Triplets of Laquaria- Chapter 15
Hi! So sorry that I took so long to update. Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers. Now instead of listening (or reading) to me! Read on!
Arya's POV
I woke up to the sunbeams shining through the gaps in my elaborate drapery. Vague recollections of the past few days flooded my memories until I reached the events of last night. I noticed I was tucked neatly into my bed in my dress from last night, and that the silver tea tray from last night had vanished. I assumed the maid who'd lit my hearth this morning had probably taken it away. I got up, stretched and put on my robe. After quickly checking my appearance in my mirror, my way down the narrow hallway that connected my room to those of my sisters.
"Hello Arya!" I heard Narie exclaim as I entered her solar. "We were wondering when you'd be joining us sleepyhead! Late night?"
"She's exaggerating sweetie…She only woke up a quarter of an hour ago…" Della replied smiling.
"So…what happened last night?" Narie questioned anxiously. I answered with a heavy glare.
"Absolutely nothing! We just had some cacao!" I replied waving my hands in front of my face in desperation.
"Alright that's enough questioning for one day…but Arya did…."
"That's more than enough from the 2 of you! I like him all right… In fact… I think I may even love him…"
"Really! Oh Rhya…. That's sooo cute! You know, he's really not that bad looking once you get used to him." Narie giggled.
"Plus, he sure saved our behinds back at Zane's…err…his manor,"
I put my hands on my hips and retorted.
"O yes, my feats of courage had absolutely nothing to do with your rescue…"
"All I'm saying is that behind every knight in shining armor is his maiden fair…Point one…YOU!" Della laughed.
Both of my sisters giggled, and even I was having difficulty keeping a straight face. My eyes began to twitch with suppressed laughter until a sharp knock on the door caused me to come back to my senses.
"Della, Narie, Arya? Are you three in there?" My father's voice called out.
We looked at each other, alarm was apparent in Della's eyes. On most occasions, father would just send a servant to summon us when he needed to speak with us, and it was rare for him to come to our solar at all.
Della rose to open the door for him as Narie and I stood in respect. As my father entered, I found myself relieved to find him well, for since the fateful night when Varien arrived in our lives, he had remained bed-ridden. Now however, he was bright and cheerful, and beamed as he said.
"My daughters, I have decided to throw a ball in honor of your forthcoming marriage."
"Why so soon father?" I asked.
"It will be a masked ball, so please dress appropriately. I will see you on the morrow." He winked and left.
"Is it just me, or did he deliberately not answer my question?" I thought aloud.
"No, I noticed it too." Della replied. "I wonder why?"
"He seemed almost excited when he spoke of the ball, but only days ago, he was bed-ridden with guilt over what he had done to you." Narie pondered.
"Something's up…" I muttered.
"Oh well, we best get our orders in for our costumes…I'm so excited!" Narie spoke with glee.
"I wonder where Varien is?" I thought.
Wow! I haven't updated in forever. I could go about making a fancy excuse like I've had a million things on the go… Which I have… I've had massive writers block… Which I've also had…but the truth (among many others) is that I just have not wanted to finish this story! It makes me sad to think it's going to end! I've decided to write one more chappie, well more like divide this one into two. It was pretty long. That means that the next chapter is already written, it just needs to be typed. I promise it'll be up within the next week or two!
Keep reading. And look for my other story "Locked Away," the summary isn't very good, but I promise it will be a good story! The first two trial chapters are up!