AN: here's chapter 2
I hope you like it as much as you liked chapter one and if you nasty people didn't like my master piece, i.e. chapter one, I hope you like this!
Disclaimer: Don't own the works of Tamora Pierce, I would love to but you can't get what you want all of the time, unfortunately . . .
Chapter Two
Kel looked at Peachblossom who was shooting an angry look at her.
"It's okay, boy, I was only messing with Joren's mind, I do like you!" Kel said warmly before leaving the stables.
On the way she met Queen Thayet.
Bowing slightly she greeted the queen, "Good Morning, your Majesty."
"Good morning Kel, how are you?"
"Oh I'm fine," Kel replied.
"I'm sorry Kel but I have to go now," Thayet then turned and left but froze in her tracks at the sound of Kel's voice.
"I know who you were with last night, your Majesty."
Thayet stood there for a moment before turning around.
But no one was there.
The queen sighed, a look of fear on her face before she dismally walked to her destination.
Later
"Keladry of Mindelen I am disappointed in you. I would not of expected this from you," he paused, "Your punishment is that every day for seven days you shall attend to a different knight doing chores for them, dismissed," Lord Wyldon ordered.
"May I inquire if there is any way I can get out of this punishment?" Kel asked.
"No, leave."
Kel quietly stood up and left the room.
Outside she grinned.
"He's going to be shocked out of his pants," Kel murmured smiling slightly.
Joren's POV
Joren looked over the Chess board and smiled, everything was perfectly planned nothing could go wrong tonight he would make sure of it.
Every possible cause had a back up plan and the back up plans had back up plan! Nothing he had not already foreseen had possible chance of ruining his fun and enjoyment.
Keladry of Mindelen would pay!
He imagined the night of the Grand Ball.
He laughed.
"Cough gasp choke gasp cough cough," Joren choked totally ruining the setting.
"OK fate, Joren is not an evil laughter person *sigh* and I look so good in black. . ." his voice trails off in to the darkness that is gloom.
"Oh well I can be an angel instead. And if I do say myself I do look smashing in white!" his voice was now gloriously happy in victory.
Joren was enjoying this conversation with . . . himself. It was good to talk to someone who felt the same way about him; he was a god who ran supreme over all mortals. Joren would have laughed an evil laugh then but knowing the fates didn't like his evil laugh (how, he didn't know, he was perfect after all) he merely smiled an evil smile.
Now the logical side of Joren decided to be heard.
You know Joren, said logical Joren, talking to yourself is considered mad.
No it is not, Joren argued, it is only if you argue with your self.
Ha ha fooled you there, logical Joren mocked.
Did not! Joren fought verbally back.
Did!
Did not!
Did!
Did not!
Yes!
No!
Yes!
No!
Joren stopped in mid thought.
This was ridiculous, he was arguing if it was mad to argue with your self.
Shuddering internally, he brought his mind to other matters.
The Dare.
He decided to go over the scheme.
And it all started like this. . .
Kel's POV
Kel sighed and leaned back on the bed.
Tomorrow was the Grand Ball and through she would not admit it she was nervous.
After all humiliation was never something she went after deliberately.
Well there was that time in the Yamani Island where she got. . .
Never mind.
She never ever wanted to remember that again, she still had nightmares.
Shudders.
Well there was no use thinking about, there was nothing she could do stop it, a dare was a dare after all and her honor was at sake after all.
It also would be funny to see their faces, especially Neal.
Laughs.
In to that she had prize at the end of the night.
She could sell the horse and make a fair Noble or two or three or four. . .
Lying back in bed the worries soothed, she curled and went to sleep.
Joren's POV
"Come on everybody let's go boogie! Da da da lala la! Boogie! Fa la la la da la!" singed his knight master, "How did you like my new song? I worked on it for six months! It's good right, right? I just don't know what to do. My agent's leaving me, me! He say's my music is a load of garbage! But you like it don't you Joren? My pretty squire boy?" he pleads.
"Ah. . . it's wonderful," Joren manages to choke out.
"Then you won't mind a encore? Will you?" his knight master asks.
"Of course not," he hurriedly reassures him.
Ten Minutes Later
"Oh thank you so much Joren you have made me fell so much better about myself," his knight master says before frolicked out of the room wobbling slightly on his high heels.
Joren lay back on his bed a defeated sigh escaping his lips. He knew it would be hard to become a knight but he had never thought of this kind of depraved torture.
Clutching his tortured ears he thought back of the first sight of madness from his knight master.
~Flashback~
"Joren oh Joren," his knight master cried out.
"Coming sir!" he answered back.
"How do like my new girdle! Looks quite pretty does it not?" his knight master exclaimed.
He looked at the thing, it was a sick putrid green with a silk purple background.
It was disgusting.
He looked at his knight master's face and gulped, he was screwed.
"Very pretty," he finally said.
His knight master squealed.
What had he gotten in to?
~End Flashback~
Things had not got much better since then. What with seeing naked more times than he ever wanted to.
Yes there were some things you had to forget.
The pink thong. . .
Kel's POV
"I have not got a thing to wear!" Kel sighed, as she looked over at her small wardrobe.
"Never fear Mistress Kel," Lalasa murmured holding up a green and gold gown.
"Oh it's beautiful, Lalasa. Thank you so much," Kel face broke in a grin as she said this.
"Now let's get you dressed," she ordered.
Two long and slightly painful hours later Kel looked her figure, she had a figure?
The long silk forest green dress trailed on the ground slightly, it has shimmered with a gold sheen. The bodice was patterned in green leaves with gold outlines, the sleeves were full and fell to her knees and the neckline was low. . .
Very low. . .
"Um Lalasa? Don't you think that the neckline it a bit. . . low?" Kel inquired.
"Of course not! You need to attract some male attention and I don't mean Neal, however cute that boy is. . ." Lalasa voice trailed off.
"Right. . . Hey Lalasa you don't happen to like a certain someone, do you? Huh? Huh?" Kel questioned.
"NO!" Lalasa screamed before blushing furiously.
"Ooo-Kkkaayyay. . ." Kel in doubt muttered. "Wish me luck," she hugged Lalasa before marching out of the room.
She met Joren at the entrance to the Ball Room.
He was dressed in silver and white.
With tight hose, very shiny tight hose.
Mmmmm.
"Keladry," he murmured, offering his arm, "Shall we enter?"
"We shall," she returned, putting her arm on his
They walked up the door way, gave their names to the presenter-of-names and waited.
"Presenting. . .
Hope you like chapter two!
Please R/R!
And there's more than last time so no complaining.
Any ideas at all just tell me, ok?
Great!
I hope you like it as much as you liked chapter one and if you nasty people didn't like my master piece, i.e. chapter one, I hope you like this!
Disclaimer: Don't own the works of Tamora Pierce, I would love to but you can't get what you want all of the time, unfortunately . . .
Chapter Two
Kel looked at Peachblossom who was shooting an angry look at her.
"It's okay, boy, I was only messing with Joren's mind, I do like you!" Kel said warmly before leaving the stables.
On the way she met Queen Thayet.
Bowing slightly she greeted the queen, "Good Morning, your Majesty."
"Good morning Kel, how are you?"
"Oh I'm fine," Kel replied.
"I'm sorry Kel but I have to go now," Thayet then turned and left but froze in her tracks at the sound of Kel's voice.
"I know who you were with last night, your Majesty."
Thayet stood there for a moment before turning around.
But no one was there.
The queen sighed, a look of fear on her face before she dismally walked to her destination.
Later
"Keladry of Mindelen I am disappointed in you. I would not of expected this from you," he paused, "Your punishment is that every day for seven days you shall attend to a different knight doing chores for them, dismissed," Lord Wyldon ordered.
"May I inquire if there is any way I can get out of this punishment?" Kel asked.
"No, leave."
Kel quietly stood up and left the room.
Outside she grinned.
"He's going to be shocked out of his pants," Kel murmured smiling slightly.
Joren's POV
Joren looked over the Chess board and smiled, everything was perfectly planned nothing could go wrong tonight he would make sure of it.
Every possible cause had a back up plan and the back up plans had back up plan! Nothing he had not already foreseen had possible chance of ruining his fun and enjoyment.
Keladry of Mindelen would pay!
He imagined the night of the Grand Ball.
He laughed.
"Cough gasp choke gasp cough cough," Joren choked totally ruining the setting.
"OK fate, Joren is not an evil laughter person *sigh* and I look so good in black. . ." his voice trails off in to the darkness that is gloom.
"Oh well I can be an angel instead. And if I do say myself I do look smashing in white!" his voice was now gloriously happy in victory.
Joren was enjoying this conversation with . . . himself. It was good to talk to someone who felt the same way about him; he was a god who ran supreme over all mortals. Joren would have laughed an evil laugh then but knowing the fates didn't like his evil laugh (how, he didn't know, he was perfect after all) he merely smiled an evil smile.
Now the logical side of Joren decided to be heard.
You know Joren, said logical Joren, talking to yourself is considered mad.
No it is not, Joren argued, it is only if you argue with your self.
Ha ha fooled you there, logical Joren mocked.
Did not! Joren fought verbally back.
Did!
Did not!
Did!
Did not!
Yes!
No!
Yes!
No!
Joren stopped in mid thought.
This was ridiculous, he was arguing if it was mad to argue with your self.
Shuddering internally, he brought his mind to other matters.
The Dare.
He decided to go over the scheme.
And it all started like this. . .
Kel's POV
Kel sighed and leaned back on the bed.
Tomorrow was the Grand Ball and through she would not admit it she was nervous.
After all humiliation was never something she went after deliberately.
Well there was that time in the Yamani Island where she got. . .
Never mind.
She never ever wanted to remember that again, she still had nightmares.
Shudders.
Well there was no use thinking about, there was nothing she could do stop it, a dare was a dare after all and her honor was at sake after all.
It also would be funny to see their faces, especially Neal.
Laughs.
In to that she had prize at the end of the night.
She could sell the horse and make a fair Noble or two or three or four. . .
Lying back in bed the worries soothed, she curled and went to sleep.
Joren's POV
"Come on everybody let's go boogie! Da da da lala la! Boogie! Fa la la la da la!" singed his knight master, "How did you like my new song? I worked on it for six months! It's good right, right? I just don't know what to do. My agent's leaving me, me! He say's my music is a load of garbage! But you like it don't you Joren? My pretty squire boy?" he pleads.
"Ah. . . it's wonderful," Joren manages to choke out.
"Then you won't mind a encore? Will you?" his knight master asks.
"Of course not," he hurriedly reassures him.
Ten Minutes Later
"Oh thank you so much Joren you have made me fell so much better about myself," his knight master says before frolicked out of the room wobbling slightly on his high heels.
Joren lay back on his bed a defeated sigh escaping his lips. He knew it would be hard to become a knight but he had never thought of this kind of depraved torture.
Clutching his tortured ears he thought back of the first sight of madness from his knight master.
~Flashback~
"Joren oh Joren," his knight master cried out.
"Coming sir!" he answered back.
"How do like my new girdle! Looks quite pretty does it not?" his knight master exclaimed.
He looked at the thing, it was a sick putrid green with a silk purple background.
It was disgusting.
He looked at his knight master's face and gulped, he was screwed.
"Very pretty," he finally said.
His knight master squealed.
What had he gotten in to?
~End Flashback~
Things had not got much better since then. What with seeing naked more times than he ever wanted to.
Yes there were some things you had to forget.
The pink thong. . .
Kel's POV
"I have not got a thing to wear!" Kel sighed, as she looked over at her small wardrobe.
"Never fear Mistress Kel," Lalasa murmured holding up a green and gold gown.
"Oh it's beautiful, Lalasa. Thank you so much," Kel face broke in a grin as she said this.
"Now let's get you dressed," she ordered.
Two long and slightly painful hours later Kel looked her figure, she had a figure?
The long silk forest green dress trailed on the ground slightly, it has shimmered with a gold sheen. The bodice was patterned in green leaves with gold outlines, the sleeves were full and fell to her knees and the neckline was low. . .
Very low. . .
"Um Lalasa? Don't you think that the neckline it a bit. . . low?" Kel inquired.
"Of course not! You need to attract some male attention and I don't mean Neal, however cute that boy is. . ." Lalasa voice trailed off.
"Right. . . Hey Lalasa you don't happen to like a certain someone, do you? Huh? Huh?" Kel questioned.
"NO!" Lalasa screamed before blushing furiously.
"Ooo-Kkkaayyay. . ." Kel in doubt muttered. "Wish me luck," she hugged Lalasa before marching out of the room.
She met Joren at the entrance to the Ball Room.
He was dressed in silver and white.
With tight hose, very shiny tight hose.
Mmmmm.
"Keladry," he murmured, offering his arm, "Shall we enter?"
"We shall," she returned, putting her arm on his
They walked up the door way, gave their names to the presenter-of-names and waited.
"Presenting. . .
Hope you like chapter two!
Please R/R!
And there's more than last time so no complaining.
Any ideas at all just tell me, ok?
Great!
