Chapter 12- The Breakfast of Impending Doom
The next morning Nanya woke up feeling extremely giddy, that was until she remembered who she was to have breakfast with that is.
"Good God why do I have to do this, why, why, why, why?" she asked herself, gently banging her head against the wall.
"What's up?" asked Naku, still half asleep.
"Breakfast with his Imperial Highness," answered Naki as he went up to nuzzle Nanya's leg. She gave a small smile and picked up the small immortal.
"I prefer to call it the breakfast of impending doom," replied Nanya, stroking Naki preoccupied.
"It's early, and I wanna sleep, so can you go bang your head somewhere else?" asked Naku grumpily.
Nanya stuck her tongue at the Flamer and carried Naku into the common room. The only other person was Numair. He smiled at her, and for some strange reason, she felt herself blushing.
"Morning beautiful," he said cheerfully, patting the couch beside him.
"What time is it?" she asked him.
"About six thirty in the morning," replied Numair as Nanya sat down, at the other end of the couch. He frowned slightly. "Nanya- if you are reconsidering-"
She smiled at him, shaking her head.
"I've never felt like this before is all," she said, sliding so that she was next to the mage. "I'm not reconsidering anything. except agreeing to have breakfast with Ozorne."
Numair stroked her cheek gently.
"It won't be too bad, just be careful about what you tell him," he leaned in and kissed her. They continued to kiss for about five minutes when there was a cough from one of the door ways.
It was Alanna and Ash, both were looking amused.
"Yes Ashley?" said Nanya sweetly. Ash grimaced, like Rocky, she disliked her full name.
"I didn't think that it could be true," said Ash, speaking to Alanna, but clearly meaning it for Nanya and Numair.
"I didn't believe it when you and Dante told me either, but I guess it is true! Our mage has fallen in love with your best friend," replied Alanna.
Nanya rolled her eyes, and glared at the duo.
"We were enjoying ourselves until you so rudely interrupted us," said Numair, wrapping an arm around Nanya's waist and pulling her in for another kiss. They were interrupted again, but this time from a knock on the door.
Alanna opened it, suddenly she bowed.
"Your imperial highness," she said, Ash copied her in a bow. Numair and Nanya sprang apart and to their feet as Alanna let the emperor in.
"Your imperial highness," they said, bowing in unison.
"Draper, Nanya. Are you ready for breakfast?" he said.
Nanya tried a smile, "ofcourse your imperial majesty."
Ozorne offered her his arm and they left. Nanya shot Ash a look that said 'Help Me!'. Ash just gave a smile and a wave that said clearly, 'see ya, wouldn't want to be ya!'
Ozorne guided her into a room outside the aviary. There was a table set with all sorts of delicious foods. He motioned for Nanya to sit down and she did.
Breakfast went smoothly. They talked about simple things like the weather and Tortall. At last the emperor invited her to look at the birds in the aviary.
As they looked, Numair came in.
"Excuse me, your imperialy highness," he said. "but have you seen Daine?"
"No, have you checked everywhere, Draper?"
"We've checked the baths, the menagerie, everywhere. if you are concealing her from us-"
"Be assured Draper, I do not know where Verilidaine is. We had hoped she would have come to check on how our birds are doing."
"If they are better, then you have no further need of her. We would all rest in peace if you let her be."
"We are inclined to give her grace and favor, we wish to reward her."
"She requires no reward form you, your imperial majesty, she is just fine!"
Numair sounded pissed and so did Ozorne. Nanya felt like fleeing,
"Uh- I'll be going now. uh, yeah-bye," Numair looked towards her, his eyes softening slightly as he did so. Ozorne noticed this.
"I thought you were sharing a bed with young Verilidaine," he said, looking at his nails, "but I guess it's really this beauty here," he gestured at Nanya, grinning wickedly, He swooped around and caught her lips in his. Nanya did what came to her one impulse- what her mother and Karate Sensei had taught her to do- she kneed him in the groin and was gone before Ozorne even touched the ground in the traditional pain a male feels when he gets kneed in the groin.
Numair felt like sticking around to laugh at him, but decided it would be better if she followed Nanya's example and fled.
Nanya ran into the common room, then to her own room without missing a step. She nearly tackled both Gareth's and Rocky in the process.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Gary, looking at the door.
Rocky went over and knocked on the door. Nanya opened it looking angry, nervous, embarrassed and violated all in one.
"How'd breakfast go?" Gareth asked her. Nanya glared at him.
"If Ozorne is able to be a father now, I'll be surprised!" she snapped.
"No, Nanya, please tell me you're joking," groaned Rocky shaking her head.
"I'm joking, there I told you I was joking, but it's not true," replied Nanya angrily.
Gareth looked at Rocky for answers.
"She kneed him in the groin," she moaned. Both Gary and Gareth winced and looked at Nanya.
She sighed and told the story.
"So," she finished, "the idiot kisses me, so I do what my mum always taught me to do and knee him in the family jewels. It's his own fault!"
There was laughter from the doorway. It was Numair.
"Please tell us what you find so funny, Master Salmalin," said Rocky, glaring daggers at the mage.
"If you had seen the look on his Imperial Highness' face, you'd be laughing to," said Daine, from behind Numair. "I was in the trees as a bird," she added at Nanya's confused face. "It was really funny."
"Be that as it may," said Gareth, "This won't help our treaty."
"What was I supposed to do?" asked Nanya, "kiss him back?!"
Gareth looked at her, a bland expression on his face. After a moment he said, "that probably would've helped us."
Nanya turned pale.
"I am not even going to consider anything like that, your Grace! He's a maniac! Call me paranoid, but I trust him less than as far as I could throw them!"
"I agree with Nanya on this one, only a fool would see anything in him. But for the record, Nanya, you can be paranoid," said Rocky.
"I'm with them on this one Dad, we can't ask Nanya to do anything like that. I don't trust him at all."
"What can I do now, anyway. I'm not going to go up to him and say," she put on a high, ladylike voice, "oh, I'm so sorry your Imperial Highness. I'll never hurt you like that again- in fact, why don't you just whisk me away and I'll marry you!"
Rocky hid a smile.
"What was that?" asked Carn, who had been watching the entire seen along with the other Tortallans. All but Lord Martin looked amused.
"You'll have to apologize," he snapped.
"I have a better idea," replied Nanya angrily, "Why don't I just go jump off a cliff? I wouldn't be able to knee Ozorne any more, and he wouldn't be able to flirt with me! Everyone wins!"
"Except me," said Numair.
"And me, I don't wanna lose by best pal," Rocky slung an arm around her shoulders, "besides, it's really your mother and your sensei, Yamawa's, fault anyways. They were the ones who taught you to do that."
"I was being sarcastic my dear Rachelle. I guess I shouldn't have kneed him- I should've power bombed him!" with that Nanya slammed her door shut and Dante broke out laughing.
"What so funny?" asked Martin.
"Nanya's so stubborn, she could give mules a lesson!" he choked out, "you'll never get her to apologize to Ozorne," he turned serious suddenly, "I don't like what he did though. That violates Nanya's rights. It's just plain wrong, and Nanya's like a sister to me so."
"We can't kill him," said Mirk, "perhaps we could gouge his eyes out?"
"Nah- too easy. I say we turn his hair pink!" said Dirk.
"No!" said Gareth, "this is bad enough, we don't need you making it worse!"
"I guess I'll have to open up a speech spell?" asked Numair. Gareth nodded and the mage opened a speech spell up so they could speak to the king.
AN: I'm stuck in a rut right now. I know how I'm going to end the story, it's getting there that's the problem. I'm actually getting close to then end, only about five more chapters left. I've already got an idea for a sequel, but I need to finish this first.
If you have any ideas, please give them to me in a review and I'll see if I can't use them.
~oneinamilliongirl
The next morning Nanya woke up feeling extremely giddy, that was until she remembered who she was to have breakfast with that is.
"Good God why do I have to do this, why, why, why, why?" she asked herself, gently banging her head against the wall.
"What's up?" asked Naku, still half asleep.
"Breakfast with his Imperial Highness," answered Naki as he went up to nuzzle Nanya's leg. She gave a small smile and picked up the small immortal.
"I prefer to call it the breakfast of impending doom," replied Nanya, stroking Naki preoccupied.
"It's early, and I wanna sleep, so can you go bang your head somewhere else?" asked Naku grumpily.
Nanya stuck her tongue at the Flamer and carried Naku into the common room. The only other person was Numair. He smiled at her, and for some strange reason, she felt herself blushing.
"Morning beautiful," he said cheerfully, patting the couch beside him.
"What time is it?" she asked him.
"About six thirty in the morning," replied Numair as Nanya sat down, at the other end of the couch. He frowned slightly. "Nanya- if you are reconsidering-"
She smiled at him, shaking her head.
"I've never felt like this before is all," she said, sliding so that she was next to the mage. "I'm not reconsidering anything. except agreeing to have breakfast with Ozorne."
Numair stroked her cheek gently.
"It won't be too bad, just be careful about what you tell him," he leaned in and kissed her. They continued to kiss for about five minutes when there was a cough from one of the door ways.
It was Alanna and Ash, both were looking amused.
"Yes Ashley?" said Nanya sweetly. Ash grimaced, like Rocky, she disliked her full name.
"I didn't think that it could be true," said Ash, speaking to Alanna, but clearly meaning it for Nanya and Numair.
"I didn't believe it when you and Dante told me either, but I guess it is true! Our mage has fallen in love with your best friend," replied Alanna.
Nanya rolled her eyes, and glared at the duo.
"We were enjoying ourselves until you so rudely interrupted us," said Numair, wrapping an arm around Nanya's waist and pulling her in for another kiss. They were interrupted again, but this time from a knock on the door.
Alanna opened it, suddenly she bowed.
"Your imperial highness," she said, Ash copied her in a bow. Numair and Nanya sprang apart and to their feet as Alanna let the emperor in.
"Your imperial highness," they said, bowing in unison.
"Draper, Nanya. Are you ready for breakfast?" he said.
Nanya tried a smile, "ofcourse your imperial majesty."
Ozorne offered her his arm and they left. Nanya shot Ash a look that said 'Help Me!'. Ash just gave a smile and a wave that said clearly, 'see ya, wouldn't want to be ya!'
Ozorne guided her into a room outside the aviary. There was a table set with all sorts of delicious foods. He motioned for Nanya to sit down and she did.
Breakfast went smoothly. They talked about simple things like the weather and Tortall. At last the emperor invited her to look at the birds in the aviary.
As they looked, Numair came in.
"Excuse me, your imperialy highness," he said. "but have you seen Daine?"
"No, have you checked everywhere, Draper?"
"We've checked the baths, the menagerie, everywhere. if you are concealing her from us-"
"Be assured Draper, I do not know where Verilidaine is. We had hoped she would have come to check on how our birds are doing."
"If they are better, then you have no further need of her. We would all rest in peace if you let her be."
"We are inclined to give her grace and favor, we wish to reward her."
"She requires no reward form you, your imperial majesty, she is just fine!"
Numair sounded pissed and so did Ozorne. Nanya felt like fleeing,
"Uh- I'll be going now. uh, yeah-bye," Numair looked towards her, his eyes softening slightly as he did so. Ozorne noticed this.
"I thought you were sharing a bed with young Verilidaine," he said, looking at his nails, "but I guess it's really this beauty here," he gestured at Nanya, grinning wickedly, He swooped around and caught her lips in his. Nanya did what came to her one impulse- what her mother and Karate Sensei had taught her to do- she kneed him in the groin and was gone before Ozorne even touched the ground in the traditional pain a male feels when he gets kneed in the groin.
Numair felt like sticking around to laugh at him, but decided it would be better if she followed Nanya's example and fled.
Nanya ran into the common room, then to her own room without missing a step. She nearly tackled both Gareth's and Rocky in the process.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Gary, looking at the door.
Rocky went over and knocked on the door. Nanya opened it looking angry, nervous, embarrassed and violated all in one.
"How'd breakfast go?" Gareth asked her. Nanya glared at him.
"If Ozorne is able to be a father now, I'll be surprised!" she snapped.
"No, Nanya, please tell me you're joking," groaned Rocky shaking her head.
"I'm joking, there I told you I was joking, but it's not true," replied Nanya angrily.
Gareth looked at Rocky for answers.
"She kneed him in the groin," she moaned. Both Gary and Gareth winced and looked at Nanya.
She sighed and told the story.
"So," she finished, "the idiot kisses me, so I do what my mum always taught me to do and knee him in the family jewels. It's his own fault!"
There was laughter from the doorway. It was Numair.
"Please tell us what you find so funny, Master Salmalin," said Rocky, glaring daggers at the mage.
"If you had seen the look on his Imperial Highness' face, you'd be laughing to," said Daine, from behind Numair. "I was in the trees as a bird," she added at Nanya's confused face. "It was really funny."
"Be that as it may," said Gareth, "This won't help our treaty."
"What was I supposed to do?" asked Nanya, "kiss him back?!"
Gareth looked at her, a bland expression on his face. After a moment he said, "that probably would've helped us."
Nanya turned pale.
"I am not even going to consider anything like that, your Grace! He's a maniac! Call me paranoid, but I trust him less than as far as I could throw them!"
"I agree with Nanya on this one, only a fool would see anything in him. But for the record, Nanya, you can be paranoid," said Rocky.
"I'm with them on this one Dad, we can't ask Nanya to do anything like that. I don't trust him at all."
"What can I do now, anyway. I'm not going to go up to him and say," she put on a high, ladylike voice, "oh, I'm so sorry your Imperial Highness. I'll never hurt you like that again- in fact, why don't you just whisk me away and I'll marry you!"
Rocky hid a smile.
"What was that?" asked Carn, who had been watching the entire seen along with the other Tortallans. All but Lord Martin looked amused.
"You'll have to apologize," he snapped.
"I have a better idea," replied Nanya angrily, "Why don't I just go jump off a cliff? I wouldn't be able to knee Ozorne any more, and he wouldn't be able to flirt with me! Everyone wins!"
"Except me," said Numair.
"And me, I don't wanna lose by best pal," Rocky slung an arm around her shoulders, "besides, it's really your mother and your sensei, Yamawa's, fault anyways. They were the ones who taught you to do that."
"I was being sarcastic my dear Rachelle. I guess I shouldn't have kneed him- I should've power bombed him!" with that Nanya slammed her door shut and Dante broke out laughing.
"What so funny?" asked Martin.
"Nanya's so stubborn, she could give mules a lesson!" he choked out, "you'll never get her to apologize to Ozorne," he turned serious suddenly, "I don't like what he did though. That violates Nanya's rights. It's just plain wrong, and Nanya's like a sister to me so."
"We can't kill him," said Mirk, "perhaps we could gouge his eyes out?"
"Nah- too easy. I say we turn his hair pink!" said Dirk.
"No!" said Gareth, "this is bad enough, we don't need you making it worse!"
"I guess I'll have to open up a speech spell?" asked Numair. Gareth nodded and the mage opened a speech spell up so they could speak to the king.
AN: I'm stuck in a rut right now. I know how I'm going to end the story, it's getting there that's the problem. I'm actually getting close to then end, only about five more chapters left. I've already got an idea for a sequel, but I need to finish this first.
If you have any ideas, please give them to me in a review and I'll see if I can't use them.
~oneinamilliongirl