Well Kiddies, you guessed it—Tammy has relinquished all copyrights to yours truly, and you must all now pay me for every fic you post! Muahahahahahaha!
Actually, I own …um…well, I'm sure I own something, but I don't own any of Tammy's books, Tortall, her characters…blah, blah…have no money…bladiblah…so don't sue me.
Mary Sue is back.. Feel those shivers running down your back? Wait—hold your breath. Ok, now do you feel them? I do. And you know what it is—
It's her.
*shiver*
Anyway. Since you insist, read on for more Mary Sue!
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Jon walked in what he thought was a brisk, commanding gait down the hallway, loosening his tunic in a carefully practiced "roguish nonconformity." I bet every one of those serving maids will be swooning over me tonight, he thought with a smirk. He rounded the corner.
"Your highness!"
"Oh—I—I'm so sorry—"
Mary Sue gave her best flustered smile and brushed a shiny blond lock back from her face. She dropped instantaneously into a perfect curtsy, simultaneously reading his mind. He kissed her outstretched hand, his lips remaining a second too long before he quickly straightened.
"Well! Er—Mary, is it?"
She smiled patronizingly. "Mary Sue," she said through gritted teeth. She quickly regained her composure.
"Right, Mary Sue. I trust your stay has been well?"
"Oh, it's been just lovely, your highness. Although—" she giggled—"a young man burst into my rooms this morning! It was the strangest thing—it was almost as if he thought they were his!" She giggled again, her smile lighting up her already pretty face. Jon racked his brain for a moment—he had sent her to the guest wing, hadn't he? The 230's….
He mentally banged his head against the wall. The guest suites were in the 330's! The 230's through 240's were for the squires and pages! Smooth, Jon. Real Smooth.
He laughed nervously. "Heh, how odd. Well…"
"Your highness?" she asked softly, sweetly.
Jon's hands became suddenly clammy. He felt a clutch at his heart as her large blue eyes welled with tears and she tried to smile.
"Well I—those are someone else's rooms, aren't they?"
"Well—yes, probably." He kicked himself. He had just admitted that he didn't know his own palace well enough to know where the guest wing was!
"Well, you see, if those aren't my rooms—" she looked up into his own sapphire eyes in an extremely pitifully beautiful look—"I—I won't have anywhere to stay."
Mary Sue crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping fervently that he would pick up on her hints. She sighed with relief when he smiled and put his hand on her back. She hadn't wanted to do this, but it would be necessary.
"Why, don't worry your little head, Mary Sue. You can share my rooms."
He took her arm and led her away, relishing her adoring glances.
"You're too kind, highness. By the way—your unbuttoned tunic makes you look so—" she blushed.
"It's ok, Mary Sue. You can speak your mind."
"So roguishly handsome," she gushed.
Jon smiled and ruffled her hair.
"You flatter me, Mary Sue."
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"…Married? Me? Heh, um, nooo! Where on earth did you hear that?"
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the next day
Mary Sue soaked in the royal baths for at least 2 hours, trying her hardest to wash Jon off. She shook her head. She hadn't realized that a man with so many children could be so bad in bed. She sighed. A girl has to do what a girl has to do, if she wants to take over the country. Although, after last night, she had to think of an alternative to marrying Jon.
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Sorry, sorry! I know it was short…but maybe this means that another chap will be up soon! I wanted this chapter to be all about Mary Sue and Jon…explaining a bit more plot (yes, there will be one), etc. Next chapter, I promise, Mary Sue will demonstrate her mastery of—er—everything. I promise! Keep voting for who goes next…I'm thinking maybe Neal…although Cleon or Myles would be interesting, I think! ; D
Love
Flamer
p.s.
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