(A/N: Alright, I have no inspiration what-so-ever so I will be making this
up off the top of my head at the moment so please don't whack me upside the
head with your desktop. *shudders* Which you won't.right? Uh oh. I'm
assuming by the bored/agitated looks on your faces that you'd rather read
on then listen to me.Ok, whatever, read on my young children read! Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha.ahem, yeah.)
Thank you all for your reviews even though there are only a few. I welcome the compliments and criticisms. I wan't even goin to post the rest of the story but I spose you can say you motivated meh to post this chapster.
Chapter 2- His Royal Highness
The infamous, yet strangely handsome king smiled, his misty blue eyes glinting with a quality that Alianne did not in the least enjoy looking at the moment. She turned away her head in a delicate cough.
"Look at me.ah!" he nudged the jester roughly.
"Alianne of Drought's Valley Sire. Yes. Yes, Drought's Valley," he stumbled clumsily as he read from the list. He gasped and scooted over to the bottom of the stairs as fast as his short, stubby legs would move in harmony, where he continued in calling the names of grandly dressed ladies and lords.
"My dear," he began, his voice struggling to attain a rough coo, "You say you are from Scanra yes?"
Nearly petrified she nodded before realizing she was being rude. "Yes your majesty."
"I see, and tell me, where did you learn both how to check a body so like as well as to fool its audience also? It indeed is a fool's trick. Or perhaps not in the least so." He grinned slyly.
Alianne's mind raced. Drought's Valley is a very poor family, right on Tortall's edge. There's plenty of war there. "There's a lot of fighting going on around there- home I mean, so you could understand that we had to take in a good couple of wounded men so I helped and.and one of them insisted I learned how to survive in such hostile land." Good job!
"I see.so where is this soldier right now? Is he here?"
Aly quickly slapped a sad, distraught look on her face and murmured, "He was killed sire.umm.at the border of umm.I.I can't remember." You sound like such an idiot you know that? Hurry up with an excuse before I make you kick yourself in front of the whole country's nobles. The king's eyebrows rose so high, they were almost hidden in his beautiful golden mane. "You see, I was just told that his party was killed at the fourth moon past. Near everyone knows that by then almost every raiding party did the fighting on the enemy's side of the river." She bowed her head respectfully in a sort of curtsey, her breath heavy with a mixture of fear and lack of breath, "Sire."
"You are quite the educated one. In fact my dear Alianne of Drought's Valley, I assume that in order to acquire such skill and knowledge, it required a vast quantity of sneaking, lying, deception, and of course plenty of charm."
'I am so dead. Why did he lower his voice? Is this the part where he whips out his sword and dices my brain into cat meat? Oh dear.uh.Goddess, Mithros, Kyproith.Kyproith? That's it! Kyproith.'
"But of course, I'm charm is a trait that you do not lack in the least. I have a request for you, but I doubt you would like it to be if I didn't impose on it till the end of the ball," the man gestured, "as it would not be fitting for the rest. I wish you a grand time Lady Alianne." He slowly bowed his head a fracture of an inch and kissed her quivering fingertips before raising his voice, so deep and rumbling that it resembled the roar of a great lion. The crowd's hushed whispers turn into frenzied chaos as drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and music was whisked into the room like a hurricane, and the infamous king announced with a semi-wicked smile, " Let the festivities have begun!"
(A/N: I think I'm goin to b famous fo writing dha shortest, most boring chappiez in dha while site..but dhats ohk cuz I hav mai trusty side kick- Okay.iono wut else ta say odder den dhat dis was poorly written.unless u think oderwise.yep. Okay, happy reading! *grins* Nightie night children)
Thank you all for your reviews even though there are only a few. I welcome the compliments and criticisms. I wan't even goin to post the rest of the story but I spose you can say you motivated meh to post this chapster.
Chapter 2- His Royal Highness
The infamous, yet strangely handsome king smiled, his misty blue eyes glinting with a quality that Alianne did not in the least enjoy looking at the moment. She turned away her head in a delicate cough.
"Look at me.ah!" he nudged the jester roughly.
"Alianne of Drought's Valley Sire. Yes. Yes, Drought's Valley," he stumbled clumsily as he read from the list. He gasped and scooted over to the bottom of the stairs as fast as his short, stubby legs would move in harmony, where he continued in calling the names of grandly dressed ladies and lords.
"My dear," he began, his voice struggling to attain a rough coo, "You say you are from Scanra yes?"
Nearly petrified she nodded before realizing she was being rude. "Yes your majesty."
"I see, and tell me, where did you learn both how to check a body so like as well as to fool its audience also? It indeed is a fool's trick. Or perhaps not in the least so." He grinned slyly.
Alianne's mind raced. Drought's Valley is a very poor family, right on Tortall's edge. There's plenty of war there. "There's a lot of fighting going on around there- home I mean, so you could understand that we had to take in a good couple of wounded men so I helped and.and one of them insisted I learned how to survive in such hostile land." Good job!
"I see.so where is this soldier right now? Is he here?"
Aly quickly slapped a sad, distraught look on her face and murmured, "He was killed sire.umm.at the border of umm.I.I can't remember." You sound like such an idiot you know that? Hurry up with an excuse before I make you kick yourself in front of the whole country's nobles. The king's eyebrows rose so high, they were almost hidden in his beautiful golden mane. "You see, I was just told that his party was killed at the fourth moon past. Near everyone knows that by then almost every raiding party did the fighting on the enemy's side of the river." She bowed her head respectfully in a sort of curtsey, her breath heavy with a mixture of fear and lack of breath, "Sire."
"You are quite the educated one. In fact my dear Alianne of Drought's Valley, I assume that in order to acquire such skill and knowledge, it required a vast quantity of sneaking, lying, deception, and of course plenty of charm."
'I am so dead. Why did he lower his voice? Is this the part where he whips out his sword and dices my brain into cat meat? Oh dear.uh.Goddess, Mithros, Kyproith.Kyproith? That's it! Kyproith.'
"But of course, I'm charm is a trait that you do not lack in the least. I have a request for you, but I doubt you would like it to be if I didn't impose on it till the end of the ball," the man gestured, "as it would not be fitting for the rest. I wish you a grand time Lady Alianne." He slowly bowed his head a fracture of an inch and kissed her quivering fingertips before raising his voice, so deep and rumbling that it resembled the roar of a great lion. The crowd's hushed whispers turn into frenzied chaos as drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and music was whisked into the room like a hurricane, and the infamous king announced with a semi-wicked smile, " Let the festivities have begun!"
(A/N: I think I'm goin to b famous fo writing dha shortest, most boring chappiez in dha while site..but dhats ohk cuz I hav mai trusty side kick- Okay.iono wut else ta say odder den dhat dis was poorly written.unless u think oderwise.yep. Okay, happy reading! *grins* Nightie night children)