In Which Mel Becomes Utterly Confused
Poor Mel. we all just keep making her so darn lost and confused in almost every fic. oh, well. Thanks again for all the lovely reviews, but how come no one's giving me suggestions? I like encouragement, but I thought y'all would be after me for writing/ not writing something.
Russav gently closed Mel's tapestry to her room, careful not to listen in on her and Nee's conversation. Life! Matters had seemed to have taken on a life of their own. with a dejected sigh, he walked towards Danric's quarters.
Danric let him in the moment he knocked. "Come, I assume that Nee has filled you in?" He nodded, slightly surprised at his cousin's behavior. "Good, now sit. there. I need your advice."
"Since when have you needed my advice?"
"Since I began to deal with Meliara and plots against the throne!" Russav blinked, surprise no longer a strong enough adjective for his feelings. Danric sighed, looking dejected. "Sorry. I'm just a little."
"Flustered?"
"Yes. So, it seems that Flauvic has joined the fight for her heart, then?"
He nodded. "Though I don't think she likes him much. Nee will be able to tell us more later on. Now, would you kindly explain what happened in there?"
"It started to rain when I came across her. cold, wet, in pain. Tears had mixed with the rain on her cheeks, and her eyes. those were what got me. Sadness and depression, to a degree I have never seen before, were all that was held within them, yet there was more, as though she held the universe in those eyes."
Russav studied his cousin carefully, trying to understand this new tenderness with which he spoke. It was not bad that he loved Mel, but it was unlike Danric to say such things aloud, whether he thought them or not. "Then what happened?"
"I helped her up, then helped her to walk. She needs to be eating more because she's too light. Anyway, I led her through most of the maze, and showed her the center of it, which she found interesting. then we had almost reached the end of the maze when we ran into Flauvic. I'm afraid we got her into a position where she had to choose between us, so she simply forced us both a side. It was brilliant."
"Did things between her and Flauvic seem. odd?"
"Yes. they did. I am not sure why, though."
"I am." Nee walked in, her face pale. "I need to tell you both something."
"What is it, Nee?" Russav asked.
"Is it about something Meliara told you?"
Nee looked over at Danric and saw that if she answered yes, or just told him anyway, she'd get a swift kick in the behind. "It is, but you need to know. Not just as a person, but as the next king of Remalna. Please."
He studied her for a long moment before sighing and looking down. "Speak."
"Flauvic has said and done some things that you need to know about, but she did not want to tell you herself. so she asked me to. He knows magic."
"WHAT?!" Russav shot out of his seat, outrage evident on his face.
"Be still, sit. Continue, Nee."
"He showed her some sort of illusion spell a while back, but she didn't think much of it. Yet he said some things tonight that made her wonder if it was really illusion or if he was trying to make what he did sound like nothing. He said something about wishing she could be taught as he had been. and other things like that, hints he would never have given if he thought she liked you at all."
"Is that all?"
"Well, he kissed her." Danric stood, alarm on his face. "Mel said that she had felt like she could not move, though she wanted to, as though held by something stronger than her own will."
"Sorcery." Russav whispered.
"This must end. He cannot be allowed to use her in such a way. Nee, Russav, are you two going to help me?"
They both nodded. "I think now is the time to make your next move with Mel, Danric. Send her a white rose, and ask her to come to the masque ball that is coming up. She won't be able to tell who you are there, though I am sure you would know her." Nee said.
"I may do that. no, I will. It would be best. She will be able to know that it is indeed her Unknown by the ring, but she won't know that it is I to whom she speaks. but will she agree to it?"
"You'll never know until you ask, Danric." Russav held out a piece of parchment to his cousin, and then left after the other man had taken it. Nee did the same, whispering an assurance that everything would turn out all right.
"Will it? I am not sure." He whispered, and then began to write.
All right, I know is short, but I need time to work on the next chapter, which will most likely take me at least two weeks to get done because it's such an involved chapter. until then, my friends!
Poor Mel. we all just keep making her so darn lost and confused in almost every fic. oh, well. Thanks again for all the lovely reviews, but how come no one's giving me suggestions? I like encouragement, but I thought y'all would be after me for writing/ not writing something.
Russav gently closed Mel's tapestry to her room, careful not to listen in on her and Nee's conversation. Life! Matters had seemed to have taken on a life of their own. with a dejected sigh, he walked towards Danric's quarters.
Danric let him in the moment he knocked. "Come, I assume that Nee has filled you in?" He nodded, slightly surprised at his cousin's behavior. "Good, now sit. there. I need your advice."
"Since when have you needed my advice?"
"Since I began to deal with Meliara and plots against the throne!" Russav blinked, surprise no longer a strong enough adjective for his feelings. Danric sighed, looking dejected. "Sorry. I'm just a little."
"Flustered?"
"Yes. So, it seems that Flauvic has joined the fight for her heart, then?"
He nodded. "Though I don't think she likes him much. Nee will be able to tell us more later on. Now, would you kindly explain what happened in there?"
"It started to rain when I came across her. cold, wet, in pain. Tears had mixed with the rain on her cheeks, and her eyes. those were what got me. Sadness and depression, to a degree I have never seen before, were all that was held within them, yet there was more, as though she held the universe in those eyes."
Russav studied his cousin carefully, trying to understand this new tenderness with which he spoke. It was not bad that he loved Mel, but it was unlike Danric to say such things aloud, whether he thought them or not. "Then what happened?"
"I helped her up, then helped her to walk. She needs to be eating more because she's too light. Anyway, I led her through most of the maze, and showed her the center of it, which she found interesting. then we had almost reached the end of the maze when we ran into Flauvic. I'm afraid we got her into a position where she had to choose between us, so she simply forced us both a side. It was brilliant."
"Did things between her and Flauvic seem. odd?"
"Yes. they did. I am not sure why, though."
"I am." Nee walked in, her face pale. "I need to tell you both something."
"What is it, Nee?" Russav asked.
"Is it about something Meliara told you?"
Nee looked over at Danric and saw that if she answered yes, or just told him anyway, she'd get a swift kick in the behind. "It is, but you need to know. Not just as a person, but as the next king of Remalna. Please."
He studied her for a long moment before sighing and looking down. "Speak."
"Flauvic has said and done some things that you need to know about, but she did not want to tell you herself. so she asked me to. He knows magic."
"WHAT?!" Russav shot out of his seat, outrage evident on his face.
"Be still, sit. Continue, Nee."
"He showed her some sort of illusion spell a while back, but she didn't think much of it. Yet he said some things tonight that made her wonder if it was really illusion or if he was trying to make what he did sound like nothing. He said something about wishing she could be taught as he had been. and other things like that, hints he would never have given if he thought she liked you at all."
"Is that all?"
"Well, he kissed her." Danric stood, alarm on his face. "Mel said that she had felt like she could not move, though she wanted to, as though held by something stronger than her own will."
"Sorcery." Russav whispered.
"This must end. He cannot be allowed to use her in such a way. Nee, Russav, are you two going to help me?"
They both nodded. "I think now is the time to make your next move with Mel, Danric. Send her a white rose, and ask her to come to the masque ball that is coming up. She won't be able to tell who you are there, though I am sure you would know her." Nee said.
"I may do that. no, I will. It would be best. She will be able to know that it is indeed her Unknown by the ring, but she won't know that it is I to whom she speaks. but will she agree to it?"
"You'll never know until you ask, Danric." Russav held out a piece of parchment to his cousin, and then left after the other man had taken it. Nee did the same, whispering an assurance that everything would turn out all right.
"Will it? I am not sure." He whispered, and then began to write.
All right, I know is short, but I need time to work on the next chapter, which will most likely take me at least two weeks to get done because it's such an involved chapter. until then, my friends!