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She arrived at the palace by nightfall. Because of the timing, no one was there to see the arrival of the convent ladies. Each daintily stepped out, excepting the footman's hand. The nocturnal coos of the owls and avian was interrupted by only the slight rustles of skirts and light footfalls.
With quiet greeting, the footmen showed each lady to their rooms, accompanying them with their luggage. Some footmen were thanked for their service, some were ignored, and some demanded more than just the carrying of luggage. These were haughtily ushered into the room to unpack for them.
Soon though, each footman and maid that was requested was dismissed, and the occupants of each room soon settled into a deep slumbered, reviving themselves of the hard ride the whole day.
Alanna woke, feeling refreshed, but never like her old self anymore. Dull violet eyes blinked a few times. The few tears that emerged were rubbed, tears that were either from fatigue, or sorrow. One looking would not be able to tell.
She sluggishly got out of bed. Her body did not feel like her body at all. This body feels like one that was fragile, and not accustomed to work, a perfect lady's body. If you had asked Alanna how she was feeling today, and if you had asked Alanna how she was feeling a few years ago, the answer would both be, "Fine". The truth ,though, was that one of those "fine"s would have been a lie. The body that Alanna occupied then was one of a warrior, never unprepared for work, and can always bear pain without a tear.
She started her morning preparations, which consists of brushing hair and teeth, dressing, applying facial paint, etc. Her face was emotionless, neither showing enthusiasm nor disgust.
Another day to endure, never knowing when an accusation would suddenly blast out in the form of a shrill lady's voice. She was scrutinized at frequently. Alanna wouldn't be surprised if one of the convent daughters had put a descrying spell in her room.
A last few strokes through her hair, the brush was gently set aside. Alanna stood, smoothing any visible wrinkles on her simple lavender gown, and got set to leave for the breakfast room.
I want to thank all those who reviewed.
brokenwonderwall: Don't worry, this will get happier (and longer) I hope.
razzle-dazzle-me: Thank you : ). I just hope that there wouldn't be a writer's block.
BlueSword16: Thanks. I wasn't planning on romance, but it might eventually have some in it. It will have a pairing that not much people write about (I think).
princess-lissa : I hate my grammar, and I don't think that I can find a grammatical error if I looked, that's how bad I am. Those are frequently one of the major flaws in my essays and writing pieces. I'll try though.
I have already sort of got the plot set out, but I'm not sure how to put it down on paper and make it exciting. Though, I'll promise, I'll try to get around whatever's blocking me. It might take time though. Thank you all again!
