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A.N. Hello everybody! (Readers mumble a reply) In this chapter, I will be introducing Bianca. Ok, so here in Maryland, it was all warm and spring-ish, and now WHAMEE! Freezing! I'm wrapped up in a blanket typing with cold fingers. Listening to Alanis Morissette. Really like her. Although think she is a little messed in the head. Have no more to say so review my story. Cheers, Twilight several weeks laterok guys, i've retracted this chapter and made it longer for yall. for all you aprentice readers- im sorry i havnt updated in a while. my muse decided on vacation during May. she is soon to return. ::authoress writes angry letter to muse in purto rico.::so, here is the newer, longer Bianca of ForestStead
Chapter Two Lady Bianca of ForestStead
Bianca sat on her windowsill, moodily kicking the wall. She had just been informed by her father that she will be staying, as all noble maidens are supposed to, in Corus for her eighteenth birthday and forthwith until she found a suitable husband, and that she would be leaving the following day. Bianca snorted. 'Not likely, she thought. She had no intention of encouraging any man to marry her. Instead, she had an overwhelming attraction for women. However, her parents had been horrified at the suggestion the she was not attracted men. They quickly assured her it was just a phase.
That had been two years ago, and the feeling of discomfort while men courted her showed no signs of letting up any time soon.
Bianca sighed. All there would be in Corus were women hungry young men, and she would have no escape. 'Unless…no, impossible.' She thought. 'Impossible, how?' She argued to herself. 'All you need to do is while you're traveling through the city, ask to relieve yourself, or something, and when they're not looking, grab your stuff and run! Find work in a tavern as a barmaid,' the more reckless side of her told her. 'No way,' the well-trained lady inside her took hold. 'The king's guard will find you. And your parents will be furious! Go to Corus, but keep to yourself, don't give anybody encouragement. Once your parents find you lonely, and unhappy, they will take you back home.'
Bianca sighed. She knew that she should do her parents bidding. She just wished she didn't feel so trapped. Suddenly her mother blew into the door. 'Speak of the Devil' she thought wirily.
"Bianca, darling, have you asked nanny to help you pack? Oh, stop brooding, silly girl, and get ready! You are leaving tomorrow! Try and be a help, would you?" her mother scolded. Lady Daphne was a tall bossy woman, who was spoiled rotten by Bianca's grandparents and by her father. "Come on, girl, get up and moving, much has to be-Oh!"
Bianca's mother was interrupted by a glowing blue-green light that burst her closet doors open, dresses, underclothes, and stockings, corsets and such flew out of the closet, flying to the large trunk on her bed and neatly folding themselves in the bag. Next, the bathroom door shot open and toiletries were placed on top of the clothes. An extra nightgown draped itself on her bed and a set of clothes for the next morning were folded over a chair.
The lady Daphne stood flabbergasted for a moment then straightened and gave Bianca an annoyed look. Bianca smiled innocently in response.
"Well, if that's taken care of...get ready for bed. I will see you in the morning, goodnight." She said, before sweeping out of the room. Bianca rolled her eyes.
Taking on last glance at the reddening dusk, she drew the curtains and took off her dress and unpinned her unruly curls. Bianca stood in front of her full length mirror, scrutinizing herself. She was tall and shapely with lightly tanned skin. Her lips were full and made for smiling, with an aquiline nose. Despite her shapely body, what she loved most about herself was her hair and her eyes. Her hair was the darkest red, mistaken for black if she stood in darkness. Her eyes her wide, framed with long lashes. Bianca's eyes were the color of the Caribbean by the Copper Isles, blue-green, the same color as her gift.
Sighing, she dressed quickly in her nightgown and set about the wearisome task of brushing out her hair.
The next morning, Bianca's things were loaded into a carrege, and she kissed her mother and father goodbye. Steadying herself on the carrage steps, Bianca waved on last time to her parents and sat inside the carrage.
Corus wasn't that far, a few hours drive from ForesStead, but Bianca loathed traveling there. The ladies in Corus just dithred about marrige and babies and who had scandled who and other usleless gossip. She belived that women should have more on thier minds then just marrige. Bianca admired Lady Alanna and Lady Keladry for getting out the boring socialite life.
Closing her eyes, she wished something, someone would free her from this mess.Someone gallant, charming...
Puck
"...witty, smart, cunning, you have to be all of these things to be the King, or Queen in my matter, of Thieves, George, and you know that I am a perfect example of all of those marvolous traits." Puck said, sitting jauntily on top of her mare, MoonShadow. George rolled his eyes. Puck and George were taking a walk around Corus, talking of this and that and somehow, not per George's request, they had gotton on the subject of what it takes to be the King, or Queen of Theives.
"So anyway, how is the-oh Great Trickster above who is that woman?" Puck stared, awed at the road, where a carriage rode, surrounded by the men dressed in the green and gold colours of ForestStaed and the ForestStead Elblem, a centaur reaching for a too high apple in a tree in a forest. Riding with them was a beautiful woman, seated on a stormy mare, shoulders back, her posture perfect. Her dark red curls were pulled into a hasty bun, some tumbling down her back. Sea-green eyes framed by dark lashes seemed to challenge everybody in the growing crowd. S
She didn't want to be there, Puck could tell. For a split second, their eyes met, and a flash of excitment streaked through Puck. Then, she was gone, riding away to the castle.
Bianca
After about an hour and a half, Bianca got bored of traveling in the carriage. Despite the guards protests, she rode her horse, RainStorm, the rest of the way. Traveling through the city, she challenged everybody to try and break her guard.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a young woman speaking with an older, annoyed looking man. She ignored the older man, and instead focused on the woman. She wasn't tall, sort of mediam height, probably a little shorter then her. Sandy, brown-blonde hair was cut badly, all diffrent lengths, making her look a little scruffy.
She wore a lose fitting shirt with the sleeves shorn off, and baggy breeches. Many earings, bracelets and necklaces adorned her, including a small ringlet tiara around her forehead. Her body and face looked sort of...faeish, pixie-like. Beautiful cat-like green gold eyes scrutinized her. Bianca stared boldly back. It was then, for a second, their eyes met. Bianca felt liberated, excitment poured through her.
Then she moved her horse to a faster pace, and rode up to the castle gates.
A.N. so is that longer for you people? sheesh, i got so much crap from some people. coughvamperflycough. ok, so in the next chappy I may have Puck and Bianca actually meet. Yay! Oh gawd, I need to start typing up the sixth chapter for the Apprentice.argness. happy news, though, my muse is coming back asap, after she works on her tan a little. so in a day or two, she will be back. hopefully with some puta rican guys she met there. ::waggles eyebrows at readers:: au, reviour, yeah yeah i know i spelled that screwy chow.
btw, srry about odd indentation things and mispelled words, im i did this on the edit thing and i could download the spellcheck, so srry