AN: This takes place during Squire. The main characters are Margaret, my
own character, and Prince Jasson, who Tamora Pierce mentions, but never
uses as a character
Disclaimer:
A girl walked the streets, her tall, slim figure illuminated in the moonlight. She had straight blonde hair going mid-way down her back. She had a small nose, with freckles dusted across it, and was quite pale. She wore a white cotton shirt and a blue wool tunic for warmth. She had on black breeches and boots.
Margaret was her name, and she walked the streets of Corus, to be away from her two sisters. It was Midwinter. All of Corus was celebrating with family, from the highest noble to the lowest peasant. She had no tolerance for these family occasions, and was not about to tolerate one now.
Margaret turned into a dark alley, when she heard a noise. As she approached, she saw a small white kitten. It looked up at her with sweet blue eyes. ' Overly sweet,' she thought, 'Mary-Sue in kitten form' Picking up the kitten, she carried it to what looked like the home of a family who could tolerate Mary-Sue the cat.
"Stay." She told it
It just got up and followed. She squatted down and looked the kitten in the eye.
"Stay you silly kitten, we already have two cats, we don't need more. And you'll be tormented by my insane older sister, Emily." She added as an after thought.
And the kitten stayed; though it was only because of the insane older sister and her 30lb cat, Leo.
Meanwhile, Prince Jasson of Conte also wandered the streets. The palace was boring. All the nobles were away on progress, and him, being only ten, was not allowed to come. His parent's had told him he wouldn't like it, and he believed it. Frankly, the real reason was that no one could stand him. He didn't want to be a knight, like Roald, or a mage, like Liam. Everything had to go his way, or he lost his temper. He believed everyone should and did think him the best thing that happened to mankind.
Jasson turned down the same dark alley Margaret had, and heard her talking to a cat. 'What a silly peasant, talking to that cat like it could understand her'. She stood right in the middle of the alley, and he wanted to get through. And when Prince Jasson of Conte wanted something, he got it.
"Move wench." he commanded her, and waited for her to obey.
The girl looked up at him, confusion and skepticism in her eyes.
"Why should I you bastard?" she asked irritably
"Because I," he retorted arrogantly, "Am Prince Jasson of Conte."
"Right," she said laughingly, "And I'm Alanna the Lioness."
"I'm not lying!" he yelled furiously
"Yeah, right, I believe you." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"I could have you hanged!" he screamed. 'No one ever defies me and lives'
"If you really are Prince Jasson, which you most likely aren't, I doubt you could have me hanged. Number one, Prince Jasson is a younger prince and does not have much power. Number two, the prince is hated by most, for he is both spoilt and arrogant." With that comment, Margaret turned and walked briskly down the alley, while Jasson just stood there, mouth hanging open, until the cat, who was gay-brown, hissed at him. He then promptly closed it.
R&R!
A girl walked the streets, her tall, slim figure illuminated in the moonlight. She had straight blonde hair going mid-way down her back. She had a small nose, with freckles dusted across it, and was quite pale. She wore a white cotton shirt and a blue wool tunic for warmth. She had on black breeches and boots.
Margaret was her name, and she walked the streets of Corus, to be away from her two sisters. It was Midwinter. All of Corus was celebrating with family, from the highest noble to the lowest peasant. She had no tolerance for these family occasions, and was not about to tolerate one now.
Margaret turned into a dark alley, when she heard a noise. As she approached, she saw a small white kitten. It looked up at her with sweet blue eyes. ' Overly sweet,' she thought, 'Mary-Sue in kitten form' Picking up the kitten, she carried it to what looked like the home of a family who could tolerate Mary-Sue the cat.
"Stay." She told it
It just got up and followed. She squatted down and looked the kitten in the eye.
"Stay you silly kitten, we already have two cats, we don't need more. And you'll be tormented by my insane older sister, Emily." She added as an after thought.
And the kitten stayed; though it was only because of the insane older sister and her 30lb cat, Leo.
Meanwhile, Prince Jasson of Conte also wandered the streets. The palace was boring. All the nobles were away on progress, and him, being only ten, was not allowed to come. His parent's had told him he wouldn't like it, and he believed it. Frankly, the real reason was that no one could stand him. He didn't want to be a knight, like Roald, or a mage, like Liam. Everything had to go his way, or he lost his temper. He believed everyone should and did think him the best thing that happened to mankind.
Jasson turned down the same dark alley Margaret had, and heard her talking to a cat. 'What a silly peasant, talking to that cat like it could understand her'. She stood right in the middle of the alley, and he wanted to get through. And when Prince Jasson of Conte wanted something, he got it.
"Move wench." he commanded her, and waited for her to obey.
The girl looked up at him, confusion and skepticism in her eyes.
"Why should I you bastard?" she asked irritably
"Because I," he retorted arrogantly, "Am Prince Jasson of Conte."
"Right," she said laughingly, "And I'm Alanna the Lioness."
"I'm not lying!" he yelled furiously
"Yeah, right, I believe you." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"I could have you hanged!" he screamed. 'No one ever defies me and lives'
"If you really are Prince Jasson, which you most likely aren't, I doubt you could have me hanged. Number one, Prince Jasson is a younger prince and does not have much power. Number two, the prince is hated by most, for he is both spoilt and arrogant." With that comment, Margaret turned and walked briskly down the alley, while Jasson just stood there, mouth hanging open, until the cat, who was gay-brown, hissed at him. He then promptly closed it.
R&R!