The Ball
Alanna walked slowly towards the group of ladies. They were all chatting away about guys and hairstyles, not much to Alanna's taste.
"Alanna! It's about time you turned up!" One of the priestesses snapped while pointing a finger at her.
"I'm right on time!" Alanna shot back angrily while her hands on her hips. "Plus I didn't want to come to this stupid ball anyway!"
The priestess stared at her for a bit before turning back to Delia to finish their argument. Ha! That made her shut up! Alanna thought devilishly.
"Okay girls!" A different priestess said happily, clapping her hands together. "Get with you partners and line up!"
"But I don't want to be partners with that… that dog!" Delia cried angrily.
"Is that the best you can come up with Delia?" Alanna wanted to know. "Maybe you might want to thing that I don't find being partners with you as the most nicest of things too! But take all the time you need. I don't mind, take the whole night if you have to."
Delia scowled at her, "Unlike you… dog… I care what people thing about me (Alanna snorted) and I want to make a good impression at this ball."
"Well this dog has better things to do, than going around and flirting with every guy she sees!" Alanna told her angrily.
Delia walked up to Alanna and grabbed her arm hard enough to hurt – the fingernails, not the grip – and pulled her to the front of the line.
"There is no way in the world I'm going first!" Alanna growled pulled out of the line.
"Fine!" Delia growled and pulled her to the back. "Will go at the back. More people can see us now anyway!"
"And you always want to be seen, don't you Delia?"
Delia kicked Alanna in the shins. "That's because I am beautiful, and you are not!"
Oh that was it, Alanna pulled Delia's bun out.
Delia screamed. "Oh you cow! You utter s***!" (I wont write the word. But a hint… Ralon called Alanna it before)
The line started to move up.
"Announcing, Lady Alanna of Trebond and Lady Delia of Eldorne!"
They stared to walk down the stair. Delia had just enough time to brush back her hair with her hands and much to Alanna's despair look as beautiful as ever.
"Smile," Delia hissed.
Alanna didn't smile, but she got rid of the frown on her face. After many practices of walking down the stairs to the ballroom while she was at the convent, she managed to walk down them gracefully, as much, if not more than Delia.
As they reached the bottom, Alanna and Delia went to different sides of the room; Alanna went to the quiet side, while Delia went to where the guys were.
Sitting down on a chair near the door, Alanna saw Thom walk across the room and nearly laughed. He looked so serious. Or really bored, she couldn't decide.
After about three trips from the kitchen to where his knight master sat, Thom came over to Alanna and said, "Sir Myles wishes to meet you."
"Please tell me you're joking," Alanna pleaded him.
"I'm not," he grumbled starting to walk away. "You coming?"
Alanna got up and sighed following her brother towards his knight master.
As they got there, Alanna smiled. She felt a warm feeling coming from around the man that made her immediately like him.
"Ah so Thomas, this is your sister I've heard so much about," Sir Myles said to Thom and to Alanna he said. "It's nice to meet you finally."
"A pleasure," Alanna said politely while curtsying. "Thom has told me so much about you in his letters."
The Sir Myles smiled.
A strange, icy cold feeling crept over her just as a man said, "Hello Myles. And who is this young lady?"
"This is Lady Alanna of Trebond," Myles replied. "Thom's sister."
"A pleasure meeting you Lady Alanna," the man replied as she turned to face him. "I'm Duke Roger of Conte."
Alanna just smiled. A shiver went up her spine. She didn't like this man one bit.
"How long have you been here?" he asked intently.
"About five days," Alanna replied uneasily.
"Ahh, that's probably why I haven't seen you around the place, I've been quite busy lately."
Delia came walking up. "Hello Sir Myles, your grace," she said while curtsying.
"I think I need some fresh air," Alanna commented. "If you'd excuse me." She curtsied and walked towards the gardens.
*
Thom watched as Alanna walked out of the ballroom. It surprised him that she had lasted so long actually.
Thom sighed as he saw Ralon start walking up to him.
"What do you want?" He muttered resignedly.
"Nothing that concerns you Trebond," he spat.
"Then why didn't you come up to me?"
He laughed and said, "I didn't come up to you. You came up to me."
Thom rolled his eyes.
"Get a life Ralon," he muttered.
"Why don't you?!" Ralon asked just before he started screaming his head off and running out of the room.
How Thom loved his gift. It came in handy when you wanted to get rid of someone.
*
Alanna sat on one of the benches looking up at the star filled sky. It was really beautiful.
She heard some footsteps. Looking towards the noise, she found they were the prince's.
He jumped as he noticed her.
"Oh Gods," the muttered in union.
He turned around to leave.
Alanna stood up and walked over to him. "I was just leaving."
"You don't have to leave since I got here."
"You were going to leave if I didn't, and as you say, you pretty much do own this place."
He frowned at her. "Are you mimicking me?"
"Are you mimicking me?" She muttered under her breath and to him she said. "I was quoting you."
"You were mimicking me! And you did again just then!"
Alanna stared at him. "Gods! How sensitive can one person be?!"
"Don't speak to me in that manner!" He told her angrily.
"I will speak to you in any matter I please!" She told him a-matter-o-factly.
"I hate you!" He growled at her.
"I hate you even more!" Alanna told him forcefully.
And with that, Jonathan put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her.
Alanna pulled away shocked. She stepped back slowly. "I have to go," she muttered. And ran off, leaving the prince standing by himself.
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