[FINALLY.GOD.I KNOW.]
The Rose Prince: Chapter Nine
Sere twiddled her thumbs in an anxious manner, shuffling her feet as well. It had been only a day or two in this strange new world and here she was, feeling oddly comfortable. Why so strange? I should be upset, worried, homesick, she argued with herself.
But somehow she wasn't.
The ever present Endy and Setsuna might have very well had something to do with that but, well, you know, maybe not.
Setsuna eyed the girl with minor hints of interest. Now that she had been around Sere for a while, Setsuna found slight difficulty in believing that she could ever be The Savior, the Angel of Light they had waited for. Sure she looked the part but, looks were nothing contrasted with what she must really be capable of to save them.
In a grudging manner, Setsuna had begun to be fond of the princess, regardless of what she 'said.' Anyone could tell from the protective manner in which, she behaved that Sere would always be able to rely on Setsuna's fealty, as much as she could on Endy's.
Endy.
Endymion, Prince of the Roses.
Sere repressed an empty laugh, my knight in shadowed armor.
"Sere."
Ah speak of...
"We should get going," his voice was more than a little anxious and Sere quirked an eyebrow in question at that. Endy stared down at her, some inner turmoil obviously fighting itself within him, his brows knit in a rather un- princely fashion.
"You shouldn't make that face. It'll get stuck that way," Sere decided on, smiling at him and she was rewarded with the relaxing of his facial muscles from a rather intense frown to a calmer expression of contemplation.
"Right, I'll remember that," he smirked, not unkindly and held out his hand to her. It was hardly necessary. The ground was flat as paper and she had exchanged her lovely dress for...more practical attire so she wouldn't be tripping on any hems.
But she accepted that proffered hand and they began to walk in the direction of only Endy knew where, and maybe Setsuna.
Setsuna for her part wore an uncharacteristic scowl on her face as she half trudged, half strode behind them to make an interesting combination that resulted in a slumped walk. She sighed. Ever since Endy had found her, she kind of thought of him as her savior, her personal savior, hers. It was odd having this very, very different girl drop in on them and add a third wheel to an already teetering cart. Her brow furrowed slightly in thought; it didn't help that the girl had apparently known him before. They could only have been seven...or somewhere there about. Setsuna was never good with numbers when she was internally venting explicit confusion.
Still, the girl, this Sere, this Princess Serenity was nice.
She was nice.
And because Endy liked her and she seemed to like Endy, Setsuna would try and like her too. A voice inside her already argued that she did like Sere and that, that was why she brought her the change of clothes without waiting for the request, why she had given her extra food rations from her own portion without anyone noticing. I do not, her other internal self growled, refusing to believe that she too was falling fast under the charm of the little princess.
They walked a long ways.
It might have been hours; it might have been days; in this world, so displaced from anything Sere had ever imagined, who could tell? Somehow she didn't mind. The hand in hers was more comforting than she acknowledged. She was perhaps, too innocent and oblivious to notice that his touch was that which kept her from shaking all over like a leaf in a tumultuous wind. To notice that when he smiled at her, it wasn't the same smile that she remembered from childhood but something a little closer to the ever-present warmth in her heart for him. Or maybe it was the same and she simply saw more of what she wanted to see in it now than before.
Whatever the case, Sere was almost eerily compliant and composed about the whole situation.
"Stop." His voice was purposefully hushed and Sere did as she was told. She knew no other way but his in this world, at least for now.
Their surroundings had morphed from a forest to the outskirts of an approaching city it seemed, or village...
With one monstrous castle right in the center.
Sere gaped. Even her castle was not so grand or large. It had to be ten of her castles put together as far as size and when Sere tried to tick of the amount of things and people it would take to run a place like that, well, her mind went a bit on overload. Endy's blue eyes understood. He had felt the same way the first time he saw it. Now it was just standard for him, normal, average.
Setsuna for her part yawned.
She had practically lived there for a time, so it was nothing spectacular to her. Still, she secretly found kind amusement in the Princess's open astonishment and chuckled lightly, stifling it as soon as Endy's disapproving stare came her way.
They were after all, ahem, supposed to be silent.
If any of them spoke it would disrupt the spell Endy desired to weave in order to get them to the palace faster and then they might end up in some rotting wasteland, or worse...town square.
Town Square here was where everything of importance was announced because everyone was there.
And it was not time for anyone else to know quite yet how close their savior was. Sere. They might mob her or worse.
So they kept clear of the city itself as Endy composed an intricately woven spell in his head for them to follow, like a pathway to the castle, hiding them, cloaking them from all vision that was normal.
"Don't let go," he whispered, sending slight shivers down Sere's spine as his breath brushed her neck, inadvertently.
And they were gone in nothing.
No smoke, no flashes, nothing.
They were just...gone.
Sere's eyes winked open and she suppressed a groan. It seemed she was doing a lot of this waking up in a new place lately and it was beginning to wear on even her own nerves. It just wasn't a normal thing. Covering her lips as they stretched in a slight yawn, she propped herself up on her elbows, staring about.
She was in a room, on a very comfortable bed with amazing lighting, a soft glow from the late afternoon light sweeping in through the translucent blue curtains in the tall windows. Much of the room was blue-fashioned Sere now noticed and admired the choice taste the decorator seemed to have possessed. It was in no way gaudy and yet at the same time, in every way affluently grand.
The floor was carpeted in a thick royal blue and it seemed even the spotless mirror on the vanity had a transparently blue tint to it. Sere's sigh might have echoed if it hadn't been so soft. She was certain she was in the palace. Where else?
Ignoring the slight twinge in her stomach, which Sere blamed absently on lack of food, she swung her slender legs over the side of the bed and touched her feet to the soft carpet as she stood slowly. Apparently no one had changed her clothes, for she still wore the attire Setsuna had provided for her, practical leggings and a dress/skirt type of over-top that made movement easy. The thing she did fully acknowledge being how grateful she was no one had changed her clothes while she slept. And that was comforting.
Glancing around, Sere tentatively approached the ceiling-high door, presumably the exit from her room, framing in a lovely silver and pearl white. Hand softly gripping the doorknob, she turned and peeked out.
The royal corridors were positively empty.
Smiling softly, Sere decided without much forethought, to explore. She felt like a child again as she quietly closed her door behind her with a faint click and let her feet pad themselves down the now red carpeted hallways, taking her wherever they willed and hoping they had some idea of where that was.
She certainly didn't.
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ARGH. AND YOU THOUGHT THIS STORY WAS DEAD. HA. Never.
But it is choppy I know. I apologize but the death threats for not updating were getting kinda...graphic in my Inbox..ehehe...so here is my lousy chapter nine. Most DEFINITELY going to be revised when I get the time.
But review please, don't be angry. I hope my writing isn't totally abysmal and disappointing...
*dodges rotten fruit as people chuck it at her randomly throwing heavy blunt objects like refrigerators at her too...*
-A sheepish and apologetically pathetic Kaji-chan with SCHOOL WORK UP TO HER EARS...and that's just ONE course...ew...
The Rose Prince: Chapter Nine
Sere twiddled her thumbs in an anxious manner, shuffling her feet as well. It had been only a day or two in this strange new world and here she was, feeling oddly comfortable. Why so strange? I should be upset, worried, homesick, she argued with herself.
But somehow she wasn't.
The ever present Endy and Setsuna might have very well had something to do with that but, well, you know, maybe not.
Setsuna eyed the girl with minor hints of interest. Now that she had been around Sere for a while, Setsuna found slight difficulty in believing that she could ever be The Savior, the Angel of Light they had waited for. Sure she looked the part but, looks were nothing contrasted with what she must really be capable of to save them.
In a grudging manner, Setsuna had begun to be fond of the princess, regardless of what she 'said.' Anyone could tell from the protective manner in which, she behaved that Sere would always be able to rely on Setsuna's fealty, as much as she could on Endy's.
Endy.
Endymion, Prince of the Roses.
Sere repressed an empty laugh, my knight in shadowed armor.
"Sere."
Ah speak of...
"We should get going," his voice was more than a little anxious and Sere quirked an eyebrow in question at that. Endy stared down at her, some inner turmoil obviously fighting itself within him, his brows knit in a rather un- princely fashion.
"You shouldn't make that face. It'll get stuck that way," Sere decided on, smiling at him and she was rewarded with the relaxing of his facial muscles from a rather intense frown to a calmer expression of contemplation.
"Right, I'll remember that," he smirked, not unkindly and held out his hand to her. It was hardly necessary. The ground was flat as paper and she had exchanged her lovely dress for...more practical attire so she wouldn't be tripping on any hems.
But she accepted that proffered hand and they began to walk in the direction of only Endy knew where, and maybe Setsuna.
Setsuna for her part wore an uncharacteristic scowl on her face as she half trudged, half strode behind them to make an interesting combination that resulted in a slumped walk. She sighed. Ever since Endy had found her, she kind of thought of him as her savior, her personal savior, hers. It was odd having this very, very different girl drop in on them and add a third wheel to an already teetering cart. Her brow furrowed slightly in thought; it didn't help that the girl had apparently known him before. They could only have been seven...or somewhere there about. Setsuna was never good with numbers when she was internally venting explicit confusion.
Still, the girl, this Sere, this Princess Serenity was nice.
She was nice.
And because Endy liked her and she seemed to like Endy, Setsuna would try and like her too. A voice inside her already argued that she did like Sere and that, that was why she brought her the change of clothes without waiting for the request, why she had given her extra food rations from her own portion without anyone noticing. I do not, her other internal self growled, refusing to believe that she too was falling fast under the charm of the little princess.
They walked a long ways.
It might have been hours; it might have been days; in this world, so displaced from anything Sere had ever imagined, who could tell? Somehow she didn't mind. The hand in hers was more comforting than she acknowledged. She was perhaps, too innocent and oblivious to notice that his touch was that which kept her from shaking all over like a leaf in a tumultuous wind. To notice that when he smiled at her, it wasn't the same smile that she remembered from childhood but something a little closer to the ever-present warmth in her heart for him. Or maybe it was the same and she simply saw more of what she wanted to see in it now than before.
Whatever the case, Sere was almost eerily compliant and composed about the whole situation.
"Stop." His voice was purposefully hushed and Sere did as she was told. She knew no other way but his in this world, at least for now.
Their surroundings had morphed from a forest to the outskirts of an approaching city it seemed, or village...
With one monstrous castle right in the center.
Sere gaped. Even her castle was not so grand or large. It had to be ten of her castles put together as far as size and when Sere tried to tick of the amount of things and people it would take to run a place like that, well, her mind went a bit on overload. Endy's blue eyes understood. He had felt the same way the first time he saw it. Now it was just standard for him, normal, average.
Setsuna for her part yawned.
She had practically lived there for a time, so it was nothing spectacular to her. Still, she secretly found kind amusement in the Princess's open astonishment and chuckled lightly, stifling it as soon as Endy's disapproving stare came her way.
They were after all, ahem, supposed to be silent.
If any of them spoke it would disrupt the spell Endy desired to weave in order to get them to the palace faster and then they might end up in some rotting wasteland, or worse...town square.
Town Square here was where everything of importance was announced because everyone was there.
And it was not time for anyone else to know quite yet how close their savior was. Sere. They might mob her or worse.
So they kept clear of the city itself as Endy composed an intricately woven spell in his head for them to follow, like a pathway to the castle, hiding them, cloaking them from all vision that was normal.
"Don't let go," he whispered, sending slight shivers down Sere's spine as his breath brushed her neck, inadvertently.
And they were gone in nothing.
No smoke, no flashes, nothing.
They were just...gone.
Sere's eyes winked open and she suppressed a groan. It seemed she was doing a lot of this waking up in a new place lately and it was beginning to wear on even her own nerves. It just wasn't a normal thing. Covering her lips as they stretched in a slight yawn, she propped herself up on her elbows, staring about.
She was in a room, on a very comfortable bed with amazing lighting, a soft glow from the late afternoon light sweeping in through the translucent blue curtains in the tall windows. Much of the room was blue-fashioned Sere now noticed and admired the choice taste the decorator seemed to have possessed. It was in no way gaudy and yet at the same time, in every way affluently grand.
The floor was carpeted in a thick royal blue and it seemed even the spotless mirror on the vanity had a transparently blue tint to it. Sere's sigh might have echoed if it hadn't been so soft. She was certain she was in the palace. Where else?
Ignoring the slight twinge in her stomach, which Sere blamed absently on lack of food, she swung her slender legs over the side of the bed and touched her feet to the soft carpet as she stood slowly. Apparently no one had changed her clothes, for she still wore the attire Setsuna had provided for her, practical leggings and a dress/skirt type of over-top that made movement easy. The thing she did fully acknowledge being how grateful she was no one had changed her clothes while she slept. And that was comforting.
Glancing around, Sere tentatively approached the ceiling-high door, presumably the exit from her room, framing in a lovely silver and pearl white. Hand softly gripping the doorknob, she turned and peeked out.
The royal corridors were positively empty.
Smiling softly, Sere decided without much forethought, to explore. She felt like a child again as she quietly closed her door behind her with a faint click and let her feet pad themselves down the now red carpeted hallways, taking her wherever they willed and hoping they had some idea of where that was.
She certainly didn't.
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ARGH. AND YOU THOUGHT THIS STORY WAS DEAD. HA. Never.
But it is choppy I know. I apologize but the death threats for not updating were getting kinda...graphic in my Inbox..ehehe...so here is my lousy chapter nine. Most DEFINITELY going to be revised when I get the time.
But review please, don't be angry. I hope my writing isn't totally abysmal and disappointing...
*dodges rotten fruit as people chuck it at her randomly throwing heavy blunt objects like refrigerators at her too...*
-A sheepish and apologetically pathetic Kaji-chan with SCHOOL WORK UP TO HER EARS...and that's just ONE course...ew...