AN: A special thanks to Cali Vianya for correcting me on Touchstone's pre-
frozen-state name (he he!) Thanks also to WolfsbaneHybrid and rizzy for
reviewing! Wolfsbane I made Sabriel as tom-boyish just like u asked. I also
pictured her that way. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter!!
Rogir laughed mischievously at the awe-struck look on Torrigan's face. Rogir just had the pleasure of describing his latest encounter with the Royal Guard. This one had been huge. A masterpiece of the mischief-arts.
"You better not have gotten caught this time!" Torrigan whispered, still in awe about the brilliance of his older brother. Rogir seemed to soak up this admiration with a confident smile.
"Not to worry little brother," Rogir pronounced, "they probably have no idea that it was me!" He seemed a little disheartened about this fact but carried on none the less, "but just in case, we had better go to the Secret Hideout!" Torrigan laughed as he ran to keep up with his hero.
Down, out of the light, in the reservoir, by the Great Charter Stone they hid. Containing fits of giggles they slunk along the wall. They were pretending they were knights searching for a damsel in distress. There was a deadly dragon guarding the damsel, they had to outwit this dragon instead of out muscle. It was Rogir's idea, of course.
"Quickly now Nagirrot," Rogir whispered conspiratorially, "we're almost there."
Sabriel tugged at the collar on her midnight blue dress. Stupid dress! I'd much rather be wearing a tunic and breeches like Father. The Abhorsen smiled down at his daughter affectionately as he adjusted his tunic of blue with silver keys on it. His bells were secured across his chest and he was ready to present himself and his daughter to the monarchy.
"Father," Sabriel whispered, "must I wear this?" Her big dark eyes looked up pleadingly at her father as she held out the skirts of the blue monstrosity. A deep chuckle emanated from the Abhorsen, he leaned down and kissed his daughter's dark head.
"I am sorry young one, but you must," The Abhorsen took his daughter's small hand in his and opened the doors. A wave of sound and smells crashed over the pair as they walked into the brightly coloured Great Hall. Lords and ladies from all over, danced and laughed. The walls were festooned with flowers, and their fragrances filled the air along with the tantalizing smells of freshly cooked food.
The Queen Rachelle and her husband King Corrigan sat proudly as their sons stood obediently beside of behind them. The princesses were happily being twirled around on the dance floor as the Abhorsen and his daughter approached. They both bowed formally.
"Happily met Abhorsen!" King Corrigan smiled down at his friend, "it is wonderful to see you again my friend." The King stood up and warmly grasped the Abhorsen's hand. A wide smile crossed his pale face as he returned the sentiment.
"This is my daughter, Sabriel," the young girl shyly walked up to her father's side and stuck very close to him. Queen Rachelle beamed at Sabriel comfortingly and nudged Torrigan into action. The young prince grimaced as he dutifully stepped forward and bowed. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Kerrigor smirking.
"Lady Sabriel," he said politely, his court mask covering his emotions, "please follow me, while our parents converse." Sabriel just nodded, not really looking Torrigan in the eye.
The pair slipped out of the Great Hall. Torrigan had hoped Rogir would have come as well but Mother had changed her plans and preferred to have Rogir at her side. As they walked the halls of the palace an awkward silence fell between them.
"Have you ever been to the Clayr Glacier?" Sabriel asked quietly, trying to make conversation. Torrigan just shook his head, his curls bouncing a little. A few more minutes of silence and a few more doors passed.
"Do you want to play a game?" Sabriel said brightening a little, "like Knights?!" Torrigan stopped in mid-step. Did he really just hear that a GIRL wanted to play Knights? His favourite game in all the Charter?
"Sure do!"
Rogir laughed mischievously at the awe-struck look on Torrigan's face. Rogir just had the pleasure of describing his latest encounter with the Royal Guard. This one had been huge. A masterpiece of the mischief-arts.
"You better not have gotten caught this time!" Torrigan whispered, still in awe about the brilliance of his older brother. Rogir seemed to soak up this admiration with a confident smile.
"Not to worry little brother," Rogir pronounced, "they probably have no idea that it was me!" He seemed a little disheartened about this fact but carried on none the less, "but just in case, we had better go to the Secret Hideout!" Torrigan laughed as he ran to keep up with his hero.
Down, out of the light, in the reservoir, by the Great Charter Stone they hid. Containing fits of giggles they slunk along the wall. They were pretending they were knights searching for a damsel in distress. There was a deadly dragon guarding the damsel, they had to outwit this dragon instead of out muscle. It was Rogir's idea, of course.
"Quickly now Nagirrot," Rogir whispered conspiratorially, "we're almost there."
Sabriel tugged at the collar on her midnight blue dress. Stupid dress! I'd much rather be wearing a tunic and breeches like Father. The Abhorsen smiled down at his daughter affectionately as he adjusted his tunic of blue with silver keys on it. His bells were secured across his chest and he was ready to present himself and his daughter to the monarchy.
"Father," Sabriel whispered, "must I wear this?" Her big dark eyes looked up pleadingly at her father as she held out the skirts of the blue monstrosity. A deep chuckle emanated from the Abhorsen, he leaned down and kissed his daughter's dark head.
"I am sorry young one, but you must," The Abhorsen took his daughter's small hand in his and opened the doors. A wave of sound and smells crashed over the pair as they walked into the brightly coloured Great Hall. Lords and ladies from all over, danced and laughed. The walls were festooned with flowers, and their fragrances filled the air along with the tantalizing smells of freshly cooked food.
The Queen Rachelle and her husband King Corrigan sat proudly as their sons stood obediently beside of behind them. The princesses were happily being twirled around on the dance floor as the Abhorsen and his daughter approached. They both bowed formally.
"Happily met Abhorsen!" King Corrigan smiled down at his friend, "it is wonderful to see you again my friend." The King stood up and warmly grasped the Abhorsen's hand. A wide smile crossed his pale face as he returned the sentiment.
"This is my daughter, Sabriel," the young girl shyly walked up to her father's side and stuck very close to him. Queen Rachelle beamed at Sabriel comfortingly and nudged Torrigan into action. The young prince grimaced as he dutifully stepped forward and bowed. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Kerrigor smirking.
"Lady Sabriel," he said politely, his court mask covering his emotions, "please follow me, while our parents converse." Sabriel just nodded, not really looking Torrigan in the eye.
The pair slipped out of the Great Hall. Torrigan had hoped Rogir would have come as well but Mother had changed her plans and preferred to have Rogir at her side. As they walked the halls of the palace an awkward silence fell between them.
"Have you ever been to the Clayr Glacier?" Sabriel asked quietly, trying to make conversation. Torrigan just shook his head, his curls bouncing a little. A few more minutes of silence and a few more doors passed.
"Do you want to play a game?" Sabriel said brightening a little, "like Knights?!" Torrigan stopped in mid-step. Did he really just hear that a GIRL wanted to play Knights? His favourite game in all the Charter?
"Sure do!"