Chapter 6
Everybody Have Fun Tonight
"mmm....mmmmm..."
"Huh?"
"Yaaawn..."
"Are you finally awake?"
"What?" Zelgadis slowly opened his eyes to see Amelia in a chair on the other side of the room. She was already in her usual white garments, and seemed well awake.
"You sleep pretty late, Zelgadis," Amelia said with a smile.
"What? What time is it?"
"It's a little after eleven."
"Great...some bodyguard I am," he said while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Oh, it's ok. I've been in here the whole time. I would've waked you if I needed your help."
This seemed a bit peculiar to Zel. "You've been in here the whole time you've been awake?"
"Well, yeah."
"I guess that's good that you didn't go somewhere without me, but you could've gotten me up."
"Yeah, but you seemed so peaceful so I decided to let you sleep. Do you always sleep late?"
"Er...not really. I just had trouble sleeping last night. I guess I'm just used to sleeping outside or at inns."
"I see. Maybe you should stay in one of the guest rooms. It'd be better if you slept in a bed, and I don't think that assassin is about to try anything else."
"No. I don't think that's a good idea. I'll be fine in this chair."
Amelia frowned slightly, "If that's what you want," Amelia was interuppted by the roar of her own stomach. She gave an embarrased grin and looked away as she blushed.
"You haven't even eaten yet?"
"No,I told the guards to just hold off on our breakfast because I wanted to wait until you woke up. It would be awkward if you had to eat by yourself," she smiled charmingly.
She had a point, but Zel still let out a sigh, "Amelia, you really should've just gotten me up."
"We'll worry about all that later. Right now, food is more of a priority. Come on!" And with that, they left for breakfast. Or was it brunch?
After a hearty meal, Prince Phil arrived at the dining room in order to greet his daughter and friend.
"Well, it's about time you got up, Zelgadis. You must've slept like a...er.." Prince Phil trailed off.
"...like a rock?" Zel finished.
"Not necessarily!" Phil tried to cover up for his faux pas.
"Don't worry about it," Zel tried not to let it bother him.
A subject change was in order, "Well, what exactly do you two have planned for today?" inquired Phil.
Amelia leaned her elbows on the table and placed her chin in her hands, "Hmmmmm....well, I guess we could always play chess, or maybe do some reading or something." She didn't exactly sound thrilled at the thought. "I guess going outside is one of those things we take for granted. There's not much to do when you have to stay indoors."
Phil didn't like the sound of this. He knew that the whole situation was hard for Amelia, that's why he had given her a break from her normal duties. He wanted her to have something to keep her mind off of the fact that she was in danger. Still, he couldn't let her wander around outside. Not even in the gardens or the courtyards. It was simply too dangerous. However, he had a nice idea to keep them both entertained.
"Well since you have to be cooped up in the palace, why don't we go ahead and have a ball this evening?" Phil let out a jolly laugh.
Amelia's face brightened while Zelgadis's became doubtful. "A ball! That would be great, daddy!" Her face suddenly became concerned, "Wait a minute, tonight? That doesn't give anyone much time to get prepared."
Phil laughed again, "I'm sure that the people will be more than willing to rush just to see that you're doing fine, besides, it'll give the two of you something to do all day!"
"Oh daddy, you're great!" Amelia rushed toward him and hugged him tightly. Zel just sipped at his coffee. Then she turned to Zel, "Come on, Zelgadis. We have to get you a suit!" Out came the coffee.
"What?! A suit?!"
"Of course! It's only fitting to dress up for a ball." She was smiling ear to ear. She was enjoying this way too much, and Zel was about to have a stroke. "This'll be great! You'll look so handsome!"
"Now wait just a minute! I...uh..I don't have a suit! Yeah!" Zel protested pitifully.
"That's ok! We can find one for you! I'm sure that you'll look great!" her eyes were sparkling. "Come on!" Amelia started to pull Zel by his arm, but he held his ground.
"Hold it! I think I can handle the monotany of the palace, so you can have fun at the ball and I'll just be there in case you need my help," said Zel.
"Aww, don't be such a baby. I won't have any fun if you don't go to the ball. I'm sure you're a great dancer!"
"I do NOT dance."
"Then you'll have to learn how! Now come on! This'll be good for you." She was now dragging him by the arm. Zel had pretty much given up since he knew that Amelia never would. He'd just hide or something during the ball. Amelia led him through the palace until they came to a room full of fabrics, yarn, strings, sewing equipment, and rows of beautiful garments. There was a row for dresses, one for tunics, one for suits, one for casual clothes, and what looked like one for experimental clothing. The last row had various articles on it with bizarre designes and flashy colors. They may have been unique, but they were hardly anything that someone would want to wear. Various pieces of fabric laid on the floor, and the back wall was lined with closets. Amelia seemed to be looking around for something, but she wasn't really looking at the suits. "Sylvester! Are you in here?!" she called out. Suddenly, there was a loud thump from one of the closets, followed by some muffled cursing. The closet opened, and a butler stepped out while rubbing his head. He kept excellent posture at all times, and didn't really seem to open his eyes very much. After he was through rubbing his head, he approached the two and spoke.
"Ah, forgive me, madame. I was searching for inspiration, so I decided to meditate in ze closet."
"That's ok. Zelgadis, this is Sylvester, a butler that specializes in clothing. Sylvester, this is Zelgadis, my friend and bodyguard."
"A pleasure, monsieur," he bowed. Zel was greatful that he didn't bother to open his eyes all the way. "Now, vat can I do for you, madame?"
"Zelgadis needs a suit. There's going to be a ball tonight!" she said with glee.
"A ball! Vonderful! Let me take a look here." Sylvester opened his eyes and saw Zelgadis. His eyes went wide with shock and he gasped like he had never breathed before. Zelgadis looked at the floor waiting for what he knew was coming. He was just about to leave until Sylvester spoke. "This is MARVELOUS!" Zel looked up quickly and raised one eyebrow in confusion. "Yes! I have ze perfect suit for you! Your blue skin vill be perfect with it! You will be c'est magnifique!" Zel couldn't believe it. Did this guy think about anything besides clothing? Sylvester turned to Amelia, "Vorry not, madame! He vill be more zan ready for tonight!"
"Thanks, Sylvester," Amelia said with a smile. She faced Zel, "Well, I'll let him handle things from here. I'm off to get ready!" Zelgadis saw his chance to escape this nightmare.
"Wait! What if the assassin shows up again? I should be outside your door in case you need my help," he stated quickly. He really was thinking of her safety, but keeping him uninvolved with the ball served as a nice bonus for him.
"Don't worry about that. I'll have guards outside the room. Just relax and try to have fun! See you later," and with that she left.
"Great...I'm sure I'll have loads of fun," Zel mumbled to himself.
"Now, monsieur, if you vill accompany me," Sylvester led him towards the suits.
"Sure...no problem."
"Zelgadis is such a baby!" Amelia said as she searched through her dresses. She stopped her search and laid down on her bed. She was a little frustrated at Zel for trying to stay out of the ball, and she got even more angry at herself because she knew that she couldn't really blame him for not wanting to be there. She just wished he would be more cooperative. Tonight, tonight....tonight she had an opportunity that she had wanted for so long. He would be there, and whether he believed it or not, he would be the most handsome young man in the world. She would be wearing one of her best dresses, and then they would dance together. She let out a whistful sigh. If he'd cooperate, she'd dance with him the whole time, and nobody else, but she knew that wouldn't happen. "Hmph, I'll be lucky if I even get half a dance from him," she pouted. What was it about him? What drew her to him? He was one of the gloomiest people she had ever met, but he did have his reasons. Why? Why did she bear these feelings for him? She had never really questioned it, and her frustration only reassured her of her feelings because her frustration spawned from the thought of not being able to spend time with him. For some reason, she decided to examine her affection. Why did she have feelings for him? She thought long and hard in that silent room. In her mind, it was the noisiest silence imaginable. She came up with several different reasons, but she finally concluded on what she thought was the best reason. "Because I do," she said while smiling serenely. She let out a sigh of relief and contentment. Perhaps that's how love is. It just happens.
However, this peaceful happiness began to ebb, and her smile drifted away. Her feelings didn't matter if Zelgadis didn't feel the same way about her, and he had given her no real reason to think that he thought of her as anything but a friend. He probably never would admit it if he did have feelings for her. His cure is his priority, plain and simple. Maybe she would have to just take a chance. If he would never speak up, then maybe she should and see what happens. She may not get another chance, but until the assassin was caught, he would stay here. The thought seemed interesting enough. Better to lose him because he didn't feel the same way than to lose him by letting him slip away and never knowing. That was better, wasn't it? Well, she would think more on that before making a decision. She hopped off of the bed and to her feet. Right now, she had to pick out a dress. It was kind of funny. This assassin may be turning out to be a good thing.
"Yes! You are stunning, monsieur!" Sylvester shouted in victory. Zelgadis wouldn't even look at himself in the mirror in front of him. He was already uncomfotable enough, he could at lest imagine that he wasn't wearing a suit. "Monsieur! Do not deny yourself such satisfaction!"
"I'll just take your word for it if you don't mind," he said bitterly.
"Oh please! At least indulge a starving artist and let him know that his work is good!" Sylvester pleaded. Zel sighed and slowly looked up to the mirror. The suit was a lighter shade of blue than his skin. It almost made his flesh look more natural because of how well the colors fit. Zel still wanted out of it, but he decided he would at least be polite.
"It looks nice. Good job," he said flatly.
"Oh! Thank you, monsieur! But this is only the first part. I must hem ze suit to make it perfect, so please stand still a little longer," Sylvester grabbed his needle and prepared to finish another masterpiece. For Zel, it couldn't end soon enough. He kept trying to distract himself from the way he was dressed. After scanning the room, he found himself staring at the row of bizarre clothing.
"Do you make all of these clothes?" Zel asked.
"But of course!"
"That row seems.....interesting."
Sylvester looked up to glance at the clothes. He then let out a sigh and shook his head as he went back to work. "Indeed. Those are my...less successful creations." Zel, desparate to stop thinking about what was happening, tried to continue the conversation.
"Why do you keep them?" he asked. At this, Sylvester stopped immediately and looked at Zelgadis with surprise.
"Why?! They are my creations! This iz my art! I keep everything I make!" He went back to his work.
"Does anyone wear them?"
"I do, occaisionally." Zel found this amusing because someone wearing those clothes might attract more attention than him. Sylvester continued, "They are not popular, but excellence does not guarantee acceptance."
"What do you mean?" Zel asked, confused.
"I mean that just because something iz truly great or beautiful, does not mean that people vill embrace it. These clothes may be strange, but they are full of color, and the are unique! I may be the only person who ever wears them, but that iz enough. Clothes are meant to be worn, and these are worn. That gives them purpose, and beauty." Zel didn't really buy into what Sylvester was saying, but as long as he kept talking he served as a distraction. Sylvester looked back up at Zel. "You, monsieur, would do well to learn this."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Monsieur knows exactly what I mean."
"Wait, I..."
"Fini!" Sylvester interrupted. He took a step back to admire his work. "Now, you will be perfect!"
Zel took another look at himself in the mirror. He had to admit that it did match very well. He may as well make the best of it.
"Now, we will start with your hair!"
"What?!"
Amelia sat patiently in front of a mirror as her maid brushed through her hair. She still hadn't decided on a dress. She couldn't think straight about what would be best. She could dress in blue to match Zelgadis, but he might be offended by that. Purple would be nice, but if she danced with him they'd look like a walking bruise. Maybe green...or pink. Without realizing it, she let out a small sigh.
"Something wrong, highness?"
"Eh? Oh, nothing. I guess all this preparation can get a bit tedious."
"Yes, but you'll be a marvellous sight for the ball. May I ask why you haven't chosen a dress yet?"
"Um, I just can't seem to decide this time. I'll figure out something."
"I'm sure you will." The maid continued to brush. After a moment of silence, she ventured a question, "So, who is that new bodyguard of yours?"
"That's Zelgadis....I travelled with him when I was adventuring with Lina Inverse."
"Oh, so he's a hero?"
"Yes, he's saved me quite a few times."
"Is he...um...well..."
"His grandfather made him that way."
"Oh..." desparate to move to another subject, "Well, I think he's actually quite handsome."
"He is, but he'll never believe it."
"You've told him?"
"Well, sort of. He's not exactly the easiest person to compliment. At least in that way."
"I can understand why he'd think himself ugly, then. I'd think I was ugly if nobody ever told me otherwise."
"But I've told him that his skin doesn't bother me, and that I like him for who he is."
"That's a little different. Telling him you're ok with his complexion is nice, but telling him that you're attracted to him could make a world of difference. He may have never heard a girl say that since he changed."
"Yeah...maybe you're right..."
The maid finished with Amelia's hair and began to leave. "You look lovely, highness. I'll let you finish picking out a dress now."
"Thanks. You did a great job." Just before the maid left, Amelia had a sudden realization, "Wait a minute! I never said I was attracted to him! I just said I that he's handsome! That's different!" she said in a slight panic.
The maid snickered slightly. "If you say so, princess." She left, and Amelia felt just a little embarrassed. She looked into her mirror and saw that she was blushing profusely.
Zel leaned patiently against the ballroom wall. The ball was moving into full swing, with hundreds of guests that had been all checked before even being allowed on the castle grounds. It was meant to be fun, but Phil was not about to jeopardize his daughter's life. Zel chose to play the wallflower. He was embarrassed in his suit, reguardless of how good anyone may have thought it looked on him. It just didn't feel right to him. He sipped occaisionally at a glass of wine.
"Hmmm...she's pretty late." He couldn't help but worry. This whole event could be the assassin's dream-come-true. No matter how tight security may be, he wasn't going to feel ok until Amelia was under his protection.
Prince Phil was busy mingling with the guests. It was obvious that he was popular among the people. As long as nobody was bothering him, he'd be fine. He looked down at his glass, shrugged, and took a large gulp, consuming the remainder of the wine. It helped him relax, so he didn't have to think that people were staring at him. Well, an empty glass does little good, so he went to refill his glass. Large tables were set up, filled with food and drink. He made his way to the table and filled the glass with whatever bottle he could get to fastest. With that done, he retreated back to his area. He only made it halfway there.
"It's Princess Amelia!" He stopped dead in his tracks. He was relieved to know that she was alright. He turned to see her. Zel was as hard as a rock, but even rock has a breaking point. When he saw Amelia entering the room in her jade green dress, something snapped in him. It took him a moment to realize that his mouth was open. She wore gloves that matched her dress, they went up over her forearms, and she wore an actual jade necklace. She quickly had people drawing towards her in order to greet her. Zel was stuck in his spot. After blinking and regaining his senses, he debated on whether he should go meet her or wait for the small crowd to disperse. He opted to wait and sip at his wine.
Amelia was well accustomed to mingling with the people, since she was as popular with the citizens as her father was. It never bothered her. It was good to know that the people were happy with the royal family. It was not good to see that Zelgadis was not among her greeters. She took quick glances about the room in between people. Finally, she spotted him. There he was, sulking by himself near a wall, sipping a glass of wine. He saw her, and she knew he did. "mmm! Can't he at least try to have some fun?! He could at least come say 'hello," she thought to herself. She calmed down and remembered that this must be difficult for him. Afterall, he never liked being in public, so social events probably are not his cup of tea(no pun intended). Well, if he wasn't going to come to her, she would go to him. She excused herself from the small crowd and made her way through. At least Zel had the decency to pry himself from the wall in order to meet her as she approached. They stood there for a moment and looked each other over. After getting closer and forgetting her frustration, she was able to notice just how handsome he was.
"I, uh, I was wondering when you were going to get here," said Zel.
"Yeah, I was running a little late, trying to get everything ready."
"You look...stunning, Amelia," there was a certain softness, and sincerity to his voice.
"Thanks," she looked at the floor as she blushed. "You look very handsome, too." She slowly looked up, and saw that he was blushing too. She covered her mouth and giggled.
"What is it?"
"You're blushing! It's so cute!"
"What?! What are you talking about?" he tried desparately to stop blushing, but the fact that she had seen him only made him grow redder. She was now laughing out loud. "Oh, and I suppose you aren't blushing as well?"
"huh?" she tried to cover her face. "Well, I..uh.." she was interrupted by the sound of the music starting. It was a moderately paced tune. Amelia decided that she might as well take her chance now. "Come on, Zelgadis. Let's dance!" she said with a smile.
Zel looked towards the dance floor, filled with couples trouncing about. He looked back at Amelia, "I don't know...I'm not much of a dancer."
"It'll be fun! Just give it a try."
"That's ok, Amelia. I think I'll just watch. You go have fun. I'm sure that there are plenty of people here that would be happy to dance with you."
"Oh, come on! Please?" she said with longful eyes.
Zel gave an inward sigh, "Maybe later, we'll see."
"Alright, then..." she decided that that was probably the best she was going to get from him, so she would try to enjoy herself without him for now. She was disappointed, but still hopeful. She made her way towards the dancing area. It didn't take long for a young man to approach her.
"Princess Amelia, I would be honored if I may have this dance," the young man gave an elegant bow and extended his hand gracefully. She gave him a smile and took his hand.
"I'd be happy to dance," and with that they made their way to the dancing area. She placed her free hand on his shoulder and he placed his on her waist, and they began to waltz.
Zelgadis seemed content enough to sit quietly and watch. The room was covered with a wide array of dancers, from the ones that flowed like water, to the couples that were just learning. No matter how skilled the dancers were, everybody was having fun. Except Zelgadis. For some reason, something was bothering him. The suit? No, he was actually starting to get used to wearing it. Maybe he didn't like the music? Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been listening to the music very much. It certainly wasn't the wine that bothered him. It was probably the atmosphere. Yes, the atmosphere did bother him, but that wasn't all. There was something else that irritated him even more. He decided he'd forget about it and keep watching Amelia dance. "Dancing with some pretty-boy that she probably doesn't even know...and he probably only wants to dance with her because she's royalty," he thought to himself. He was suddenly taken back by this thought. "Where did that come from?" He shrugged it off and took another sip of wine. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself out there. How could she not? She was the princess that everyone loved. Almost unconsciously, Zelgadis became more and more uncomfortable as he watched the two dance. "Just who is this guy? Sweeping my Amelia across the floor like he's every woman's dream..... ...what the hell?! Did I just think....MY Amelia?!" he blushed again. "Something's wrong with me..." he thought as he downed the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Am I...am I jealous?!" he thought surprisingly. "That's stupid." He decided to stop watching in order to take his mind off her. He set his glass down on a table and moved along the wall to a window. It was a fairly clear evening. Only a few clouds in the sky, and the stars were easily seen. He couldn't find the moon, however.
He knew that the assassin was out there watching. Possibly looking right at Zel, since he would have to kill the bodyguard before he could get to the princess. Wait...no he didn't...
Zelgadis whirled around and walked briskly back to the dance area with a spell ready on his lips. By the time he spotted Amelia, the dance had ended. Amelia and her partner bowed to one another, and parted. Zel let out a sigh of relief. If the man she was dancing with had been the assassin, Amelia would be dead right now. He had to watch her. Even if it bothered him, he couldn't let her out of his sight. The assassin could be in disguise as anyone here. He leaned back against a wall, and kept his gaze on Amelia. He tried to make himself look inconspicuous, but never lost track of her. She began socializing with some of the local nobility, and others from neighboring cities. A small crowd began to gather around her. "If this gets any bigger, I won't be able to see her!" Everyone was being too carefree. It was almost like they were trying to hand her to the assassin. All he would have to do is walk right by her as she was distracted by the conversation and that would be it. Zel was trying to think of a way to get her out of there. Suddenly the music started again. It was a slow and sweet melody. Zelgadis took a deep breath and sighed heavily.
"Well, here goes..." He moved over to where Amelia was talking.
He positioned himself to the side of Amelia and tried to approach her without attracting too much attention to himself, although he knew that was impossible. "Amelia," he said, and she turned toward him, "would you like to dance?" The first thing Zel noticed was the awkward looks on the faces of every other person in that conversation. Some turned there noses up at him, and others seemed shocked that he would ask such a question. Zel felt himself starting to sweat, but when he saw Amelia's face, everything felt better. Her eyes were beaming, he cheeks were a little red, and her smile was perfect. It wasn't a large smile, it was almost as if she were so happy that her muscles weren't strong enough to smile any more.
"I'd love too, Zelgadis," she replied. Zelgadis forgot about the stares directed at him, and even smiled a little. He gently extended his open hand, and she placed hers in it. They moved to an area where they had more room, but Zel tried to go to a spot that he thought would attract the least attention. The two looked at each other, a little embarrassed, and Amelia took Zel's other hand and placed it on her waist. She put her other hand on his shoulder, and they stood there like that for just a moment. Amelia realized they were standing still and she spoke up, "Um, you're, uh...supposed to lead."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not used to this."
"Neither am I," Amelia thought out loud.
"What do you mean?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing! I'm sure you'll do fine." They began to sway gently. Amelia could hardly believe what was happening. She had already seen in her mind what was going to happen this evening. A little later she was going to ask Zelgadis to dance again, and he would come up with some other excuse, and then she would try more but each time he'd somehow refuse. She was sure that would happen, but she never believed that this would happen. He actually approached her. She wasn't even really thinking about dancing. She was just immersed in nearness of him. His hand gently wrapped around hers, she thought of every part of their bodies that were in contact with one another. As far as she was concerned, this was the only thing happening in the world right now. She was dancing with Zelgadis, and he asked her. She was so content that she didn't realize that she had been staring at his chest. She looked up towards his face. She was still blushing a little, but she didn't care. As her eyes met his....she found that he was looking away. He wasn't even looking at her. His eyes were moving slowly around the room, like he was scanning the area. She felt the magic of the moment drop a little. Was he too embarrassed to enjoy this? "Zelgadis, what are you looking at?"
"I've...got a bad feeling. I'm keeping my guard up just in case the assassin tries something." Amelia frowned a little. She was glad that Zelgadis was thinking of her, but she wanted this to be more than just protection. She wanted this to be a dance between them, a moment they can share together. She moved closer to him, wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and layed her head against his chest.
"Relax, we're supposed to have fun tonight," she said softly. Zelgadis's eyes were as wide as saucers. He wasn't sure how to react to this. He knew people were staring now if they weren't before, but he didn't care as much. His heart was pounding, but he noticed that hers was as well. That comforted him. She was nervous as well. Perhaps she did have feelings for him! With that, he let the gentle beat of her heart sooth his mind, and he moved his arm around her waist to hold her better. Amelia, without even thinking, spread her fingers and interlaced them with Zelgadis's. For the first time that evening, Zelgadis was at ease. There were people staring, but he didn't see them. For the first time in years, he felt human. And although the assassin was still out there, there was no way that he would allow any harm to come to her.
They gently glided along the dance floor in their own world until the music ended, and then they stood there like that for a moment. Amelia had her eyes closed as she rested against him. After a while, they parted, but kept hold of each other's hand. They looked at one another, a bit embarrassed and unsure of what to do. Amelia smiled at Zel, and he returned one.
The rest of the ball was a blur. Zelgadis remained close to Amelia until the end, and nobody made any innappropriate comments about Zel. After the ball had ended and everyone had left, Amelia and Zelgadis returned to Amelia's room. She had already changed and was just curling up into bed. Zel sat in his chair, glad to be out of that suit and back into his traveling outfit. After Amelia had gotten comfortably under her covers, she sat up and looked over at Zelgadis.
"Zelgadis, I'm sorry you had to get all dressed up. I know you didn't like it, but...I...I really had a lot of fun tonight," she looked down as she blushed.
Zelgadis laughed very softly. "Don't worry about it, Amelia." She looked back up at him. "I had fun too," he said with a smile.
Everybody Have Fun Tonight
"mmm....mmmmm..."
"Huh?"
"Yaaawn..."
"Are you finally awake?"
"What?" Zelgadis slowly opened his eyes to see Amelia in a chair on the other side of the room. She was already in her usual white garments, and seemed well awake.
"You sleep pretty late, Zelgadis," Amelia said with a smile.
"What? What time is it?"
"It's a little after eleven."
"Great...some bodyguard I am," he said while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Oh, it's ok. I've been in here the whole time. I would've waked you if I needed your help."
This seemed a bit peculiar to Zel. "You've been in here the whole time you've been awake?"
"Well, yeah."
"I guess that's good that you didn't go somewhere without me, but you could've gotten me up."
"Yeah, but you seemed so peaceful so I decided to let you sleep. Do you always sleep late?"
"Er...not really. I just had trouble sleeping last night. I guess I'm just used to sleeping outside or at inns."
"I see. Maybe you should stay in one of the guest rooms. It'd be better if you slept in a bed, and I don't think that assassin is about to try anything else."
"No. I don't think that's a good idea. I'll be fine in this chair."
Amelia frowned slightly, "If that's what you want," Amelia was interuppted by the roar of her own stomach. She gave an embarrased grin and looked away as she blushed.
"You haven't even eaten yet?"
"No,I told the guards to just hold off on our breakfast because I wanted to wait until you woke up. It would be awkward if you had to eat by yourself," she smiled charmingly.
She had a point, but Zel still let out a sigh, "Amelia, you really should've just gotten me up."
"We'll worry about all that later. Right now, food is more of a priority. Come on!" And with that, they left for breakfast. Or was it brunch?
After a hearty meal, Prince Phil arrived at the dining room in order to greet his daughter and friend.
"Well, it's about time you got up, Zelgadis. You must've slept like a...er.." Prince Phil trailed off.
"...like a rock?" Zel finished.
"Not necessarily!" Phil tried to cover up for his faux pas.
"Don't worry about it," Zel tried not to let it bother him.
A subject change was in order, "Well, what exactly do you two have planned for today?" inquired Phil.
Amelia leaned her elbows on the table and placed her chin in her hands, "Hmmmmm....well, I guess we could always play chess, or maybe do some reading or something." She didn't exactly sound thrilled at the thought. "I guess going outside is one of those things we take for granted. There's not much to do when you have to stay indoors."
Phil didn't like the sound of this. He knew that the whole situation was hard for Amelia, that's why he had given her a break from her normal duties. He wanted her to have something to keep her mind off of the fact that she was in danger. Still, he couldn't let her wander around outside. Not even in the gardens or the courtyards. It was simply too dangerous. However, he had a nice idea to keep them both entertained.
"Well since you have to be cooped up in the palace, why don't we go ahead and have a ball this evening?" Phil let out a jolly laugh.
Amelia's face brightened while Zelgadis's became doubtful. "A ball! That would be great, daddy!" Her face suddenly became concerned, "Wait a minute, tonight? That doesn't give anyone much time to get prepared."
Phil laughed again, "I'm sure that the people will be more than willing to rush just to see that you're doing fine, besides, it'll give the two of you something to do all day!"
"Oh daddy, you're great!" Amelia rushed toward him and hugged him tightly. Zel just sipped at his coffee. Then she turned to Zel, "Come on, Zelgadis. We have to get you a suit!" Out came the coffee.
"What?! A suit?!"
"Of course! It's only fitting to dress up for a ball." She was smiling ear to ear. She was enjoying this way too much, and Zel was about to have a stroke. "This'll be great! You'll look so handsome!"
"Now wait just a minute! I...uh..I don't have a suit! Yeah!" Zel protested pitifully.
"That's ok! We can find one for you! I'm sure that you'll look great!" her eyes were sparkling. "Come on!" Amelia started to pull Zel by his arm, but he held his ground.
"Hold it! I think I can handle the monotany of the palace, so you can have fun at the ball and I'll just be there in case you need my help," said Zel.
"Aww, don't be such a baby. I won't have any fun if you don't go to the ball. I'm sure you're a great dancer!"
"I do NOT dance."
"Then you'll have to learn how! Now come on! This'll be good for you." She was now dragging him by the arm. Zel had pretty much given up since he knew that Amelia never would. He'd just hide or something during the ball. Amelia led him through the palace until they came to a room full of fabrics, yarn, strings, sewing equipment, and rows of beautiful garments. There was a row for dresses, one for tunics, one for suits, one for casual clothes, and what looked like one for experimental clothing. The last row had various articles on it with bizarre designes and flashy colors. They may have been unique, but they were hardly anything that someone would want to wear. Various pieces of fabric laid on the floor, and the back wall was lined with closets. Amelia seemed to be looking around for something, but she wasn't really looking at the suits. "Sylvester! Are you in here?!" she called out. Suddenly, there was a loud thump from one of the closets, followed by some muffled cursing. The closet opened, and a butler stepped out while rubbing his head. He kept excellent posture at all times, and didn't really seem to open his eyes very much. After he was through rubbing his head, he approached the two and spoke.
"Ah, forgive me, madame. I was searching for inspiration, so I decided to meditate in ze closet."
"That's ok. Zelgadis, this is Sylvester, a butler that specializes in clothing. Sylvester, this is Zelgadis, my friend and bodyguard."
"A pleasure, monsieur," he bowed. Zel was greatful that he didn't bother to open his eyes all the way. "Now, vat can I do for you, madame?"
"Zelgadis needs a suit. There's going to be a ball tonight!" she said with glee.
"A ball! Vonderful! Let me take a look here." Sylvester opened his eyes and saw Zelgadis. His eyes went wide with shock and he gasped like he had never breathed before. Zelgadis looked at the floor waiting for what he knew was coming. He was just about to leave until Sylvester spoke. "This is MARVELOUS!" Zel looked up quickly and raised one eyebrow in confusion. "Yes! I have ze perfect suit for you! Your blue skin vill be perfect with it! You will be c'est magnifique!" Zel couldn't believe it. Did this guy think about anything besides clothing? Sylvester turned to Amelia, "Vorry not, madame! He vill be more zan ready for tonight!"
"Thanks, Sylvester," Amelia said with a smile. She faced Zel, "Well, I'll let him handle things from here. I'm off to get ready!" Zelgadis saw his chance to escape this nightmare.
"Wait! What if the assassin shows up again? I should be outside your door in case you need my help," he stated quickly. He really was thinking of her safety, but keeping him uninvolved with the ball served as a nice bonus for him.
"Don't worry about that. I'll have guards outside the room. Just relax and try to have fun! See you later," and with that she left.
"Great...I'm sure I'll have loads of fun," Zel mumbled to himself.
"Now, monsieur, if you vill accompany me," Sylvester led him towards the suits.
"Sure...no problem."
"Zelgadis is such a baby!" Amelia said as she searched through her dresses. She stopped her search and laid down on her bed. She was a little frustrated at Zel for trying to stay out of the ball, and she got even more angry at herself because she knew that she couldn't really blame him for not wanting to be there. She just wished he would be more cooperative. Tonight, tonight....tonight she had an opportunity that she had wanted for so long. He would be there, and whether he believed it or not, he would be the most handsome young man in the world. She would be wearing one of her best dresses, and then they would dance together. She let out a whistful sigh. If he'd cooperate, she'd dance with him the whole time, and nobody else, but she knew that wouldn't happen. "Hmph, I'll be lucky if I even get half a dance from him," she pouted. What was it about him? What drew her to him? He was one of the gloomiest people she had ever met, but he did have his reasons. Why? Why did she bear these feelings for him? She had never really questioned it, and her frustration only reassured her of her feelings because her frustration spawned from the thought of not being able to spend time with him. For some reason, she decided to examine her affection. Why did she have feelings for him? She thought long and hard in that silent room. In her mind, it was the noisiest silence imaginable. She came up with several different reasons, but she finally concluded on what she thought was the best reason. "Because I do," she said while smiling serenely. She let out a sigh of relief and contentment. Perhaps that's how love is. It just happens.
However, this peaceful happiness began to ebb, and her smile drifted away. Her feelings didn't matter if Zelgadis didn't feel the same way about her, and he had given her no real reason to think that he thought of her as anything but a friend. He probably never would admit it if he did have feelings for her. His cure is his priority, plain and simple. Maybe she would have to just take a chance. If he would never speak up, then maybe she should and see what happens. She may not get another chance, but until the assassin was caught, he would stay here. The thought seemed interesting enough. Better to lose him because he didn't feel the same way than to lose him by letting him slip away and never knowing. That was better, wasn't it? Well, she would think more on that before making a decision. She hopped off of the bed and to her feet. Right now, she had to pick out a dress. It was kind of funny. This assassin may be turning out to be a good thing.
"Yes! You are stunning, monsieur!" Sylvester shouted in victory. Zelgadis wouldn't even look at himself in the mirror in front of him. He was already uncomfotable enough, he could at lest imagine that he wasn't wearing a suit. "Monsieur! Do not deny yourself such satisfaction!"
"I'll just take your word for it if you don't mind," he said bitterly.
"Oh please! At least indulge a starving artist and let him know that his work is good!" Sylvester pleaded. Zel sighed and slowly looked up to the mirror. The suit was a lighter shade of blue than his skin. It almost made his flesh look more natural because of how well the colors fit. Zel still wanted out of it, but he decided he would at least be polite.
"It looks nice. Good job," he said flatly.
"Oh! Thank you, monsieur! But this is only the first part. I must hem ze suit to make it perfect, so please stand still a little longer," Sylvester grabbed his needle and prepared to finish another masterpiece. For Zel, it couldn't end soon enough. He kept trying to distract himself from the way he was dressed. After scanning the room, he found himself staring at the row of bizarre clothing.
"Do you make all of these clothes?" Zel asked.
"But of course!"
"That row seems.....interesting."
Sylvester looked up to glance at the clothes. He then let out a sigh and shook his head as he went back to work. "Indeed. Those are my...less successful creations." Zel, desparate to stop thinking about what was happening, tried to continue the conversation.
"Why do you keep them?" he asked. At this, Sylvester stopped immediately and looked at Zelgadis with surprise.
"Why?! They are my creations! This iz my art! I keep everything I make!" He went back to his work.
"Does anyone wear them?"
"I do, occaisionally." Zel found this amusing because someone wearing those clothes might attract more attention than him. Sylvester continued, "They are not popular, but excellence does not guarantee acceptance."
"What do you mean?" Zel asked, confused.
"I mean that just because something iz truly great or beautiful, does not mean that people vill embrace it. These clothes may be strange, but they are full of color, and the are unique! I may be the only person who ever wears them, but that iz enough. Clothes are meant to be worn, and these are worn. That gives them purpose, and beauty." Zel didn't really buy into what Sylvester was saying, but as long as he kept talking he served as a distraction. Sylvester looked back up at Zel. "You, monsieur, would do well to learn this."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Monsieur knows exactly what I mean."
"Wait, I..."
"Fini!" Sylvester interrupted. He took a step back to admire his work. "Now, you will be perfect!"
Zel took another look at himself in the mirror. He had to admit that it did match very well. He may as well make the best of it.
"Now, we will start with your hair!"
"What?!"
Amelia sat patiently in front of a mirror as her maid brushed through her hair. She still hadn't decided on a dress. She couldn't think straight about what would be best. She could dress in blue to match Zelgadis, but he might be offended by that. Purple would be nice, but if she danced with him they'd look like a walking bruise. Maybe green...or pink. Without realizing it, she let out a small sigh.
"Something wrong, highness?"
"Eh? Oh, nothing. I guess all this preparation can get a bit tedious."
"Yes, but you'll be a marvellous sight for the ball. May I ask why you haven't chosen a dress yet?"
"Um, I just can't seem to decide this time. I'll figure out something."
"I'm sure you will." The maid continued to brush. After a moment of silence, she ventured a question, "So, who is that new bodyguard of yours?"
"That's Zelgadis....I travelled with him when I was adventuring with Lina Inverse."
"Oh, so he's a hero?"
"Yes, he's saved me quite a few times."
"Is he...um...well..."
"His grandfather made him that way."
"Oh..." desparate to move to another subject, "Well, I think he's actually quite handsome."
"He is, but he'll never believe it."
"You've told him?"
"Well, sort of. He's not exactly the easiest person to compliment. At least in that way."
"I can understand why he'd think himself ugly, then. I'd think I was ugly if nobody ever told me otherwise."
"But I've told him that his skin doesn't bother me, and that I like him for who he is."
"That's a little different. Telling him you're ok with his complexion is nice, but telling him that you're attracted to him could make a world of difference. He may have never heard a girl say that since he changed."
"Yeah...maybe you're right..."
The maid finished with Amelia's hair and began to leave. "You look lovely, highness. I'll let you finish picking out a dress now."
"Thanks. You did a great job." Just before the maid left, Amelia had a sudden realization, "Wait a minute! I never said I was attracted to him! I just said I that he's handsome! That's different!" she said in a slight panic.
The maid snickered slightly. "If you say so, princess." She left, and Amelia felt just a little embarrassed. She looked into her mirror and saw that she was blushing profusely.
Zel leaned patiently against the ballroom wall. The ball was moving into full swing, with hundreds of guests that had been all checked before even being allowed on the castle grounds. It was meant to be fun, but Phil was not about to jeopardize his daughter's life. Zel chose to play the wallflower. He was embarrassed in his suit, reguardless of how good anyone may have thought it looked on him. It just didn't feel right to him. He sipped occaisionally at a glass of wine.
"Hmmm...she's pretty late." He couldn't help but worry. This whole event could be the assassin's dream-come-true. No matter how tight security may be, he wasn't going to feel ok until Amelia was under his protection.
Prince Phil was busy mingling with the guests. It was obvious that he was popular among the people. As long as nobody was bothering him, he'd be fine. He looked down at his glass, shrugged, and took a large gulp, consuming the remainder of the wine. It helped him relax, so he didn't have to think that people were staring at him. Well, an empty glass does little good, so he went to refill his glass. Large tables were set up, filled with food and drink. He made his way to the table and filled the glass with whatever bottle he could get to fastest. With that done, he retreated back to his area. He only made it halfway there.
"It's Princess Amelia!" He stopped dead in his tracks. He was relieved to know that she was alright. He turned to see her. Zel was as hard as a rock, but even rock has a breaking point. When he saw Amelia entering the room in her jade green dress, something snapped in him. It took him a moment to realize that his mouth was open. She wore gloves that matched her dress, they went up over her forearms, and she wore an actual jade necklace. She quickly had people drawing towards her in order to greet her. Zel was stuck in his spot. After blinking and regaining his senses, he debated on whether he should go meet her or wait for the small crowd to disperse. He opted to wait and sip at his wine.
Amelia was well accustomed to mingling with the people, since she was as popular with the citizens as her father was. It never bothered her. It was good to know that the people were happy with the royal family. It was not good to see that Zelgadis was not among her greeters. She took quick glances about the room in between people. Finally, she spotted him. There he was, sulking by himself near a wall, sipping a glass of wine. He saw her, and she knew he did. "mmm! Can't he at least try to have some fun?! He could at least come say 'hello," she thought to herself. She calmed down and remembered that this must be difficult for him. Afterall, he never liked being in public, so social events probably are not his cup of tea(no pun intended). Well, if he wasn't going to come to her, she would go to him. She excused herself from the small crowd and made her way through. At least Zel had the decency to pry himself from the wall in order to meet her as she approached. They stood there for a moment and looked each other over. After getting closer and forgetting her frustration, she was able to notice just how handsome he was.
"I, uh, I was wondering when you were going to get here," said Zel.
"Yeah, I was running a little late, trying to get everything ready."
"You look...stunning, Amelia," there was a certain softness, and sincerity to his voice.
"Thanks," she looked at the floor as she blushed. "You look very handsome, too." She slowly looked up, and saw that he was blushing too. She covered her mouth and giggled.
"What is it?"
"You're blushing! It's so cute!"
"What?! What are you talking about?" he tried desparately to stop blushing, but the fact that she had seen him only made him grow redder. She was now laughing out loud. "Oh, and I suppose you aren't blushing as well?"
"huh?" she tried to cover her face. "Well, I..uh.." she was interrupted by the sound of the music starting. It was a moderately paced tune. Amelia decided that she might as well take her chance now. "Come on, Zelgadis. Let's dance!" she said with a smile.
Zel looked towards the dance floor, filled with couples trouncing about. He looked back at Amelia, "I don't know...I'm not much of a dancer."
"It'll be fun! Just give it a try."
"That's ok, Amelia. I think I'll just watch. You go have fun. I'm sure that there are plenty of people here that would be happy to dance with you."
"Oh, come on! Please?" she said with longful eyes.
Zel gave an inward sigh, "Maybe later, we'll see."
"Alright, then..." she decided that that was probably the best she was going to get from him, so she would try to enjoy herself without him for now. She was disappointed, but still hopeful. She made her way towards the dancing area. It didn't take long for a young man to approach her.
"Princess Amelia, I would be honored if I may have this dance," the young man gave an elegant bow and extended his hand gracefully. She gave him a smile and took his hand.
"I'd be happy to dance," and with that they made their way to the dancing area. She placed her free hand on his shoulder and he placed his on her waist, and they began to waltz.
Zelgadis seemed content enough to sit quietly and watch. The room was covered with a wide array of dancers, from the ones that flowed like water, to the couples that were just learning. No matter how skilled the dancers were, everybody was having fun. Except Zelgadis. For some reason, something was bothering him. The suit? No, he was actually starting to get used to wearing it. Maybe he didn't like the music? Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been listening to the music very much. It certainly wasn't the wine that bothered him. It was probably the atmosphere. Yes, the atmosphere did bother him, but that wasn't all. There was something else that irritated him even more. He decided he'd forget about it and keep watching Amelia dance. "Dancing with some pretty-boy that she probably doesn't even know...and he probably only wants to dance with her because she's royalty," he thought to himself. He was suddenly taken back by this thought. "Where did that come from?" He shrugged it off and took another sip of wine. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself out there. How could she not? She was the princess that everyone loved. Almost unconsciously, Zelgadis became more and more uncomfortable as he watched the two dance. "Just who is this guy? Sweeping my Amelia across the floor like he's every woman's dream..... ...what the hell?! Did I just think....MY Amelia?!" he blushed again. "Something's wrong with me..." he thought as he downed the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Am I...am I jealous?!" he thought surprisingly. "That's stupid." He decided to stop watching in order to take his mind off her. He set his glass down on a table and moved along the wall to a window. It was a fairly clear evening. Only a few clouds in the sky, and the stars were easily seen. He couldn't find the moon, however.
He knew that the assassin was out there watching. Possibly looking right at Zel, since he would have to kill the bodyguard before he could get to the princess. Wait...no he didn't...
Zelgadis whirled around and walked briskly back to the dance area with a spell ready on his lips. By the time he spotted Amelia, the dance had ended. Amelia and her partner bowed to one another, and parted. Zel let out a sigh of relief. If the man she was dancing with had been the assassin, Amelia would be dead right now. He had to watch her. Even if it bothered him, he couldn't let her out of his sight. The assassin could be in disguise as anyone here. He leaned back against a wall, and kept his gaze on Amelia. He tried to make himself look inconspicuous, but never lost track of her. She began socializing with some of the local nobility, and others from neighboring cities. A small crowd began to gather around her. "If this gets any bigger, I won't be able to see her!" Everyone was being too carefree. It was almost like they were trying to hand her to the assassin. All he would have to do is walk right by her as she was distracted by the conversation and that would be it. Zel was trying to think of a way to get her out of there. Suddenly the music started again. It was a slow and sweet melody. Zelgadis took a deep breath and sighed heavily.
"Well, here goes..." He moved over to where Amelia was talking.
He positioned himself to the side of Amelia and tried to approach her without attracting too much attention to himself, although he knew that was impossible. "Amelia," he said, and she turned toward him, "would you like to dance?" The first thing Zel noticed was the awkward looks on the faces of every other person in that conversation. Some turned there noses up at him, and others seemed shocked that he would ask such a question. Zel felt himself starting to sweat, but when he saw Amelia's face, everything felt better. Her eyes were beaming, he cheeks were a little red, and her smile was perfect. It wasn't a large smile, it was almost as if she were so happy that her muscles weren't strong enough to smile any more.
"I'd love too, Zelgadis," she replied. Zelgadis forgot about the stares directed at him, and even smiled a little. He gently extended his open hand, and she placed hers in it. They moved to an area where they had more room, but Zel tried to go to a spot that he thought would attract the least attention. The two looked at each other, a little embarrassed, and Amelia took Zel's other hand and placed it on her waist. She put her other hand on his shoulder, and they stood there like that for just a moment. Amelia realized they were standing still and she spoke up, "Um, you're, uh...supposed to lead."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not used to this."
"Neither am I," Amelia thought out loud.
"What do you mean?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing! I'm sure you'll do fine." They began to sway gently. Amelia could hardly believe what was happening. She had already seen in her mind what was going to happen this evening. A little later she was going to ask Zelgadis to dance again, and he would come up with some other excuse, and then she would try more but each time he'd somehow refuse. She was sure that would happen, but she never believed that this would happen. He actually approached her. She wasn't even really thinking about dancing. She was just immersed in nearness of him. His hand gently wrapped around hers, she thought of every part of their bodies that were in contact with one another. As far as she was concerned, this was the only thing happening in the world right now. She was dancing with Zelgadis, and he asked her. She was so content that she didn't realize that she had been staring at his chest. She looked up towards his face. She was still blushing a little, but she didn't care. As her eyes met his....she found that he was looking away. He wasn't even looking at her. His eyes were moving slowly around the room, like he was scanning the area. She felt the magic of the moment drop a little. Was he too embarrassed to enjoy this? "Zelgadis, what are you looking at?"
"I've...got a bad feeling. I'm keeping my guard up just in case the assassin tries something." Amelia frowned a little. She was glad that Zelgadis was thinking of her, but she wanted this to be more than just protection. She wanted this to be a dance between them, a moment they can share together. She moved closer to him, wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and layed her head against his chest.
"Relax, we're supposed to have fun tonight," she said softly. Zelgadis's eyes were as wide as saucers. He wasn't sure how to react to this. He knew people were staring now if they weren't before, but he didn't care as much. His heart was pounding, but he noticed that hers was as well. That comforted him. She was nervous as well. Perhaps she did have feelings for him! With that, he let the gentle beat of her heart sooth his mind, and he moved his arm around her waist to hold her better. Amelia, without even thinking, spread her fingers and interlaced them with Zelgadis's. For the first time that evening, Zelgadis was at ease. There were people staring, but he didn't see them. For the first time in years, he felt human. And although the assassin was still out there, there was no way that he would allow any harm to come to her.
They gently glided along the dance floor in their own world until the music ended, and then they stood there like that for a moment. Amelia had her eyes closed as she rested against him. After a while, they parted, but kept hold of each other's hand. They looked at one another, a bit embarrassed and unsure of what to do. Amelia smiled at Zel, and he returned one.
The rest of the ball was a blur. Zelgadis remained close to Amelia until the end, and nobody made any innappropriate comments about Zel. After the ball had ended and everyone had left, Amelia and Zelgadis returned to Amelia's room. She had already changed and was just curling up into bed. Zel sat in his chair, glad to be out of that suit and back into his traveling outfit. After Amelia had gotten comfortably under her covers, she sat up and looked over at Zelgadis.
"Zelgadis, I'm sorry you had to get all dressed up. I know you didn't like it, but...I...I really had a lot of fun tonight," she looked down as she blushed.
Zelgadis laughed very softly. "Don't worry about it, Amelia." She looked back up at him. "I had fun too," he said with a smile.