Author's note: I am incredibly disappointed. My longest chapter and not a single review. Oh,well. Please review. Since one review mentioned Delia's reaction, I'll do this chapter from her point of view.
Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce. I am making no money of this. If I were Jon and Alanna would have never broken up and he wouldn't have turned into such a prig. Nevermind, just read the story.
Delia's POV
Another ball, oh, these were so fun. Everyone was looking at her. She sighed, her job was to get Jon, but still that was no challenge. He and the other knights were obviously infatuated with her, all except for one, that Squire Alan. Now there was a puzzle. She gracefully walked over and asked for a dance. She chatted about this and that, and finally snuck in a complement to Jonathan. There, she was certain of it that time. She knew jealousy when she saw it. This little boy was jealous of her. That was interesting news, Squire Alan liked the Prince! She would tell the Duke later, maybe tomorrow. The dance ended. She returned to her admirers and carefully hid a smirk as Alan practically fled from the ball room.
"I'm tired." she annouced a couple hours later. The disappointed look Jon gave her made her want to laugh. He really was eating out of the palm of her hand. She smiled as she left the ball room. Her job was fun. She slipped into her room. Where was Catherine?! She wasn't there to clean and iron her gown. I'll just add firing Catherine and getting a new maid to my list of things to do tomorrow. Her yawn told her that she was done for the night. She found herself giggling as she remembered the look on Jon's face when he realised that she wouldn't be joining him in his chambers that night.
The next morning
The sun shined through the window. What the?! The window in her room faced the west not the east. She shouldn't have been woken by the sun. She NEEDED her beauty sleep. Oh well, I guess I'll just nip down and get breakfast early. Wait! What was she wearing? A night shirt! A night shirt! Where did that come from? This isn't my room! Why were there weapons in here?! Just then she heard a knock on the door.
"Hurry up, Daniel! If you're late to class, you'll be stuck doing punishment work." a voice that sounded like one of those Squires that she danced with came through the door. What was going on here? I get it. This is dream, although why I would be dreaming about being a idiotic squire rather than about being with his Grace is beyond me. She looked in the closet. A corset, why was that there? Then it hit her. Of course, if I'm dreaming about being a squire then I wouldn't want it to end in me getting caught. If I'm to fit in I'll just have to dress like one of those squires that I flirt with for fun. Well, I've been hoping that I would get a more challenging mission, so I guess my mind provided one for me.
Author's note: I know Delia might have been a little OOC, but I needed an excuse for her to willingly stay in disguise. Nevermind. Please review. I need reviews before I can write another chapter. They are getting longer as I write, which is good. I hadn't realised just how short the other chapters were.
Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce. I am making no money of this. If I were Jon and Alanna would have never broken up and he wouldn't have turned into such a prig. Nevermind, just read the story.
Delia's POV
Another ball, oh, these were so fun. Everyone was looking at her. She sighed, her job was to get Jon, but still that was no challenge. He and the other knights were obviously infatuated with her, all except for one, that Squire Alan. Now there was a puzzle. She gracefully walked over and asked for a dance. She chatted about this and that, and finally snuck in a complement to Jonathan. There, she was certain of it that time. She knew jealousy when she saw it. This little boy was jealous of her. That was interesting news, Squire Alan liked the Prince! She would tell the Duke later, maybe tomorrow. The dance ended. She returned to her admirers and carefully hid a smirk as Alan practically fled from the ball room.
"I'm tired." she annouced a couple hours later. The disappointed look Jon gave her made her want to laugh. He really was eating out of the palm of her hand. She smiled as she left the ball room. Her job was fun. She slipped into her room. Where was Catherine?! She wasn't there to clean and iron her gown. I'll just add firing Catherine and getting a new maid to my list of things to do tomorrow. Her yawn told her that she was done for the night. She found herself giggling as she remembered the look on Jon's face when he realised that she wouldn't be joining him in his chambers that night.
The next morning
The sun shined through the window. What the?! The window in her room faced the west not the east. She shouldn't have been woken by the sun. She NEEDED her beauty sleep. Oh well, I guess I'll just nip down and get breakfast early. Wait! What was she wearing? A night shirt! A night shirt! Where did that come from? This isn't my room! Why were there weapons in here?! Just then she heard a knock on the door.
"Hurry up, Daniel! If you're late to class, you'll be stuck doing punishment work." a voice that sounded like one of those Squires that she danced with came through the door. What was going on here? I get it. This is dream, although why I would be dreaming about being a idiotic squire rather than about being with his Grace is beyond me. She looked in the closet. A corset, why was that there? Then it hit her. Of course, if I'm dreaming about being a squire then I wouldn't want it to end in me getting caught. If I'm to fit in I'll just have to dress like one of those squires that I flirt with for fun. Well, I've been hoping that I would get a more challenging mission, so I guess my mind provided one for me.
Author's note: I know Delia might have been a little OOC, but I needed an excuse for her to willingly stay in disguise. Nevermind. Please review. I need reviews before I can write another chapter. They are getting longer as I write, which is good. I hadn't realised just how short the other chapters were.