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Chapter 7:
Jonathan couldn't believe his eyes. It was that wench girl again. She looked just as he thought and if that was possible, even more beautiful. She on the other hand didn't seem too happy to see him.
"I guess I owe you my thanks," she grouchily admitted, sticking out her hands gamely.
He smiled and shook her hand. "Consider it accepted, I'm Jonathan."
Liza's eyes widened even more when she saw how attractive he could be when he smiled. She had almost forgotten how good-looking he saw. Just almost. When she saw him looking at her inquiringly, she blushed and responded, "Liza." They then stood gazing at each other stupidly for a few seconds until someone discreetly cleared his throat. Liza blushed, dropped his hand like a hot potato and mumbled an excuse to get away.
Liza practically flew back to hiding in the kitchen, her mind replaying what had happened. She couldn't believe how silly she must seem to him, blushing like a simpering lovesick girl. She groaned, putting her head in her hands. Never, she swore, would she ever go near that guy again, despite her mind traitorously going over the scene of his smile.
After Liza made her escape, Jonathan couldn't tear his eyes away from the kitchen. He silently willed her to come out so he could drown himself at the sight of her.
"That's it. The answer to your prayers." Jeremy who sat at his side, smiled knowingly.
"And that would be?" Jonathan asked, his mind half on the conversation.
"Don't act dumb, pal. The girl. The answer to your dreams," Jeremy spelled it out.
"Don't be daft. I couldn't possibly marry a commoner. Father would have a heart attack." Jon said wistfully.
"Yeah, but she sure is a sight for sore eyes," Jeremy agreed, although his eyes were already roving about the tavern.
"You are impossible man," Jon shook his head, playfully smacking his friend on the back.
"You can get back first. I'll go check the kitchen and catch up later." Jon suggested, already making his way to the kitchen. He opened the door and spotted Liza sitting down with her head in her hands. Jon savoured the sight of her for a moment before tapping her shoulder. She sat up and glanced warily at him through her long eye lashes which he thought, added to her attractiveness.
"What do you want?" she asked brusquely.
"Well, just thought to return to you a little something," he answered mockingly.
Liza's eyes narrowed with suspicion. What was he up to? She gasped when her heart-shaped necklace dangled from his fingers.
"Give it to me," Liza demanded fiercely as she stood up.
"Hmmm.not when you're rude and not at all thankful."
"And I mean now!"
"You know.this necklace is really appealing to me," Jon said, enjoying seeing Liza getting so agitated.
"Oh.you are the death of me. I want my necklace back right now." With that, Liza pounced onto him, making a wild grab for her necklace. Almost immediately, she lost her balance and fell onto Jonathan, who in turn fell to the ground with an arm wrapped protectively around her. They laid like that looking at each other, each intensely aware of their closeness. All thought of arguing had fled from their minds. All Jonathan wanted was to touch those impossibly beautiful lips of hers and Liza yearned to run her fingers through his hair.
The boisterous atmosphere from outside disturbed them and they scrambled to their feet, both thoroughly embarrassed.
"Here's your necklace," Jonathan said abruptly, pushing the necklace at her.
Liza grabbed it and inspected it closely, mumbling her thanks.
"You sure treasure it a lot and probably the giver too," Jon remarked.
"Well, he spent a lot on it for me." Liza answered absent-mindedly.
The use of the word "he" shook Jonathan and he felt a stab of jealousy towards the mysterious guy.
"Let's hope he treasures you that much," he replied and left the kitchen.
Liza frowned. What was that supposed to mean? She turned around but he had already left.
Jonathan strode out angrily into the night. The girl was probably betrothed, for all he know. Who cares if she's engaged to another. There are loads more girls in Tora. Moreover, he's a prince, free to choose any girl he wants. But he didn't want them, a little voice in his head argued back. He wanted Liza. He swore. He wanted her but he couldn't have her.
He stormed into the palace and downed down a bottle of liquor, trying to make himself forget. Jeremy was shocked to see him behave like that. He wrenched the bottle out of Jon's hands and slapped him soundly.
"Come to your senses man," Jeremy shouted angrily. "It's not worth getting drunk over a girl. A commoner."
"Don't you dare call her that." Jon spat out, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Jeremy sighed. "Get a good night's sleep and things will turn out fine."
Jonathan resisted. "I want my liquor," he protested, words slurred.
Jeremy grinned, "It's a good thing I haven't taught you to hold your liquor." He supported Jon's weight and half carried him to his bedroom. When Jonathan fell to bed, he started to sleep soundly. Jeremy could distinctly make out the words, "Oh my sweet fiery Liza." He sighed and shook his head, "You've got it bad, man."
Chapter 7:
Jonathan couldn't believe his eyes. It was that wench girl again. She looked just as he thought and if that was possible, even more beautiful. She on the other hand didn't seem too happy to see him.
"I guess I owe you my thanks," she grouchily admitted, sticking out her hands gamely.
He smiled and shook her hand. "Consider it accepted, I'm Jonathan."
Liza's eyes widened even more when she saw how attractive he could be when he smiled. She had almost forgotten how good-looking he saw. Just almost. When she saw him looking at her inquiringly, she blushed and responded, "Liza." They then stood gazing at each other stupidly for a few seconds until someone discreetly cleared his throat. Liza blushed, dropped his hand like a hot potato and mumbled an excuse to get away.
Liza practically flew back to hiding in the kitchen, her mind replaying what had happened. She couldn't believe how silly she must seem to him, blushing like a simpering lovesick girl. She groaned, putting her head in her hands. Never, she swore, would she ever go near that guy again, despite her mind traitorously going over the scene of his smile.
After Liza made her escape, Jonathan couldn't tear his eyes away from the kitchen. He silently willed her to come out so he could drown himself at the sight of her.
"That's it. The answer to your prayers." Jeremy who sat at his side, smiled knowingly.
"And that would be?" Jonathan asked, his mind half on the conversation.
"Don't act dumb, pal. The girl. The answer to your dreams," Jeremy spelled it out.
"Don't be daft. I couldn't possibly marry a commoner. Father would have a heart attack." Jon said wistfully.
"Yeah, but she sure is a sight for sore eyes," Jeremy agreed, although his eyes were already roving about the tavern.
"You are impossible man," Jon shook his head, playfully smacking his friend on the back.
"You can get back first. I'll go check the kitchen and catch up later." Jon suggested, already making his way to the kitchen. He opened the door and spotted Liza sitting down with her head in her hands. Jon savoured the sight of her for a moment before tapping her shoulder. She sat up and glanced warily at him through her long eye lashes which he thought, added to her attractiveness.
"What do you want?" she asked brusquely.
"Well, just thought to return to you a little something," he answered mockingly.
Liza's eyes narrowed with suspicion. What was he up to? She gasped when her heart-shaped necklace dangled from his fingers.
"Give it to me," Liza demanded fiercely as she stood up.
"Hmmm.not when you're rude and not at all thankful."
"And I mean now!"
"You know.this necklace is really appealing to me," Jon said, enjoying seeing Liza getting so agitated.
"Oh.you are the death of me. I want my necklace back right now." With that, Liza pounced onto him, making a wild grab for her necklace. Almost immediately, she lost her balance and fell onto Jonathan, who in turn fell to the ground with an arm wrapped protectively around her. They laid like that looking at each other, each intensely aware of their closeness. All thought of arguing had fled from their minds. All Jonathan wanted was to touch those impossibly beautiful lips of hers and Liza yearned to run her fingers through his hair.
The boisterous atmosphere from outside disturbed them and they scrambled to their feet, both thoroughly embarrassed.
"Here's your necklace," Jonathan said abruptly, pushing the necklace at her.
Liza grabbed it and inspected it closely, mumbling her thanks.
"You sure treasure it a lot and probably the giver too," Jon remarked.
"Well, he spent a lot on it for me." Liza answered absent-mindedly.
The use of the word "he" shook Jonathan and he felt a stab of jealousy towards the mysterious guy.
"Let's hope he treasures you that much," he replied and left the kitchen.
Liza frowned. What was that supposed to mean? She turned around but he had already left.
Jonathan strode out angrily into the night. The girl was probably betrothed, for all he know. Who cares if she's engaged to another. There are loads more girls in Tora. Moreover, he's a prince, free to choose any girl he wants. But he didn't want them, a little voice in his head argued back. He wanted Liza. He swore. He wanted her but he couldn't have her.
He stormed into the palace and downed down a bottle of liquor, trying to make himself forget. Jeremy was shocked to see him behave like that. He wrenched the bottle out of Jon's hands and slapped him soundly.
"Come to your senses man," Jeremy shouted angrily. "It's not worth getting drunk over a girl. A commoner."
"Don't you dare call her that." Jon spat out, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Jeremy sighed. "Get a good night's sleep and things will turn out fine."
Jonathan resisted. "I want my liquor," he protested, words slurred.
Jeremy grinned, "It's a good thing I haven't taught you to hold your liquor." He supported Jon's weight and half carried him to his bedroom. When Jonathan fell to bed, he started to sleep soundly. Jeremy could distinctly make out the words, "Oh my sweet fiery Liza." He sighed and shook his head, "You've got it bad, man."