Weird Feelings
Jonathan sat quietly in the gardens thinking about nothing in particular. This, that, what the world was going to be like when he was king… just little things like that.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up hopingly. He sighed. Lady Delia was walking up towards him, he stood up.
"Hello your highness Prince Jonathan of Conté," Delia greeted elegantly while curtsying.
"Hello Lady Delia," he replied sophistically while bowing. "How are you?"
"Alright your highness, my horse was a bit annoying today and nearly threw me off (a pity it didn't)!" Delia exclaimed.
"Are you alright?" Jonathan asked.
"Oh I'll be alright now, thankyou ever so much for asking though! You are such a caring Prince," Delia muttered and looked into his eyes while batting her eyelids prettily.
"You're welcome," he replied and helped her to a seat on the bench.
She smiled. "Thankyou," she told him like she was out of breath. "It's so nice to have someone one to help you and talk to you."
"Is it," he replied sadly as a sudden memory of Alanna flashed in his mind.
*
There was a bang. Alanna turned around quickly. She had lost her way long ago and had no idea of where she was. Get a hold of yourself Alanna, she told herself; it was probably just the wind, or something that was creeping up behind her watching her every step waiting for its next meal…
Turning the corner Alanna heard two male voices.
"What's taking so long?" The first man asked gruffly.
"It's not as easy as it seems m'lord." The second man replied. "Since the girl has turned up, it has got harder."
"I met her! She doesn't seem that hard!"
"You don't understand my lord," the second told him slowly. "There is something about her. Like a magical barrier."
"They don't learn that at the convent!" The first hissed. "She could not know it!"
"She could be strong with the gift," the second mused.
"No," the first growled. "I tested her at the ball, and if you go on her brother…"
"Yes," the second agreed. "I see your point. But I still think that there is some force with her."
There was silence.
"I want you to keep an eye out for her Alex," the first replied. "She might become an annoyance."
"Yes m'lord," the sec… Alex… replied. Alex… where had she heard that name before?
There was tapping on the ground tell her that someone had left.
Alanna turned quickly and strode off silently in the direction she had come. She didn't really want to be caught listening to them.
Back at the corner where Alanna had left, a man stood quietly and tried to hear the last of the footsteps of his companion.
"Lady Alanna of Trebond has become a tiresome opponent," he muttered softly. "She must not get in the way!"