A/N: I am a huge Orlando Bloom fan, and so the main male character in this story is loosely based off him. (I mean loosely. I've changed some of the description of Orlando) Enjoy!
Chapter Two:
The village square was crowded as an outdoor market had set up. Cecilia blended in perfectly among the crowd and was able to browse without being recognized. If anyone would recognize her at all. She loved this village for that reason. It was about an hour's horse ride from the palace and very close to the country's border. Cecilia's kingdom was a rather small one due to a feud a few centuries back. When an heirless king had died, two dukes fought over the succession to the throne. In the end, the kingdom was split and remained under two monarchs. Cecilia could tell that these people probably wouldn't recognized any of the royalty from both countries, nor did they know which country they belonged to.
Cecilia stopped and admired the rare Alanaise flower that only grew in this particular village. She loved the smell of the violet colored flower that looked like it perpetually had snow on it. The locals claimed that it had the power to ward off the common cold, but Cecilia didn't believe in that. She could never take it home, or people would get suspicious. And she hardly ever got a cold, so there went that legend. She just loved its smell.
"Captivating, aren't they?" a male's voice said. She spun around and found herself staring into a pair of golden brown eyes. A blush rose unchecked to her cheeks and earned a smirk from the man before her. "Well, looks like I already made you blush. And it's so early in the day," he commented. In response, he received a hard jab to the stomach.
He watched as Cecilia walked away towards the wide grassy knoll at the edge of the village. He ran to catch up to her. "Cecilia, I'm sorry!" he said. She stopped short, causing him to bang into her. He fell to the ground, much to the delight of some of the near-by children. Cecilia turned around and looked down, victory spread upon her face. "Now we're even, Orlando," she said, sitting down in front of him. Orlando, still recovering from Cecilia's blow and his fall, only raised his hand in defeat.
Cecilia started to pick at the grass around her. "The weather is perfect for an outdoor market," she said, now looking at the cloudless sky. "And for a picnic," Orlando added. "A picnic. Whatever made you think of a picnic?" Cecilia asked. "I saw the nice weather, figured I'd run into you and packed one. Is cold chicken okay?" Orlando started to pull things out of the basket Cecilia hadn't noticed before. She took the chicken sandwich offered to her. Orlando poured some juice he had packed as well. "Well, cheers!" he said, clanking his cup with Cecilia's.
After this meal, Cecilia laid down in the grass and stared at the sky. Orlando was still cleaning up from the picnic, somewhat distracted by the red-head. "My birthday is soon," he heard her say. Neither of them had ever discussed their birthdays; his had already passed. It was like an unspoken agreement, just like the one where neither revealed their last name. "I'm going to be twenty," she continued. Orlando sat down next to her. "That's marriage age here." Cecilia's voice seemed to be cracking. 'Was she nervous?' he wondered. He may have known Cecilia for almost a year, but she didn't seem to show nervousness.
She suddenly bolted up. "I don't know what I'm saying," she said. "It's just I like you so much, but I can't introduce you yet to my parents. It's so aggravating," she babbled. Orlando leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Your babbling is quite endearing, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop it now. I can't introduce you to my parents either. I want to; I'm of marrying age myself," he told her. "Looks like we're in the same boat."
"Cecilia!" a voice cried out. She turned to find a disguised body guard from the palace running towards them. "Oh damn…" she said. "Who is he?" Orlando asked. "Cecilia," the guard said, "I've been ordered to escort you home. Now." Cecilia looked at Orlando. "Good-bye," she said, hugging him. She stood up and followed the guard.
Orlando watched her leave, looking dejected. He quickly panicked; would he ever she her again? He now silently cursed himself for never knowing her last name or where she lived. He picked up his basket and walked back to where he had tied his horse. Another man dressed similarly to Orlando greeted him. "How did it go?" the other asked. "Fine, until she was escorted home. I don't think I'm going to see her again, Matt," Orlando answered. Matt patted Orlando's back. Orlando mounted his horse just as two men rode up. "Oh damn…" he said, echoing Cecilia.
A/N: I am a huge Orlando Bloom fan, and so the main male character in this story is loosely based off him. (I mean loosely. I've changed some of the description of Orlando) Enjoy!
Chapter Two:
The village square was crowded as an outdoor market had set up. Cecilia blended in perfectly among the crowd and was able to browse without being recognized. If anyone would recognize her at all. She loved this village for that reason. It was about an hour's horse ride from the palace and very close to the country's border. Cecilia's kingdom was a rather small one due to a feud a few centuries back. When an heirless king had died, two dukes fought over the succession to the throne. In the end, the kingdom was split and remained under two monarchs. Cecilia could tell that these people probably wouldn't recognized any of the royalty from both countries, nor did they know which country they belonged to.
Cecilia stopped and admired the rare Alanaise flower that only grew in this particular village. She loved the smell of the violet colored flower that looked like it perpetually had snow on it. The locals claimed that it had the power to ward off the common cold, but Cecilia didn't believe in that. She could never take it home, or people would get suspicious. And she hardly ever got a cold, so there went that legend. She just loved its smell.
"Captivating, aren't they?" a male's voice said. She spun around and found herself staring into a pair of golden brown eyes. A blush rose unchecked to her cheeks and earned a smirk from the man before her. "Well, looks like I already made you blush. And it's so early in the day," he commented. In response, he received a hard jab to the stomach.
He watched as Cecilia walked away towards the wide grassy knoll at the edge of the village. He ran to catch up to her. "Cecilia, I'm sorry!" he said. She stopped short, causing him to bang into her. He fell to the ground, much to the delight of some of the near-by children. Cecilia turned around and looked down, victory spread upon her face. "Now we're even, Orlando," she said, sitting down in front of him. Orlando, still recovering from Cecilia's blow and his fall, only raised his hand in defeat.
Cecilia started to pick at the grass around her. "The weather is perfect for an outdoor market," she said, now looking at the cloudless sky. "And for a picnic," Orlando added. "A picnic. Whatever made you think of a picnic?" Cecilia asked. "I saw the nice weather, figured I'd run into you and packed one. Is cold chicken okay?" Orlando started to pull things out of the basket Cecilia hadn't noticed before. She took the chicken sandwich offered to her. Orlando poured some juice he had packed as well. "Well, cheers!" he said, clanking his cup with Cecilia's.
After this meal, Cecilia laid down in the grass and stared at the sky. Orlando was still cleaning up from the picnic, somewhat distracted by the red-head. "My birthday is soon," he heard her say. Neither of them had ever discussed their birthdays; his had already passed. It was like an unspoken agreement, just like the one where neither revealed their last name. "I'm going to be twenty," she continued. Orlando sat down next to her. "That's marriage age here." Cecilia's voice seemed to be cracking. 'Was she nervous?' he wondered. He may have known Cecilia for almost a year, but she didn't seem to show nervousness.
She suddenly bolted up. "I don't know what I'm saying," she said. "It's just I like you so much, but I can't introduce you yet to my parents. It's so aggravating," she babbled. Orlando leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Your babbling is quite endearing, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop it now. I can't introduce you to my parents either. I want to; I'm of marrying age myself," he told her. "Looks like we're in the same boat."
"Cecilia!" a voice cried out. She turned to find a disguised body guard from the palace running towards them. "Oh damn…" she said. "Who is he?" Orlando asked. "Cecilia," the guard said, "I've been ordered to escort you home. Now." Cecilia looked at Orlando. "Good-bye," she said, hugging him. She stood up and followed the guard.
Orlando watched her leave, looking dejected. He quickly panicked; would he ever she her again? He now silently cursed himself for never knowing her last name or where she lived. He picked up his basket and walked back to where he had tied his horse. Another man dressed similarly to Orlando greeted him. "How did it go?" the other asked. "Fine, until she was escorted home. I don't think I'm going to see her again, Matt," Orlando answered. Matt patted Orlando's back. Orlando mounted his horse just as two men rode up. "Oh damn…" he said, echoing Cecilia.
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A/N: Thanks to Nixie, my only reviewer! I'm glad you like it at least. Please, review more!! Thanks. ~*Mac*~