[Okay, ya'll. My muse has decided to randomly strike again! This takes
place the day after the last chapter took place, about late afternoon. Hope
you guys like it!]
"Mistress, someone here to see you," Para said brightly to Lale. Lale had been writing in her diary, a daily pastime that she picked up from Beryl, but she set it aside.
"Okay, bring them in," Lale replied. She stood as Para left the room, and straightened her lavender skirts slightly. Setting a smile on her face, she waited impatiently for Para to return with her visitor. Soon enough, she did return—bringing Terem with her. Lale's smile widened, but Terem looked pale, exhausted, and anxious. Lale quickly sobered. Para quickly took her leave after a fleeting glance between the two.
"Terem—are you okay? Here, sit down," She said, frowning. This did not bode well in her opinion; Terem had seemed like the type to be cheerful and grinning unless true disaster struck. Terem sat heavily on Lale's sofa.
"Lale," he said, his voice thick. Lale sat next to him and watched him intently. He opened his mouth to speak, and then abruptly shut it again. Lale put her hand on his arm.
"Terem, what is it?" She asked, worried. His face softened a little as he looked at her, at which her heart gave—oddly— a little thump. He shook his head slowly.
"I can't—I can't tell you, exactly. All I can say is that we cannot see each other again, not for a while. Please don't ask why, it's for your safety," he said, quelling her reply. She noticed that he put a strange emphasis on the word 'see.' Was he hinting at something?
"Well, at least stay an hour or so now," Lale pleaded, but he shook his head again, more firmly.
"I cannot. Do not speak of this to anyone, Lale, promise me," He said, urgently. Lale was beginning to feel a little upset now. Was this his idea of a cruel joke? Or a rejection??
"I swear, it's not you," He added, noting the look on her face. "Promise me you won't talk to anyone about anything between us, not even the most innocent of details. And promise me that you'll—stay away from Darla—and Jeral," He finished, although he did not expect her to know who Jeral was.
"I- Okay, I promise," said Lale, bemusedly. Terem stood to leave, and began to walk toward the door. When he was almost there, Lale could not help but say, "Wait..."
Terem turned to look at her questioningly. Before Lale knew what she was doing, she was beside Terem, and leaned up for one last kiss...
As the now-familiar tide of warmth spread over her, Terem put his arms around Lale to get her in a better position. For an all too brief moment, Terem was very, very happy. In the next instant, he was shatteringly dismayed as Jeral strode into Lale's chamber.
He quickly pulled away from Lale, who seemed just as distraught by the sight of Jeral. He quickly opened his mouth to make an excuse, but shut it again when he realized that anything he said would sound very, very asinine. Lale, he noticed dimly, was getting very red now that she saw that Jeral was here. Was it embarrassment, or anger? Possibly a combination of both... Jeral smirked, but Terem could see that he was surprised.
"Ooh, am I interrupting something?" Jeral asked amusedly.
"No, not at all," Lale replied sarcastically. Jeral strode over to the sofa as she spoke, and without an invitation to do so, he laid out on it, stretching languorously so that about three inches of pale, lean stomach showed. Lale's mouth opened slightly, but not in shock, in anger. Terem watched this exchange in bemusement—how did they know each other?
"Oh, good. Carry on, then," he said insolently to them. Lale made a movement to go to Jeral and presumably hurt him in any and everyway possible, but Terem grabbed her wrist quickly to halt her. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at Terem, her face a mask of cold fury. Her eyes blazed a clear message—"Let Me Go Now," but he did not release her. She drew one shuddering breath, exhaled, and stopped fighting.
[A/N: Okay, now I will go completely random on you and put it in Terem's POV. Just because its fun :-D sorry if its infuriating...plus its about 1:30 in the morning right now so I cant really think right. So I may end up deleting this. Anyways, here goes..]
I let go of Lale's arm carefully, once I was sure she wouldn't do anything. As much as I would have liked to do something to Jeral myself, I knew what would happen...Heir, other prince, fight...it wouldn't take a whole lot of effort to convince everyone that I was the guilty party.
"Learn to knock," Lale said to him delicately, her tone laced with poison. What was she playing at, though? Did she really intend to be rude to the heir? That could have dire consequences. Jeral had a wicked temper.
"Lale—Lale, don't," I whispered to her under my breath so only she could hear. She shot a quelling glare at me. Jeral continued to smirk, and stretched out further.
"Always the courteous one, young Lale is," Jeral remarked. "Now, Terem, I think you've have your fun. It's time for you to leave, now." Jeral said. No, this was a bad idea. Lale had no idea how to act in front of my brother! What if she tried to hurt him?
"No," I began, but suddenly my mouth was shut and wouldn't open. My feet began moving of their own accord, straight out the door. As I gaped in astonishment, two things hit me—
Jeral was a mage—how was this going to fit in with his plan?
And—
What if he—seduced Lale???
[a/n: Okay on that extremely frustrationg note I will leave you...please review and please tell me if you think I should continue in a POV or third person....thank yo! Hope you liked it...evn though I think it sucks a little...oh well.]
"Mistress, someone here to see you," Para said brightly to Lale. Lale had been writing in her diary, a daily pastime that she picked up from Beryl, but she set it aside.
"Okay, bring them in," Lale replied. She stood as Para left the room, and straightened her lavender skirts slightly. Setting a smile on her face, she waited impatiently for Para to return with her visitor. Soon enough, she did return—bringing Terem with her. Lale's smile widened, but Terem looked pale, exhausted, and anxious. Lale quickly sobered. Para quickly took her leave after a fleeting glance between the two.
"Terem—are you okay? Here, sit down," She said, frowning. This did not bode well in her opinion; Terem had seemed like the type to be cheerful and grinning unless true disaster struck. Terem sat heavily on Lale's sofa.
"Lale," he said, his voice thick. Lale sat next to him and watched him intently. He opened his mouth to speak, and then abruptly shut it again. Lale put her hand on his arm.
"Terem, what is it?" She asked, worried. His face softened a little as he looked at her, at which her heart gave—oddly— a little thump. He shook his head slowly.
"I can't—I can't tell you, exactly. All I can say is that we cannot see each other again, not for a while. Please don't ask why, it's for your safety," he said, quelling her reply. She noticed that he put a strange emphasis on the word 'see.' Was he hinting at something?
"Well, at least stay an hour or so now," Lale pleaded, but he shook his head again, more firmly.
"I cannot. Do not speak of this to anyone, Lale, promise me," He said, urgently. Lale was beginning to feel a little upset now. Was this his idea of a cruel joke? Or a rejection??
"I swear, it's not you," He added, noting the look on her face. "Promise me you won't talk to anyone about anything between us, not even the most innocent of details. And promise me that you'll—stay away from Darla—and Jeral," He finished, although he did not expect her to know who Jeral was.
"I- Okay, I promise," said Lale, bemusedly. Terem stood to leave, and began to walk toward the door. When he was almost there, Lale could not help but say, "Wait..."
Terem turned to look at her questioningly. Before Lale knew what she was doing, she was beside Terem, and leaned up for one last kiss...
As the now-familiar tide of warmth spread over her, Terem put his arms around Lale to get her in a better position. For an all too brief moment, Terem was very, very happy. In the next instant, he was shatteringly dismayed as Jeral strode into Lale's chamber.
He quickly pulled away from Lale, who seemed just as distraught by the sight of Jeral. He quickly opened his mouth to make an excuse, but shut it again when he realized that anything he said would sound very, very asinine. Lale, he noticed dimly, was getting very red now that she saw that Jeral was here. Was it embarrassment, or anger? Possibly a combination of both... Jeral smirked, but Terem could see that he was surprised.
"Ooh, am I interrupting something?" Jeral asked amusedly.
"No, not at all," Lale replied sarcastically. Jeral strode over to the sofa as she spoke, and without an invitation to do so, he laid out on it, stretching languorously so that about three inches of pale, lean stomach showed. Lale's mouth opened slightly, but not in shock, in anger. Terem watched this exchange in bemusement—how did they know each other?
"Oh, good. Carry on, then," he said insolently to them. Lale made a movement to go to Jeral and presumably hurt him in any and everyway possible, but Terem grabbed her wrist quickly to halt her. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at Terem, her face a mask of cold fury. Her eyes blazed a clear message—"Let Me Go Now," but he did not release her. She drew one shuddering breath, exhaled, and stopped fighting.
[A/N: Okay, now I will go completely random on you and put it in Terem's POV. Just because its fun :-D sorry if its infuriating...plus its about 1:30 in the morning right now so I cant really think right. So I may end up deleting this. Anyways, here goes..]
I let go of Lale's arm carefully, once I was sure she wouldn't do anything. As much as I would have liked to do something to Jeral myself, I knew what would happen...Heir, other prince, fight...it wouldn't take a whole lot of effort to convince everyone that I was the guilty party.
"Learn to knock," Lale said to him delicately, her tone laced with poison. What was she playing at, though? Did she really intend to be rude to the heir? That could have dire consequences. Jeral had a wicked temper.
"Lale—Lale, don't," I whispered to her under my breath so only she could hear. She shot a quelling glare at me. Jeral continued to smirk, and stretched out further.
"Always the courteous one, young Lale is," Jeral remarked. "Now, Terem, I think you've have your fun. It's time for you to leave, now." Jeral said. No, this was a bad idea. Lale had no idea how to act in front of my brother! What if she tried to hurt him?
"No," I began, but suddenly my mouth was shut and wouldn't open. My feet began moving of their own accord, straight out the door. As I gaped in astonishment, two things hit me—
Jeral was a mage—how was this going to fit in with his plan?
And—
What if he—seduced Lale???
[a/n: Okay on that extremely frustrationg note I will leave you...please review and please tell me if you think I should continue in a POV or third person....thank yo! Hope you liked it...evn though I think it sucks a little...oh well.]