I'm planning on making this one-shot into a serise along with other one- shots about various Valdemar Characters.

This one-shot was inspired by a friend.

( ! Read, Relax and Enjoy ! )


(By the way, i don't own anything about Valdemar, except for the story line!)


I stretched luxuriously and opened my eyes. I smiled knowing that I was safe in Haven—and had been for the past one month—and the Aunt Savil was 'in charge' of me, not my father or the 'weapons master'.

Father, I thought, if is hadn't of been for you... Then I noticed how the light was spilling onto the floor. Damn! I'm late! I quickly hopped out of bed, shivering in the slight cold, and padded over to my wardrobe. I groggily grabbed a tunic and some breeches and pulled them on. Then I raced to the outer room to grab something to eat while I ran a brush through my longish black hair.

Too late for weapons...If I hurry, I think I can make Literature... I thought briefly as I darted out the door.

Too late. "The theme of the day," I muttered as I dodged yet another Noble's son.

Had I of paid any attention to what I had pulled out of the wardrobe earlier—Was it only one candlemark ago?—I'd have realized I had pulled out my new dark purple tunic and some old red-faded-into-pink breeches that should have been relegated to either the scrap pile or night- clothes. I'd forgotten my report for Literature Class as well. I was currently sneaking my way back to my room to remedy my fashion mistake.

"Oh, Van, there you are!" Lindy exclaimed as she rounded the coroner. "What happened to you?" Her big green eyes got even bigger when she saw what I was wearing.

"I—uh—"Damn! "The—uh—the servant took most of my—um, clothes to wash last night and they—uh—weren't back when I had to—um—leave for class." I lied. Badly.

Slowly nodding her head, Lindy replied, "Oh. I have to go... See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Sure." In about a million years, more like, I groaned. I'm never going to live this one down...

When I finally reached Savil's suite, I quickly walked in, praying that it was empty. Finally, saf—Damn! Why does he have to be here? Why does he have to be so...so...cute? 'Lendel was sitting with his legs curled up underneath him on one f the couches, reading some Magic book. "Who--?" Then, looking up: "Oh. Vanyel. You look like hell." I continued on, ignoring him—Gods, he's so handsome—and walked with all the dignity I could to my room, closing the door and leaning against it, my head leaning back.

"Why me?" I wondered. The Imp of the Perverse must be having fun today. I thought angrily. Then I finally pushed away from the door and went to my wardrobe.

This time, however, I carefully chose my outfit—an all-black affair that was trimmed in dark blue. I then carefully dressed, and, once again, ventured into public. Damn. 'Lendel's still there. I nonchalantly walked to the door and had it opened with one foot out of it when—

"Uh, Vanyel? Your top's on inside-out, I think." 'Lendel said uncertainly. I looked down. Damn! I strode to my room.

Again.

I pulled off my shirt, again, turned it right-side-out and pulled it back on (again) and tucked it in.

Again.

And I was late of class.

Again.


This was about Van (sorry, couldn't help but pick on his 'peacocky' ways ; P), in case you didn't catch that. Please Review ! )

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