Chapter Seven:
This chapter is dedicated to Kaitlin...the insane fruit beside me...whos evil geniusness matches my own. she writes in HP (OR WILL VERY SOON HAVE SOMETHING UP, CORRECT???) so go check her out under her screenname there, Magical Maniac Girl...and the "maniac" is correct!!! her story is really funny...if she would PUT IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Neal laughed lightly as he set down the younger knight's letter, and picked up a quill, planning on responding to the other first.
Kennan,
Everything here is fine. Yes, you heard correctly, Kel is back at the palace, much as I wish she wasn't. She's doing better, just lonely. I think that she would be happy if you wrote to her; she was quite upset that you didn't continue your friendship with her after the wedding.
That's lovely. I'm glad you're happy.
I would appreciate it if you didn't insult my best friend, especially since neither of us is there to defend her; if she was, I doubt she would do anything, but you are very lucky I am not with you; your wife would be a widow. However, I'm sure my favorite lady knight would kill me if I even uttered those things (despite how you ignore her, she still thinks very highly of you; she would never expect you to say something like that).
She is happy; at least, she is when she's not stuck at the castle all alone. She was happy here, with me, among the men, doing what she does best; mothering everyone, taking care of me, and, of course, fighting.
No, she does not like my cousin that way, nor does he return those feelings! Not that there is anything to return them to, of course…oh, bloody hell. I'm leaving this subject alone.
Okay, I take it back. I have to say one more thing, if only to save my best friend's honor; While you, Cleon of Kennan, may think of others while courting someone, Kel is too honest and kind to do such a thing to someone, especially someone she cares about.
You feel sorry for him? I think that he'll be damned lucky, to be married to one such as her. She would fight by your side in a battle, not shrink back and hide in the keep. She would help you in whatever way she could. She would be intelligent enough to be able to run things in the keep (besides just keeping track of the servants and that type of thing) when you were away. She would be able to handle the guard, the protection of the keep. And I think that it should be an honor for any man to marry her; if you do not agree, obviously you never deserved her. You liked the more docile type, I guess…willing to do what you ask. Kel, however, has a mind of her own. And sense, too…which Ermy seems sadly lacking in.
And yes, that is exactly what you were saying! Do you think she is some kind of common whore or something? She's the most virtuous woman either of us know! Did she allow you to lay one hand on her that way when you were courting? Of course not! Do you think that she would allow some soldier to touch her, if she had a husband, or even a beau? I bloody well doubt it! And if anyone tried to lay one bloody finger on her, she's a good enough swordsman, as you said yourself! She would kill them!
If you feel the need to insult my best friend again, kindly do not direct these comments towards me, or utter them anywhere where I might overhear them, for you most likely appreciate the results.
I hope, if you continue to behave this way, you do not come to this fort, and Owen-who knows how to treat a woman, a lady knight, my best friend, and a friend of his own- comes in your stead.
And it most certainly will be weird, if you continue this behavior, because you will be laying in a bed in the infirmary, hopefully unable to speak, and with no one with a strong enough gift to heal you!
Good day, Sir Cleon, and if you plan on continuing your slander, I pray we do not speak again!
Sir Nealan of Queenscove
He looked appreciatively over the parchment. He had relayed his fury rather well, he thought. And if it was too hard for that bloody oaf to get the point, he would make him get it some other way…a much more painful way.
And if he did continue to insult Kel, he was going to wake in a hospital bed, just as Neal had promised!
He got out another roll of parchment to reply to the next, much more enjoyable letter.
Owen,
If I don't kill that bloody oaf by the name of Cleon, it will be a miracle! I wish you would have done something with the bloody thing, just so I wouldn't have felt the need to hurt him! He's an idiot!
Anyway…yeah, she does, though she didn't say it in such graphic words to me. Thank you for giving me that nice little tidbit, by the way. It will be very useful when teasing her in future times.
She sent me several things of sweets and a few books (not to mention vegetables…gross) to me recently, too. And a picture of the palace, so I could be reminded of it, she said. A skirmish once a week? I'm glad we don't have that here. Kel would be worried sick. She is, anyway. That added to it would most certainly not be good.
Well, it would be nice if you came back this way. I can't say the same for Kennan, however. I bloody well hope he doesn't still have feelings for her. If he does, I will have to get rid of them-and all of his other feelings, too. Bloody moron.
As you know, I heard all about the "wonderful, beautiful Ermy" from him. Not that I wanted to, but…And he manages to talk about her enough to me! He better be thankful that I wouldn't want to hurt her, else wise I'd show that bloody letter of his to her!
Ugh. That woman sounds awful. Like the normal court ladies at the palace. I can't believe I used to be attracted to those people; obviously, I have much better taste. And Kel most certainly would not act like that! I can't believe he even compares the two of them! I cant believe he thinks that his beloved Ermy is better than her! How dare he?
Oh gods, she sounds worse than I thought! By Mithros, how do you survive there? I wouldn't have been able to handle it! I hate the crying game all those women play. It is so disgusting, how they play with your emotions like that.
Everything here is okay, I guess. Nothing serious has happened thus far, though recently I got a cut on my leg-don't you dare tell her; she'd worry herself sick. I know she is; when she writes, she sounds so bored. I'm lonely too; I think it's just as bad here as it is there; no one to talk to at all. The soldiers are all bloody idiots. It doesn't make for interesting conversation. The only reason she's acting like that is because she's alone. This is the first time we've really been separated since our squire days, and then she had things to keep herself busy. Besides, we've become closer since then, so its harder.
Its probably a good thing he doesn't; she probably wouldn't like it much. Gods, I don't think I would call anyone any of those names! Its sickening.
Oh, I see how it is. You don't want to be around my most wonderful self. How could you not, though? Maybe with luck it will be you who is sent here and Cleon has to stay at his keep; I bet he would get very sick of Ermy after a little bit.
"Not very happy with him" is an understatement! I'm bloody furious with that…that….that bastard! If you can, find the letter that I wrote him; I was very pleased with it. However, he most likely wont be.
Well, if we are going to be all formal, here's my title;
The knight who wants to kill Kennan
Now, that wasn't too stiff, was it?
If you want my name, see below.
Neal-
See, it doesn't matter which way you put it, you know who I am!
I'll hopefully see you soon, Owen. Have fun in Kennan, and don't get killed! I would say don't kill Cleon, but that might not be to bad of a thing, would it?
Neal
The knight looked down at the letter in his hand, smiling cheerfully. It felt much better to be able to vent his anger on Kennan like this.
He folded the parchment and tied them together, preparing them to be sent out with the next mail cart, then moved to answer his next-and most important-letter.
See how much i love you guys? I updated not once, but FOUR times...so its been at least three months since i posted anything, but thats not the point. See how wonderful i am? NOT A WORD POOKIE
