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A/N: hey guys, its me. Sorry about the delay, I know all of you guys were just pining for more ? Hehe. I feel evil. Anyways, cutting the crab, here ya go:
Chapter 3: The Engagement…Rory…
I felt a jerk underneath my navel, and felt myself being lifted. Silly, I smiled a little, silly to be lifted by a waterfall. I outstretched my arms and soared over a pebble road, only supported by the pressure of the water on my lower stomach. I studied the spurting fountain that was licking my belly and smiled again. The fountain of youth I thought before everything went black.
I lapsed in and out of consciousness as I bumped along against something stone, my head pounded and my back was one big throbbing ache. I blacked out again.
Finally I felt myself laid on something flat and cold that soothing beat up body. All of a sudden I felt myself go numb. I opened my eyes to a scene of disarray. Someone flew down the stairs and yelled. I looked down and saw my body lying face down in the center of the floor. In the back of my mind it registered that I had died and my soul was floating up. The scene was getting smaller and smaller.
I distantly heard, "She's not breathing!" All of a sudden I thought, I'm not ready to die, I just started living. Fighting my way back was hard, harder even than trying to swim back to the surface of the ocean with a full petticoat and shoes on. I focused on the head's of two men, on with tawny curls and the other with jet black hair. Both were focusing on my body that was getting closer and closer.
Finally, I felt the pain in my body again, and with a sigh I returned to blackness.
…Eric…
Ever since Taylor carried in that girl the air had been so thick with worry you could cut it with a knife. In the morning after the girl arrived, after breakfast, we finally go my cousin to inform us about what happened that gruesome night.
"Taylor? Hun?" Lady Dina asked softly.
"Huh?" answered Taylor blankly.
"I asked what happened" Sir Jon replied.
"Oh. Well. I was riding..."
…Still Eric…
Interesting when you think about it, this girl wasn't breathing and didn't have a pulse, but she miraculously she lived. Maybe it was something Rosie did last night. At that moment Rosie was in the guest quarters with the girl (she hadn't woken, so we didn't know her name). Soon it was my turn to keep her company. I climbed the marble staircase and softly knocked on the makeshift hospital room. Quietly pushing the door open I entered.
"Oh your highness, have you come to take a turn watching our hurt guest?"
"Yes Rosie, go freshen up and get some breakfast, you must be weary," I replied.
"Yes, of course." And with that, she hustled her bustle out of the room.
I took up Rosie's chair and studied the girl's pale face. At the moment it was calm and gentle in sleep. She was gorgeous, something I hadn't noticed last night. She had silky auburn hair that has spread over the pillow in waves. She skin was smooth and tan, she must spent time in the sun. A button nose and kissable lips completed her small face. I couldn't wait to see the color of her eyes, when she woke.
I blushed and pulled my eyes off her full form and studied my hands. I couldn't be thinking those thoughts about this girl when I'm engaged!
My engagement was the reason I was here, at my uncle's manner, in the first place. I had to get away from Claudia! She drives me mental. I don't know how my parents were able to arrange our marriage, let alone, how I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her.
All though she's kinda pretty, with bright blond hair and skin as pale as porcelain, but she definitely isn't a beauty. She has black teeth! Like her parents never taught her how to wash her mouth or anything.
Also, where beauty can make people attracted to each other enough to share a dance, it definitely won't make someone love another enough to marry. That's how it is for me anyways.
I have never been in love. I've had crushes of course, being the prince, I am "privileged" to meet the most beautiful ladies of Kyrria and Aythoria, but they all are evil, bossy or stupid and fluttery on the inside. It's like in my generation all the princesses are pretty, but ugly. It's awful.
Claudia is the classic feather-brained princess. She thinks only of her clothes, jewelry and money, and of course, me. When we were five, we met in my family's palace, and she followed me around like a shadow. Since then, she has had a HUGE crush on me. When I'm around her, all we talk about is the wedding, gowns, who to invite, tiaras, crowns, pastries, presents... I can't believe I'm stuck with her! At least she'll do a good job decorating the palace (or so I hope).
After putting up with her for two solid months (after the engagement) I couldn't take it anymore. So I escaped to my uncle's manner.
I am due back to Frell in five days for the announcement of my engagement and the engagement ball (joy). The wedding will not be for 6 weeks or more.
I watched the girl toss and turn in her sleep and thought about the excitements of last night. Taking a long ride to the sea, coming home and taking a dear with a single shot and then; of course, the arrival of this girl.
I wish life could always be this interesting.
A/N: By the way, my computer was going wakko, so its kinda messed up. review
Q: Do you guys think the part where she's knocked out and dreaming kinda weird? Should I cut those out? I was in a weird mood. Review! Or I will stop this fic. (muhahaha) If you are not as completely intuitionized (whateva) as mui, the hullucinating part kinda coincides with chappie numero uno. See yah