AN: Hi! Just like I promised, here's another chapter for YOUR enjoyment,
so please, please, please review, ne? *sigh* Yes, I know. I broke my
promise. It's almost been 3 weeks since I last worked on this. I was too
busy with my CCS fic. Heheh
And on with the story....
Disclaimer: I still don't own Escaflowne and its respective characters.
Van sat in his throne, bored out of his mind. It was perfectly sunny outside, yet he was stuck inside listening to a bunch of who-knows-how-old delegates from kingdoms all over the country.
"King Van," said one advisor. He was a representative from Asturia. Van couldn't care less about what the advisor had to say. "King Van," the advisor started again.
"What!?" Van said, a little irritably.
The advisor looked taken aback, but held his ground. "King Van, we have an agreement, then?"
"What agreement?" Van concentrated his attention on a piece of fluff on the floor.
The advisor sighed inwardly with exasperation. "That you will find a bride to be your queen by your 18th birthday."
Van felt like growling. This had been the fourth meeting this week regarding this topic.
The old advisor looked over his glasses. "All the kings in this country feel the same as we do. It isn't proper to be unmarried so long. You need a heir!"
Van opened his mouth to contradict the advisor when a knock on the door interrupted him. Oh no. Van groaned. Not another advisor. "Come in," Van called
Allen Schezar stepped into the room. Van breathed out slowly. The advisors' wives all adored Allen and Allen just played along and pretended to like them. Van knew that Allen did like those kind old women that treated Allen like a grandson.
"Well, now. King Van." Allen said the word "King" as if he was mocking Van. "Am I interrupting something?"
The old advisor who had been speaking shook his head. "No, Allen. We are just about down here." The man looked at Van quite severely. "So we have reached agreement?"
Now Van was desperate for those advisors to get out of the meeting room. "Yes, yes of course. Now, if you please." Van swept his arm towards the door, and the men rose and left.
When the last man left, Van sighed to himself and slouched in his chair. He was seventeen, for goodness sake, and he was in a throne, bored to death.
"Well now Van," said Allen. He smirked at Van. "What a sight you are."
Van didn't speak. He stared, slightly regretful, out of the large windows that graced the room.
"Van?"
Van ignored Allen. If only she was here, thought Van. If only. She would have made all this kingly stuff more durable.
If only she was here..
And on with the story....
Disclaimer: I still don't own Escaflowne and its respective characters.
Van sat in his throne, bored out of his mind. It was perfectly sunny outside, yet he was stuck inside listening to a bunch of who-knows-how-old delegates from kingdoms all over the country.
"King Van," said one advisor. He was a representative from Asturia. Van couldn't care less about what the advisor had to say. "King Van," the advisor started again.
"What!?" Van said, a little irritably.
The advisor looked taken aback, but held his ground. "King Van, we have an agreement, then?"
"What agreement?" Van concentrated his attention on a piece of fluff on the floor.
The advisor sighed inwardly with exasperation. "That you will find a bride to be your queen by your 18th birthday."
Van felt like growling. This had been the fourth meeting this week regarding this topic.
The old advisor looked over his glasses. "All the kings in this country feel the same as we do. It isn't proper to be unmarried so long. You need a heir!"
Van opened his mouth to contradict the advisor when a knock on the door interrupted him. Oh no. Van groaned. Not another advisor. "Come in," Van called
Allen Schezar stepped into the room. Van breathed out slowly. The advisors' wives all adored Allen and Allen just played along and pretended to like them. Van knew that Allen did like those kind old women that treated Allen like a grandson.
"Well, now. King Van." Allen said the word "King" as if he was mocking Van. "Am I interrupting something?"
The old advisor who had been speaking shook his head. "No, Allen. We are just about down here." The man looked at Van quite severely. "So we have reached agreement?"
Now Van was desperate for those advisors to get out of the meeting room. "Yes, yes of course. Now, if you please." Van swept his arm towards the door, and the men rose and left.
When the last man left, Van sighed to himself and slouched in his chair. He was seventeen, for goodness sake, and he was in a throne, bored to death.
"Well now Van," said Allen. He smirked at Van. "What a sight you are."
Van didn't speak. He stared, slightly regretful, out of the large windows that graced the room.
"Van?"
Van ignored Allen. If only she was here, thought Van. If only. She would have made all this kingly stuff more durable.
If only she was here..