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Chapter 4:
Prince Jonathan Westley leaned languidly against the wall, watching the running figure get smaller till it could be seen no more. He really enjoyed arguing with that red-haired wrench. Oh, wouldn't she howl when she heard that, he smirked. Back in the palace, everyone dared not question his demands nor talk back to him. Well, except for his family and Jeremy Scott, his closest friend of the whole of Tora. But they didn't exactly count. He had known them all his life.
Jonathan yawned hugely and turned to leave. He had to look for Jeremy soon. He would probably be beside himself with agitation for getting separated in the rain, Jon thought wryly. A glittering object on the ground caught his eye. He bent down and saw that it was a heart-shaped necklace. Must have been the wrench's necklace, he thought. Did her family give it to her or did a beloved one give it to her? Jonathan felt a stab of jealously and was instantly disgusted by it.
"Who cares if the wench has a loved one, I don't." he declared to no one in particular, although not entirely sure that was how he felt. He could still clearly remember how beautiful she was with her red curls framing her tiny face with her eyes flaming with anger and lips upturned with annoyance.
"You don't care which wench has a loved one, Jon?" a bemused voice asked from the shadows.
"Jeremy, you rascal. How'd you find me?"
Jeremy shrugged, not bothering to elaborate. "So who's this lass? Someone interesting?"
Jon pointedly avoided the question and instead warned him about the broken glass on the ground.
"Whoa, fiery temper down there. So you're not talking huh? Fine," Jeremy replied. "But don't keep me waiting," he grinned and winked his eye.
Jon exasperated, turned to walk back home, ignoring Jeremy's laughter. After changing out of his commoners' clothes, he drifted off to sleep with the image of the girl floating in his mind.
Jonathan woke up to the sound of someone banging on his door. He yawned and mumbled, "Leave me alone."
"It's fitting time. New suits to please the ladies." Jeremy's annoyingly cheerful voice rang.
Jon groaned, "All the more reason to stay in bed."
A loud crash brought Jonathan to his feet and he watched in amazement as Jeremy flew through half the room before landing unceremoniously on the floor. He winced. "The lengths I go to for you, bud."
Jon grinned widely and resisted the urge to laugh.
"Anyway, the tailors are all here. Just get a quick breakfast and go to the drawing room," Jeremy instructed.
During the fitting session, Jonathan struggled to act like the gentleman, the way he was brought up to be. He could scream in agony if his father made him go through this again. To him, if you've seen one suit, you've seen them all. He didn't understand the need to own so many of them. When the whole thing was finally over, he was just short of jumping with joy. He made his way to the stables, saddled his horse and rode along the vast meadows. Savouring the calm around him and the wind against his face.
Jon rode up the hill top and stopped. He sat down on the hill which overlooked the city of Tora and its lake. Before long, he heard the galloping of a horse and knew at once that it was Jeremy. Jeremy slid off his horse and joined Jon. After minutes of silence, he asked, "Why so moody, Jon?"
"Lots of things on my mind. What with practically daily parties and the ladies I've got to entertain." Jon trailed off.
"Come on, spill if you've got a problem."
"The problem is I've none."
"Spill!"
"There's nothing," Jon said firmly and resolutely looked away.
Jeremy stared at him and soon comprehension dawned on him. The look on Jon's face resembled something like. "You're in love, man!"
"WHAT?"
Prince Jonathan Westley leaned languidly against the wall, watching the running figure get smaller till it could be seen no more. He really enjoyed arguing with that red-haired wrench. Oh, wouldn't she howl when she heard that, he smirked. Back in the palace, everyone dared not question his demands nor talk back to him. Well, except for his family and Jeremy Scott, his closest friend of the whole of Tora. But they didn't exactly count. He had known them all his life.
Jonathan yawned hugely and turned to leave. He had to look for Jeremy soon. He would probably be beside himself with agitation for getting separated in the rain, Jon thought wryly. A glittering object on the ground caught his eye. He bent down and saw that it was a heart-shaped necklace. Must have been the wrench's necklace, he thought. Did her family give it to her or did a beloved one give it to her? Jonathan felt a stab of jealously and was instantly disgusted by it.
"Who cares if the wench has a loved one, I don't." he declared to no one in particular, although not entirely sure that was how he felt. He could still clearly remember how beautiful she was with her red curls framing her tiny face with her eyes flaming with anger and lips upturned with annoyance.
"You don't care which wench has a loved one, Jon?" a bemused voice asked from the shadows.
"Jeremy, you rascal. How'd you find me?"
Jeremy shrugged, not bothering to elaborate. "So who's this lass? Someone interesting?"
Jon pointedly avoided the question and instead warned him about the broken glass on the ground.
"Whoa, fiery temper down there. So you're not talking huh? Fine," Jeremy replied. "But don't keep me waiting," he grinned and winked his eye.
Jon exasperated, turned to walk back home, ignoring Jeremy's laughter. After changing out of his commoners' clothes, he drifted off to sleep with the image of the girl floating in his mind.
Jonathan woke up to the sound of someone banging on his door. He yawned and mumbled, "Leave me alone."
"It's fitting time. New suits to please the ladies." Jeremy's annoyingly cheerful voice rang.
Jon groaned, "All the more reason to stay in bed."
A loud crash brought Jonathan to his feet and he watched in amazement as Jeremy flew through half the room before landing unceremoniously on the floor. He winced. "The lengths I go to for you, bud."
Jon grinned widely and resisted the urge to laugh.
"Anyway, the tailors are all here. Just get a quick breakfast and go to the drawing room," Jeremy instructed.
During the fitting session, Jonathan struggled to act like the gentleman, the way he was brought up to be. He could scream in agony if his father made him go through this again. To him, if you've seen one suit, you've seen them all. He didn't understand the need to own so many of them. When the whole thing was finally over, he was just short of jumping with joy. He made his way to the stables, saddled his horse and rode along the vast meadows. Savouring the calm around him and the wind against his face.
Jon rode up the hill top and stopped. He sat down on the hill which overlooked the city of Tora and its lake. Before long, he heard the galloping of a horse and knew at once that it was Jeremy. Jeremy slid off his horse and joined Jon. After minutes of silence, he asked, "Why so moody, Jon?"
"Lots of things on my mind. What with practically daily parties and the ladies I've got to entertain." Jon trailed off.
"Come on, spill if you've got a problem."
"The problem is I've none."
"Spill!"
"There's nothing," Jon said firmly and resolutely looked away.
Jeremy stared at him and soon comprehension dawned on him. The look on Jon's face resembled something like. "You're in love, man!"
"WHAT?"