arranged, and so was my great-grandfather Roald's, and those both worked out fine. I just- I just know that there's someone out there who's right for me. I just haven't found her yet," Jon said. Leigh shook her head and sighed. He certainly was stubborn. She wished there was something she could do or say to change his mind, but it wasn't worth it. A silence sat over the two of them for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Leigh was desperately hoping that perhaps Jonathan cared about her the same way that she cared for him, and Jonathan was actually considering going back in to the ball and giving some of the ladies in there a chance as Leigh had suggested. He changed his mind and broke the silence.
"I'm bored- let's get out of here, Masbolle. Unless you want to stay," Jon said. Leigh looked at him.
"And what are we supposed to do? Everyone's at the ball, and everything's all closed up for the night!" Leigh protested.
"Stay if you want. I'm leaving. Nothing to keep me here- I don't want to spend time with any of the court ladies, and all of my only good girl friend is out with the Riders at the moment. What'd you say to a duel?" he asked.
"Contè, you've lost it. Your parents'll have your head if you just blow off the ball," the squire argued.
"You just know you'll lose," Jon said.
"I know no such thing. You've got yourself a duel, your Highness," Leigh muttered, and she trudged after the prince in the direction of the practice courts. The hallways were dark, and neither could see anything. Both concentrated for a moment, and soon they were surrounded by the light of their Gift. Leigh was cast in an orange glow, and Jon was lit from head to toe with the same sapphire blue as his eyes. They reached the practice courts, and drew their practice swords.
"On guard," Jon whispered, and the duel began.
1/2- Jonathan of Contè V and Leigh of Masbolle
Disclaimer:
I own Jonathan and Leigh. As more characters come, I'll let you know who else I own. Please R/R- I'd really appreciate it!
The palace was brightly lit, and the music played festively from the ballroom. It was packed full of people, nobles of all sorts, knights, and a beautiful arrangement of lovely girls who had come to the palace in search of husbands. King Liam II sat in the front of the room with his queen, Ariella, formerly a princess of Carthak before coming to Tortall to marry Liam. The king had coal black hair and sapphire blue eyes that were the trademark of his family's line. Ariella had an ivory complexion with the same coal black hair as Liam. Her deep, coffee colored eyes weren't as brilliantly colored as Liam's, but they were equally noble, stubborn, and caring. The royal monarchs looked out into the crowds, watching the subjects of his kingdom as they danced gaily in circles.
Outside of the noisy ballroom, a young knight sat on the balcony with his squire. She was a strong, determined girl of fifteen with stringy brown hair cut up to her ears, and crystal blue eyes. She was one of the few girls who vied for the title of lady knight, and she had proved herself to be a wonderful fighter. Her skills bested those of all of the other squires her age, and she was a trained mage as well. Her Gift was orange, and it was used for just about any way thinkable- as long as it wasn't healing. The girl's only fear was of healing, and healers, for as a child she had nearly died because of a healer's mistake.
Her knight master was a very handsome young man of nineteen. He had coal black hair and sapphire blue eyes that matched those of his father, the king. Jonathan of Contè V was the oldest of four children, making him the heir to the throne of Tortall. Jonathan tried to avoid thinking about his duty- his father was still a relatively young man, he supposed, and he was very healthy. The prince was sure that it would be a long time before he would be required to take on the role of king. Jonathan had more important matters in mind, like being the best knight that he was capable of being, training his squire, Leigh of Masbolle, to be just as good, and of course training his Gift. If there was one thing that he admired about his great-great grandfather, Jonathan IV, it was that he was fully trained to use all of his powers, and he wasn't afraid of his magic. Jonathan V was often told that he was just like the Jonathan before him, and that he even looked more like him than any of the other Contè's did. Jonathan had seen pictures, and he found that he agreed with these statements. The prince was a very strong man, and a wonderful knight. He had been called one of the best knights to be seen in the realm of Tortall for ages- his greatness had been compared to the greatnesses of Alanna of Trebond, the Lioness, and Keladry of Mindelan, among others. Jonathan knew that his squire very much respected these two woman, particularly Keladry of Mindelan- her great-grandmother. Jonathan pushed all this out of his mind, though, and turned to his squire.
"Social events- they're all the same. Boring," he muttered, and Leigh looked at him.
"You just don't enjoy them because you hate being surrounded by all of the ladies at Court," Leigh said, and shook her head. Jonathan and Leigh were friends, even though most people thought it was wrong that the prince had taken on a girl as his squire. Jonathan really respected and liked Leigh- she was a loyal friend, and a hard worker. She was just as good as all the boys, and twice as dedicated.
"They only surround me because I'm the crown prince and they want to be queen. I wish that just one of them were sincere and not after the throne," Jonathan muttered to Leigh.
"There must be at least one that likes you for who you are, Jon- they're not all as bad as you think. All girls aren't like that. I'm not," Leigh said. Jonathan gave his squire an odd look.
"I know you're not like that- but you're not the same. You're my squire, for Mithros sake, Leigh. You're my friend. You don't want the same things from me that they do. You don't want me to fall in love with you, or marry you- you have no interest in being queen, or in me. All you want is to be taught how to be a better swordsman, or archer, and you just want a friend. All the girl's in there................." Jonathan said. Leigh couldn't help but laugh at Jonathan- he was stubborn, and ignorant beyond belief. He was blind to the things that were right in front of his eyes. Of course, if Jon couldn't figure it out, Leigh wasn't about to tell him. There was nothing in the world that would convince Leigh of Masbolle to admit to her knightmaster that she was in love with him.
"If you gave them a chance, instead of hiding out on the balcony all the time, you might find one that likes you because you're you, and not because you're the prince. And who knows, you might like her, too. You have to find a queen sometime, Jon- and I'm sure your parents would appreciate it if you married one of those girls in there," Leigh pointed out, silently thinking to herself that she didn't mind him hiding out on the balcony instead of dancing with beautiful ladies.
"My parents promised to me that I could find someone to love in my own time. They swore they would never force me to marry someone that I didn't care about- although their marriage was arranged, and so was my great-grandfather Roald's, and those both worked out fine. I just- I just know that there's someone out there who's right for me. I just haven't found her yet," Jon said. Leigh shook her head and sighed. He certainly was stubborn. She wished there was something she could do or say to change his mind, but it wasn't worth it. A silence sat over the two of them for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Leigh was desperately hoping that perhaps Jonathan cared about her the same way that she cared for him, and Jonathan was actually considering going back in to the ball and giving some of the ladies in there a chance as Leigh had suggested. He changed his mind and broke the silence.
"I'm bored- let's get out of here, Masbolle. Unless you want to stay," Jon said. Leigh looked at him.
"And what are we supposed to do? Everyone's at the ball, and everything's all closed up for the night!" Leigh protested.
"Stay if you want. I'm leaving. Nothing to keep me here- I don't want to spend time with any of the court ladies, and all of my only good girl friend is out with the Riders at the moment. What'd you say to a duel?" he asked.
"Contè, you've lost it. Your parents'll have your head if you just blow off the ball," the squire argued.
"You just know you'll lose," Jon said.
"I know no such thing. You've got yourself a duel, your Highness," Leigh muttered, and she trudged after the prince in the direction of the practice courts. The hallways were dark, and neither could see anything. Both concentrated for a moment, and soon they were surrounded by the light of their Gift. Leigh was cast in an orange glow, and Jon was lit from head to toe with the same sapphire blue as his eyes. They reached the practice courts, and drew their practice swords.
"On guard," Jon whispered, and the duel began.