A/N: Well, here's a (very) short Chapter 3. BTW, does anyone know what the
royal colors of Ankh-Morpork are?
CHAPTER 3 - A Short But Entertaining Journey
The silence was definitely getting awkward. Sam and his mother had been sitting on opposite sides of the carriage, looking out different windows ever since the little display before leaving the house, and Sam didn't know just how much longer he could take it.
Finally, "I'm sorry mum."
A sigh. "That's all right, dear. I suppose after your father I should have expected it."
Sam was surprised, to say the least. "Dad acts like an aristocrat?"
"No, but he also has a tendency to get what he wants and be frighteningly blunt when the occasion demands it. Still, I swear you take after Ronnie more than you do Sam."
Now Sam was truly startled. "I'm related to Lord /Rust?!?/"
Sybil glanced at him condescendingly. "Of course, dear. You're related to most of the lords and ladies of Ankh-Morpork. Your father isn't joking when he calls us a pack of inbreds."
"Wow." The boy was truly stunned. Then a thought struck him. "So, do you reckon Ronnie - I mean, Lord Rust will be at the ball?" he asked mischievously.
Sybil stared levelly at her son for a moment. "/No/, Sam."
Attempting to act the innocent, Sam said, "Really? But I was sure I heard you mentioning -"
"You know exactly what I was talking about. Yes, Lord Rust and his family will be at the ball and no, you are not going to go reminding him of certain - family resemblances - between you."
"Yes mum."
"There's a good boy." Sybil reached out and fondly patted her son on the cheek. "Now just you go back to staring out the window like a good bored aristocrat."
***
A/N(the second): Thank you my reviewers!
::Bows to the Sender of Eight:: You're completely correct, of course. It's an absolute outrage that I only had one review. Disgusting. However, thankfully socially-conscious people such as yourself have realised the deep and lasting psychological problems that can occur when enough reviews don't materialize, and have set about to remedy my mental destruction. XD
sunny-historian: Unfortunately due to harsh editing the slashiness will no longer be as slashy X(. But it will still exist in small form. And as for when you have no reviews, that just means you have three lazy hounds reading and your fourth, the one who reviews, should be coming soon!(
Vee4: 1st reviewer!! Yay! Younglings is just a cool word I thought up for the children of the nobles of AM. (There are others.) Sorry it disturbed you. Promise they won't be slaughtered. XD
Mobius Shadow: This is the description for G-rated fics: 'All ages admitted. This signifies that the film rated contains nothing most parents will consider offensive for even their youngest children to see or hear. Nudity, sex scenes, and scenes of drug use are absent; violence is minimal; snippets of dialogue may go beyond polite conversation but do not go beyond common everyday expressions.' I don't see how slash breaks this rating. But hey.
CHAPTER 3 - A Short But Entertaining Journey
The silence was definitely getting awkward. Sam and his mother had been sitting on opposite sides of the carriage, looking out different windows ever since the little display before leaving the house, and Sam didn't know just how much longer he could take it.
Finally, "I'm sorry mum."
A sigh. "That's all right, dear. I suppose after your father I should have expected it."
Sam was surprised, to say the least. "Dad acts like an aristocrat?"
"No, but he also has a tendency to get what he wants and be frighteningly blunt when the occasion demands it. Still, I swear you take after Ronnie more than you do Sam."
Now Sam was truly startled. "I'm related to Lord /Rust?!?/"
Sybil glanced at him condescendingly. "Of course, dear. You're related to most of the lords and ladies of Ankh-Morpork. Your father isn't joking when he calls us a pack of inbreds."
"Wow." The boy was truly stunned. Then a thought struck him. "So, do you reckon Ronnie - I mean, Lord Rust will be at the ball?" he asked mischievously.
Sybil stared levelly at her son for a moment. "/No/, Sam."
Attempting to act the innocent, Sam said, "Really? But I was sure I heard you mentioning -"
"You know exactly what I was talking about. Yes, Lord Rust and his family will be at the ball and no, you are not going to go reminding him of certain - family resemblances - between you."
"Yes mum."
"There's a good boy." Sybil reached out and fondly patted her son on the cheek. "Now just you go back to staring out the window like a good bored aristocrat."
***
A/N(the second): Thank you my reviewers!
::Bows to the Sender of Eight:: You're completely correct, of course. It's an absolute outrage that I only had one review. Disgusting. However, thankfully socially-conscious people such as yourself have realised the deep and lasting psychological problems that can occur when enough reviews don't materialize, and have set about to remedy my mental destruction. XD
sunny-historian: Unfortunately due to harsh editing the slashiness will no longer be as slashy X(. But it will still exist in small form. And as for when you have no reviews, that just means you have three lazy hounds reading and your fourth, the one who reviews, should be coming soon!(
Vee4: 1st reviewer!! Yay! Younglings is just a cool word I thought up for the children of the nobles of AM. (There are others.) Sorry it disturbed you. Promise they won't be slaughtered. XD
Mobius Shadow: This is the description for G-rated fics: 'All ages admitted. This signifies that the film rated contains nothing most parents will consider offensive for even their youngest children to see or hear. Nudity, sex scenes, and scenes of drug use are absent; violence is minimal; snippets of dialogue may go beyond polite conversation but do not go beyond common everyday expressions.' I don't see how slash breaks this rating. But hey.