Here is Chapter 2! Thanks to Lily Mara for the review in French! Or should I say: Merci, pour le revue en Francis! (J'espere c'est correct!)
Anyway, this is Chapter 2. Disclaimer: The Wheel of Time and all of its characters are property of Robert Jordan.

"Congratulations, Moiraine. I'm sure your father is very pleased, as I am sure your mother would have been." King Laman said to a curtsying Moiraine. He was sitting in his private rooms discussing taxation with some of his advisors before Teila had brought Moiraine into to him. He sat lazily, one of his legs crossed over the other; he was absentmindedly thumbing on the buttons on his coat sleeves.
"He is very pleased, My Lord Uncle." Moiraine said rising to her feet. She kept her eyes downcast in front of the man who was king of all of Cairhien. She was not fond of her uncle, as he was cruel and his head was swollen with being king. Also, she did not like the edge in his voice when he mentioned her mother. There had been no solace in tone, even though her mother had dies many years ago, he still had never said a true word of comfort to her.
"When do you intend to take her to the White Tower, Teila Sedai?" Laman said looking to the Aes Sedai standing to Moiraine's right.
"Me, My Lord? I can't take her, nor can Wenia. No, she shall make that trip on her own and she shall make it as soon as it is possible for her to leave." Teila said.
"Of course, I shall make the arrangements for her to travel with a small guard within the next week. I would not want to inconvenience you, Aes Sedai." Even Laman did not think highly enough of himself to order an Aes Sedai about. "But before you can leave the Palace, my dear niece, we must give you a ball befitting of the honour you have brought to House Damodred." He smiled at her, fondly. Yes, her honour would do him very nicely.

The preparations would begin right away and by the time Moiraine reached her rooms, Mara, her maid, had a long list of appointments that must be made and kept to prepare Moiraine not only for the Ball but her trip as well. She and Mara chattered about ball gowns and hairstyles and new divided traveling dresses. Moiraine let herself get excited about the Ball, she was rather fond of parties but nothing could me more exciting than the events that would take place after the Ball. She was going to Tar Valon, to the White Tower. The White Tower was the center of knowledge and the most powerful place in the world. Rulers of all import bowed to the women of the Tower for they were more learned then many others. Aes Sedai were calm and wisdom made flesh. And she, Moiraine Damodred, would be one of them... one day.
"I could always have the seamstress make both of the dresses and you could choose after, My Lady." Mara said after she had explained the proposed designs for the ball gown to Moiraine.
"Yes, that would be good, Mara, and make sure that she doesn't do too much embroidery. Reminder my good seamstress of that last dress she did for the Lady Alane." Moiraine said and Mara winked at her. The dress had been a complete disaster and Alane had refused to come out of her chambers for days. Covered from head to foot with deep scarlet embroidery, over top of her rank colours, had made the lady look like a painting that had been attacked by mould. Seamstress and Lady had agreed to burn the dress rather than pick the stitching.
"As far as the riding dresses are concerned I believe that you will only need three. You will be riding in a carriage until you reach the River Erinin, and then you will be sailing. I think...three divided dresses, and at least seven normal dresses, two of which should be appropriate for court, as you must look presentable when you stay with some of the lesser nobles." Mara said quickly writing as she spoke.
"Five riding dresses and one appropriate for court." Moiraine said. "I don't think I'll need them when I get to the Tower." The Tower, she thought happily.
"Four riding dresses and two court dresses."
"Five riding dresses and one court dress." Moiraine said firmly. "Exactly that. No more, no less." Mara opened her mouth to speak again but stopped as she wrote down the new order on a different paper.

Moiraine stood looking up at her shelves of books. There were so many that there was simply no way she could take even half of them. The tower has one of the largest libraries in all the world. Surely they would have all of her favourites as well. She began to turn away from the shelves but stopped when her eyes caught one tome that she simply could not leave behind.
"It will give me something to read while I'm on the river." Moiraine said allowed to herself. Moiraine tucked Fires of Love away into her trunk. She placed a her diary over the book when a knock came on the door. She moved into her sitting room so she could see the person when she told them to enter.
"Come in," She called.
A liveried servant came in and bowed to Moiraine. "Your Lord Father requests your company, my Lady."