*Dodges flying tomatoes* AHHHH!! Ok, OK!! Look, I updated!! *Dodges flying
pineapple* Ok, Calm Down! I'm muchos grande apologetic for the huge
updating lapse: I have been doing stuff at the Sherlock Holmes board.
Everyone, go read The Baker Street Three, by March Hare; it's the greatest
thing ever written. Anyway. Lots of you voiced the concern about what would
happen when Danric Dearest got two invitations to the same party at
different times: I'll handle that. Now, Responses:
Wake-Robin: Oh, come on! There is no excuse for not rock climbing! If you live on a corporeal M-class planet, you have rocks. Go climb them!! It's not that hard, I promise!
SoccerFreak2516: Sorry. I keep using spell check, and I guess it keeps messing that up. I'll fix it. Thanx for pointing that out!
harryforeva: Luv the pen name. Happy now?
Alanna: I feel so loved =) I love my ideas, too!
LorindolTinuviel: Elen sila lumenn omentilmo, melon! sii'Alasse?
Lady Bee: Well, I'm updating, but soon...
fairydust123: Yeah, I'll fix that. I think it's sweet too. Too many marshmallows...
Danric-Lover: Thanx for your review of Midnight Dreary. Isn't fluff fun when it's in Baker Street? You're welcome you're welcome you're welcome! This chapter's gonna be longer.
Felsong: This is longer, but faster, again, I dunno about that.
Woah... Look at all the reviews! I feel so loved... ;) Anyway, here we go again!
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Meanwhile, in a Familiar Library Alcove...
"I've told you a thousand times father, NO! Not until I'm Married!"
"And when will that be? The country needs you, Vidanric! I no longer care about your flights of fantasy. If you wish to be wed, tell me her name, and arrangements for a coronation can be made for within the month!"
"I can't tell you her name!"
"Well why the bloody hell not?!"
Vidanric Renselaus, Marquis of Shevraeth and Heir to the Crown of Remalna let out a deep sigh as he sank on to a large square pillow on the floor. These arguments with his father were rare, but when they came around, hell was to pay. Bringing a delicate hand up to massage one temple, he glanced up and looked his father in the eye.
"Because." He simply stated.
"Because *WHY??*"
"Just Because." He had learned in years past that the best way to deal with his father was to let him run out his anger, then assail him while he was recovering.
"Father, I know what I'm doing. Just let me do it my way!"
"Well, 'Your Way' isn't fast enough! I give you one month. If, at the end of that time, you have not yet made the arrangements for a coronation, with or without your wedding, *I* will make the arrangements." Letting out a sigh that reminded one of the son, Prince Renselaus collapsed in to one of the empiric chairs kept in the alcove for just that purpose. The magma flow of the disagreement had boiled down, and now the two of them were just tired. "Why do you *want* to be married first, anyway? Or is this only a ploy to postpone the coronation; throw the country in to ruin.'
"Father, you know that I would never want that. But..." Vidanric still had difficulty explaining *why* he wished to be wed before he was crowned, though it seemed the most logical thing in the world to him. "Kings are normally *Married.* Galdran wasn't, but look at all of the great rulers of Remalna past. They were all forged through partnerships, so I see no reason why my time on the throne should not be, too."
Heaving himself out of the chair and supporting himself heavily on his cane, the Prince stood strait-backed and tall. "My decision still stands. One month from today, you will announce the date of the coronation, or I will. That is my judgement, and it shall stand." Vidanric made to stand up and follow him, but the Prince waved him back down. "No, nothing you can say will change my mind." He looked tenderly on his son, still young for such burdens as he had placed on himself. "Just remember: I must do what is in the best interests of Remalna, though it is sometimes hard. Do what you think is best." With that, the Prince stalked straight-backed out of the room, leaving the young Almost-King to his thoughts. Glancing wistfully at a letter on the table sealed with the Astiar crest, he laid his head against the table.
"I guess I may have to hurry things along a bit now," He said to the empty room.
/*\ \*/
The next morning, in Nee's room...
"Ok, we have the Grand Ballroom reserved, the food and decorations ordered, now all that remains is to order some guests!" Nee said around a mouthful of toast. She and Mel sat in the sunlit parlor that their rooms adjoined to.
"Order guests?" Mel said, a smile on her lips at the odd phrasing.
"Of course! Now, who should we invite?"
"Well, the obvious ones, Trishe and Deric, Savona, Tamara" This warranted a raised eyebrow from Nee. "Yes, I said Tamara; Of course you and Bran, Elenet--" Mel was cut off by Nee.
"What about Vidanric?"
"Shevraeth?" Mel said with a quizzical look. "Why in the world would I want to invite... *Him?*"
"It was only a suggestion, Mel. You don't have to invite him if you don't want to." Using the gift of a well-formed Court Mask, Nee acted as if the previous exchange had no consequence, and raised her cup of Chocolate. *It's probably just as well,* She thought. *I should hate to think of the confusion it would cause if Vidanric were to receive TWO letters!* And so Mel continued her planning, oblivious to how close to disaster she had just steered.
AN: So, what do you think? I'm pretty sure it's longer, but I won't wait so long in between updates this time. If you will excuse me, the CU Ice- Skating Rink is calling my name... Gotta pay attention to the seasons, folks!
Wake-Robin: Oh, come on! There is no excuse for not rock climbing! If you live on a corporeal M-class planet, you have rocks. Go climb them!! It's not that hard, I promise!
SoccerFreak2516: Sorry. I keep using spell check, and I guess it keeps messing that up. I'll fix it. Thanx for pointing that out!
harryforeva: Luv the pen name. Happy now?
Alanna: I feel so loved =) I love my ideas, too!
LorindolTinuviel: Elen sila lumenn omentilmo, melon! sii'Alasse?
Lady Bee: Well, I'm updating, but soon...
fairydust123: Yeah, I'll fix that. I think it's sweet too. Too many marshmallows...
Danric-Lover: Thanx for your review of Midnight Dreary. Isn't fluff fun when it's in Baker Street? You're welcome you're welcome you're welcome! This chapter's gonna be longer.
Felsong: This is longer, but faster, again, I dunno about that.
Woah... Look at all the reviews! I feel so loved... ;) Anyway, here we go again!
/*\ \*/
Meanwhile, in a Familiar Library Alcove...
"I've told you a thousand times father, NO! Not until I'm Married!"
"And when will that be? The country needs you, Vidanric! I no longer care about your flights of fantasy. If you wish to be wed, tell me her name, and arrangements for a coronation can be made for within the month!"
"I can't tell you her name!"
"Well why the bloody hell not?!"
Vidanric Renselaus, Marquis of Shevraeth and Heir to the Crown of Remalna let out a deep sigh as he sank on to a large square pillow on the floor. These arguments with his father were rare, but when they came around, hell was to pay. Bringing a delicate hand up to massage one temple, he glanced up and looked his father in the eye.
"Because." He simply stated.
"Because *WHY??*"
"Just Because." He had learned in years past that the best way to deal with his father was to let him run out his anger, then assail him while he was recovering.
"Father, I know what I'm doing. Just let me do it my way!"
"Well, 'Your Way' isn't fast enough! I give you one month. If, at the end of that time, you have not yet made the arrangements for a coronation, with or without your wedding, *I* will make the arrangements." Letting out a sigh that reminded one of the son, Prince Renselaus collapsed in to one of the empiric chairs kept in the alcove for just that purpose. The magma flow of the disagreement had boiled down, and now the two of them were just tired. "Why do you *want* to be married first, anyway? Or is this only a ploy to postpone the coronation; throw the country in to ruin.'
"Father, you know that I would never want that. But..." Vidanric still had difficulty explaining *why* he wished to be wed before he was crowned, though it seemed the most logical thing in the world to him. "Kings are normally *Married.* Galdran wasn't, but look at all of the great rulers of Remalna past. They were all forged through partnerships, so I see no reason why my time on the throne should not be, too."
Heaving himself out of the chair and supporting himself heavily on his cane, the Prince stood strait-backed and tall. "My decision still stands. One month from today, you will announce the date of the coronation, or I will. That is my judgement, and it shall stand." Vidanric made to stand up and follow him, but the Prince waved him back down. "No, nothing you can say will change my mind." He looked tenderly on his son, still young for such burdens as he had placed on himself. "Just remember: I must do what is in the best interests of Remalna, though it is sometimes hard. Do what you think is best." With that, the Prince stalked straight-backed out of the room, leaving the young Almost-King to his thoughts. Glancing wistfully at a letter on the table sealed with the Astiar crest, he laid his head against the table.
"I guess I may have to hurry things along a bit now," He said to the empty room.
/*\ \*/
The next morning, in Nee's room...
"Ok, we have the Grand Ballroom reserved, the food and decorations ordered, now all that remains is to order some guests!" Nee said around a mouthful of toast. She and Mel sat in the sunlit parlor that their rooms adjoined to.
"Order guests?" Mel said, a smile on her lips at the odd phrasing.
"Of course! Now, who should we invite?"
"Well, the obvious ones, Trishe and Deric, Savona, Tamara" This warranted a raised eyebrow from Nee. "Yes, I said Tamara; Of course you and Bran, Elenet--" Mel was cut off by Nee.
"What about Vidanric?"
"Shevraeth?" Mel said with a quizzical look. "Why in the world would I want to invite... *Him?*"
"It was only a suggestion, Mel. You don't have to invite him if you don't want to." Using the gift of a well-formed Court Mask, Nee acted as if the previous exchange had no consequence, and raised her cup of Chocolate. *It's probably just as well,* She thought. *I should hate to think of the confusion it would cause if Vidanric were to receive TWO letters!* And so Mel continued her planning, oblivious to how close to disaster she had just steered.
AN: So, what do you think? I'm pretty sure it's longer, but I won't wait so long in between updates this time. If you will excuse me, the CU Ice- Skating Rink is calling my name... Gotta pay attention to the seasons, folks!