********************yes. im baaaaaaack. hehe anywho i hope you liked chappie one. i like this story better than A Shakespear Kind of Love, personally. probably cuz this one is directly related to ella enchanted, and the other one is... too... but not as close... im just confusing myself now. anywho have a great time reading.************************
The moment my mother and I got better, we had a steady stream of visitors, seeing how we were. Well, they were mostly for Mother. In fact, they were all for Mother, but she wanted me to feel "loved," so she had me with her to let the visitors fawn over.
The first visitor was a large woman I had never met before. Mother had said that she had admired my father before my parents got married, and that she still did. That was the only reason she came. She was a rather large woman named Dame Olga, dragging her two ugly daughters with her.
"Oh, hello, Eleanor!" she exclaimed, rushing over to Mother and embracing her in a bone clenching hug. "I hope you're well now?" And without letting Mother reply, she said, "And where is Sir Peter?"
"He is off in Jenn, doing what he does best," said Mother when she could breathe.
Dame Olga looked rather disappointed, but forced a smile. "Ah." There was silence for a minute, then she recognized the existance of her daughters. "Here are my two lovely daughters!" she said, pulling them over. She pointed to the larger one. "This is Olive, the younger." She pointed to the other. "This is Hattie, my pride and joy." Hattie swelled with pride and smirked at me.
"How wonderful," said mother stiffly. "And this is my only daughter, Ella. She had the same illness as me, but she's well now."
"She and Hattie could be best friends!" squealed Dame Olga. "Look how close in age they are! Well, I'll have to bring Hattie and Olive over more often, dearie." She gave Mother a peck on the cheek. "I have more people to call on. I hope you'll forgive me for not staying longer." She gave me a hug. "You be good, Ella," she said.
"I'll forgive you," said Mother, restraining a laugh. "Goodbye." Dame Olga left the room, and she let out a long sigh. "Oh, finally. That woman only came over here to see if I was dying any time soon so she can whisk away your father."
"She seemed nice," I said.
"Too nice, if I do say so myself," Mother said.
The next visitor was some Duke or other that I had never even heard of before. Neither had mother, apparantly, for she struggled through his brief visit. He told us he met up with Father in Jenn, and just had to meet us. He was very tall and lean, and very annoying.
When he was gone, we weren't prepared for the next visitor. Betsy, one of our maids, came into the room and curtsied. "King Jerrold, ma'am," she said, then walked out. Mother immediately rose to her feet, then told me to follow her lead.
The king entered with his wife. They were holding hands. My mother curtsied, and I did too. King Jerrold bade us to rise, and we did.
"Your Highnesses," Mother said, smiling, "what brings you here?"
"We wanted to see how you were doing," Queen Daria said.
"I---I mean we---could have come to the palace," said Mother.
"You just recovered from a severe illness, my dear," said King Jerrold. "We wouldn't want you to come up just to see us!"
Mother blushed, the first time I ever saw her do so. "Thank you, King Jerrold." Then--- "Where is your son today?"
"Char?" said king Jerrold. "Oh, he's out and about. I have no idea where he is, frankly. He doesn't even know we're here, otherwise he would have come. He's very fond of you, you know."
"I know, Jerrold," said Mother. "We met at that dinner with High Chancellor Thomas. Very boring, you know," she said, making the king and queen laugh lightly.
"Oh, Eleanor," said Queen Daria, "seeing you always makes us laugh." She spotted me. "And who's this young lady?" she asked.
"This is my daughter Ella." Mother placed a hand on my shoulder. "She's just fifteen."
"Ah," said Daria.
"You must meet our son, Daniel," said Jerrold. "He's just about your age."
"Fourteen, Jerrold," said Daria.
"Right," said Jerrold, "and Char is.. seventeen? Yes, yes, I know. I'm only joking, Daria."
"Well," said Daria, "it's been a lovely visit, Eleanor. We'll have to see you sometime soon. Be sure to drop by sometime or write us a letter!"
"Of course we will," said Mother. "Good day, Your Majesties."
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review.
ps. hugh dancy is HOT!
The moment my mother and I got better, we had a steady stream of visitors, seeing how we were. Well, they were mostly for Mother. In fact, they were all for Mother, but she wanted me to feel "loved," so she had me with her to let the visitors fawn over.
The first visitor was a large woman I had never met before. Mother had said that she had admired my father before my parents got married, and that she still did. That was the only reason she came. She was a rather large woman named Dame Olga, dragging her two ugly daughters with her.
"Oh, hello, Eleanor!" she exclaimed, rushing over to Mother and embracing her in a bone clenching hug. "I hope you're well now?" And without letting Mother reply, she said, "And where is Sir Peter?"
"He is off in Jenn, doing what he does best," said Mother when she could breathe.
Dame Olga looked rather disappointed, but forced a smile. "Ah." There was silence for a minute, then she recognized the existance of her daughters. "Here are my two lovely daughters!" she said, pulling them over. She pointed to the larger one. "This is Olive, the younger." She pointed to the other. "This is Hattie, my pride and joy." Hattie swelled with pride and smirked at me.
"How wonderful," said mother stiffly. "And this is my only daughter, Ella. She had the same illness as me, but she's well now."
"She and Hattie could be best friends!" squealed Dame Olga. "Look how close in age they are! Well, I'll have to bring Hattie and Olive over more often, dearie." She gave Mother a peck on the cheek. "I have more people to call on. I hope you'll forgive me for not staying longer." She gave me a hug. "You be good, Ella," she said.
"I'll forgive you," said Mother, restraining a laugh. "Goodbye." Dame Olga left the room, and she let out a long sigh. "Oh, finally. That woman only came over here to see if I was dying any time soon so she can whisk away your father."
"She seemed nice," I said.
"Too nice, if I do say so myself," Mother said.
The next visitor was some Duke or other that I had never even heard of before. Neither had mother, apparantly, for she struggled through his brief visit. He told us he met up with Father in Jenn, and just had to meet us. He was very tall and lean, and very annoying.
When he was gone, we weren't prepared for the next visitor. Betsy, one of our maids, came into the room and curtsied. "King Jerrold, ma'am," she said, then walked out. Mother immediately rose to her feet, then told me to follow her lead.
The king entered with his wife. They were holding hands. My mother curtsied, and I did too. King Jerrold bade us to rise, and we did.
"Your Highnesses," Mother said, smiling, "what brings you here?"
"We wanted to see how you were doing," Queen Daria said.
"I---I mean we---could have come to the palace," said Mother.
"You just recovered from a severe illness, my dear," said King Jerrold. "We wouldn't want you to come up just to see us!"
Mother blushed, the first time I ever saw her do so. "Thank you, King Jerrold." Then--- "Where is your son today?"
"Char?" said king Jerrold. "Oh, he's out and about. I have no idea where he is, frankly. He doesn't even know we're here, otherwise he would have come. He's very fond of you, you know."
"I know, Jerrold," said Mother. "We met at that dinner with High Chancellor Thomas. Very boring, you know," she said, making the king and queen laugh lightly.
"Oh, Eleanor," said Queen Daria, "seeing you always makes us laugh." She spotted me. "And who's this young lady?" she asked.
"This is my daughter Ella." Mother placed a hand on my shoulder. "She's just fifteen."
"Ah," said Daria.
"You must meet our son, Daniel," said Jerrold. "He's just about your age."
"Fourteen, Jerrold," said Daria.
"Right," said Jerrold, "and Char is.. seventeen? Yes, yes, I know. I'm only joking, Daria."
"Well," said Daria, "it's been a lovely visit, Eleanor. We'll have to see you sometime soon. Be sure to drop by sometime or write us a letter!"
"Of course we will," said Mother. "Good day, Your Majesties."
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ps. hugh dancy is HOT!