Title: All for Serenitatus
Author: kerry (also known as diamondflame, or to those who no her best, the
one and only ESK!)
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: umm.I 4get where I posted this, either TP or original.
Basically if anything comes up that you recognize, its not mine and in no
way do I intend to infringe upon the actual author's ownership! :-D
AN: sorry this took so long to get out! I was bored during class and found this partially written, so here goes - it was weird writing it cuz it includes me - only time I ever had to write in 3rd person was when dr. d from g+t was too lazy to write letters about us to our parents himself..lol..anyways please r&r it means the world to me! If you like what u see please check out my other stories! :-P
Chapter Two: (seconds after chapt. 1)
In shock, Arianne stared at her father. She tried to open her mouth, but failed to form words. The court, however, reacted contrarily: filled with joy that their long-lasting war would finally be brought to an end, they cheered until the young princess thought that the castle roof would crumble. She had to wonder what was wrong with them; even in her stunned state of mind she could still see that this was, this had to be, some sort of evil plot! Surely, once married, they would take her prisoner and reopen all attacks. Only this time, they would have her as ransom. As the thought struck her she shuddered, suddenly feeling cold despite the warm summer breeze drifting in through the open window. Slowly, the roar from the crowd subsided. They stood expectantly, awaiting some sort of response from their new heroine. Realizing this, Arianne thought, disgusted, of what a purpose she was serving. So she was just something to be used in negotiations, like a toy, or grain? "Father, I will be glad to marry him to bring honor and peace to my country. Anything, Your Highness, for the continuing life of Serenitatus."
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Back in the privacy of her chambers, Princess Arianne ran a comb through her golden locks of long, curly hair, replaying every moment of the morning. What, she pondered, what had possessed her to accept her father's will? She knew inside that there was no way to escape her fate, but at the very least she could have shown some sign of independence. Instead, she had become the doll that they played with; that they used strategically to gain whatever was best for their own country. Even now, in the quiet of her room, she could not think of a way to avoid this marriage without dishonoring her country, and possibly even bringing this land of her father's father's pride to an end. Ibola had come had come far too close to victory, and within another month they would have defeated Serenitatus once and for all. A soft knocking interrupted her dismayed thoughts. With all her heart she willed them to go away, and was eager to ignore them, but she knew it was only right to let these visitors in. After all, if the guards had let them come this far they could not be dangerous, though with this marriage sentence she was becoming paranoid and expecting of a sudden attack at any given moment. She rose up from the bed and straightened out her wrinkled sky blue dress, the same one she had put on with the expectation of a beautiful new day that morning. And, she thought sarcastically, what a wonderful day that had turned out to be. The door swung open to reveal two shabbily dressed teenage girls, one looked to be about her own age, the other, around a year or two younger. At first glance, they could have been twins except for the difference in height. However at a closer look, one's hair was lighter than the other's, a reddish-brown as opposed to the younger one's chocolate hair, though they both had deep brown eyes that pierced your very soul. "Kerry! Erin!" she embraced them joyfully. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" "Arianne, it's only been two weeks," Kerry replied, laughing. "Well, in the life of a princess two weeks feels like a century." "So we've heard," came Kerry's sarcastic response. "You know, Kerry, it must actually be very difficult. Just think about it, living in a huge palace, with servants at your beck and call, hundreds of subjects under your father's command...How does she survive??" Erin Joked. "Aw, guys, you didn't come here just to bother me did you?" "Actually, we came on a more important note, which seems to have grown more urgent, since we got here in time to hear your father's announcement," Kerry's voice trailed off anxiously. "You and the rest of the world." Arianne was no longer able to keep the fury out of her tone. The two sisters looked at her, sympathy evident in their expressions. "I'm so sorry, Arianne," Erin said quietly, as Kerry enveloped her in a warm, assuring hug. Breaking apart, her friend spoke urgently, with no trace of the tears she had felt forming just minutes ago. "That's kind of what we came here for. We've heard word that Ibola has a new strategy to defeat us, we are not sure what, but are fairly certain it somehow involves the princess, who they are 100% sure will come to marry Schulyer." Silence echoed in the cold stone room as Arianne absorbed what she had gravely suspected, broken only by Erin, stating what they all knew, what neither of them could prevent: "You."
AN: sorry this took so long to get out! I was bored during class and found this partially written, so here goes - it was weird writing it cuz it includes me - only time I ever had to write in 3rd person was when dr. d from g+t was too lazy to write letters about us to our parents himself..lol..anyways please r&r it means the world to me! If you like what u see please check out my other stories! :-P
Chapter Two: (seconds after chapt. 1)
In shock, Arianne stared at her father. She tried to open her mouth, but failed to form words. The court, however, reacted contrarily: filled with joy that their long-lasting war would finally be brought to an end, they cheered until the young princess thought that the castle roof would crumble. She had to wonder what was wrong with them; even in her stunned state of mind she could still see that this was, this had to be, some sort of evil plot! Surely, once married, they would take her prisoner and reopen all attacks. Only this time, they would have her as ransom. As the thought struck her she shuddered, suddenly feeling cold despite the warm summer breeze drifting in through the open window. Slowly, the roar from the crowd subsided. They stood expectantly, awaiting some sort of response from their new heroine. Realizing this, Arianne thought, disgusted, of what a purpose she was serving. So she was just something to be used in negotiations, like a toy, or grain? "Father, I will be glad to marry him to bring honor and peace to my country. Anything, Your Highness, for the continuing life of Serenitatus."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Back in the privacy of her chambers, Princess Arianne ran a comb through her golden locks of long, curly hair, replaying every moment of the morning. What, she pondered, what had possessed her to accept her father's will? She knew inside that there was no way to escape her fate, but at the very least she could have shown some sign of independence. Instead, she had become the doll that they played with; that they used strategically to gain whatever was best for their own country. Even now, in the quiet of her room, she could not think of a way to avoid this marriage without dishonoring her country, and possibly even bringing this land of her father's father's pride to an end. Ibola had come had come far too close to victory, and within another month they would have defeated Serenitatus once and for all. A soft knocking interrupted her dismayed thoughts. With all her heart she willed them to go away, and was eager to ignore them, but she knew it was only right to let these visitors in. After all, if the guards had let them come this far they could not be dangerous, though with this marriage sentence she was becoming paranoid and expecting of a sudden attack at any given moment. She rose up from the bed and straightened out her wrinkled sky blue dress, the same one she had put on with the expectation of a beautiful new day that morning. And, she thought sarcastically, what a wonderful day that had turned out to be. The door swung open to reveal two shabbily dressed teenage girls, one looked to be about her own age, the other, around a year or two younger. At first glance, they could have been twins except for the difference in height. However at a closer look, one's hair was lighter than the other's, a reddish-brown as opposed to the younger one's chocolate hair, though they both had deep brown eyes that pierced your very soul. "Kerry! Erin!" she embraced them joyfully. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" "Arianne, it's only been two weeks," Kerry replied, laughing. "Well, in the life of a princess two weeks feels like a century." "So we've heard," came Kerry's sarcastic response. "You know, Kerry, it must actually be very difficult. Just think about it, living in a huge palace, with servants at your beck and call, hundreds of subjects under your father's command...How does she survive??" Erin Joked. "Aw, guys, you didn't come here just to bother me did you?" "Actually, we came on a more important note, which seems to have grown more urgent, since we got here in time to hear your father's announcement," Kerry's voice trailed off anxiously. "You and the rest of the world." Arianne was no longer able to keep the fury out of her tone. The two sisters looked at her, sympathy evident in their expressions. "I'm so sorry, Arianne," Erin said quietly, as Kerry enveloped her in a warm, assuring hug. Breaking apart, her friend spoke urgently, with no trace of the tears she had felt forming just minutes ago. "That's kind of what we came here for. We've heard word that Ibola has a new strategy to defeat us, we are not sure what, but are fairly certain it somehow involves the princess, who they are 100% sure will come to marry Schulyer." Silence echoed in the cold stone room as Arianne absorbed what she had gravely suspected, broken only by Erin, stating what they all knew, what neither of them could prevent: "You."