Anger and Ladies and More Anger
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A/N: i already posted this chapter, but i changed a few things, just to make things easier on me, sorry about that.
The cry came from Jonathan and Gary. If they hadn't looked so serious Alanna would have been amused about the synchronized yell and rush to their feet, and almost tripping over a page. They both had a look that could kill in their eyes, and they were directed at Raoul and his new squire. The two strode over to Alanna and Raoul with large steps and a brisk pace. Raoul looked at Alanna in what looked like fear, in return Alanna could only gesture helplessly.
Gary was the first to speak, " outside, now."
It seemed that the two could were so angry that they could only speak in small words.
Jonathan was seething. Raoul was both his and Gary's friend, so he went and took the one squire they both wanted and was flirting with Gary's sister! Why had Alan said yes? He thought he would want to be his squire, not Raoul's.
Gary was sorting out his own anger as well. This was his sister! Raoul could have at least told him. And there was Alan. If anyone was to blame it was Alan as well, he was also attempting to court Morgan.
"What's wrong with you two?" demanded Raoul, impatiently.
Gary and Jon glared. Gary was the first to speak, "what's wrong is that you are flirting with my sister!"
Alanna and Raoul were astonished. "You really thought that?" Raoul reached out a hand and touched Gary's shoulder, although Gary jumped like he was shocked. "I would never, ever, do anything like that, no matter how beautiful she is."
Alanna could see these two were friends again, but Jon still looked furious. Instead of just keeping her mouth shut she asked him outright, "Jon, what's wrong with you? You should at least look a little better now that Raoul and Gary are friends again."
"You don't know what's wrong?"
If I knew I wouldn't be asking, she thought irritably, but merely shook her head at the prince.
To everyone's shock, Jon started laughing; and not just a small laugh, a full laugh, the only problem was, was that it was humourless. "I wanted you as my squire, Alan. But he," he looked at Raoul, "decided that he would get everything he wanted with no regard to anyone else."
"That's it?" growled Raoul. "That's unbelievable! You're acting like a child who just had his toy taken away! You had a month from when I was gone to ask him, yet you didn't!"
"That's not the point!" Jon shouted back. "The point is that I am the prince- "
"So you get everything you want?" Raoul interrupted.
"Enough. If you continue with this, I will bring it before my father," Gary had obviously had enough of their fighting.
His threat silenced Raoul and Jon, but they still glared daggers at each other.
Running footsteps echoed in the hall around them. They looked around, searching for the people, but only saw the people who they were just fighting. Finally, a group of ladies walked around the corner, dragging a struggling Morgan. Upon seeing the knights the ladies broke out into a fit of giggles and Morgan rolled her eyes.
Finally one of the ladies elbowed Morgan and whispered something in her ear. Once again, Morgan rolled her eyes again, but she said, "my friends and brother, this is lady Cythera of Elden, lady Delia of Eldorne, lady Isabelle of Kings Reach, lady Destini of Silver Stone, lady Krista of Seabeth and Seajen and lady Jessica of Masbolle"
Alanna couldn't remember who each girl was, only Cythera and Delia because they were the most beautiful. Delia had dark brown hair and dark green eyes, and a perfect face a body, but kind of short. Cythera was tall blonde, big blue eyes and slim. Anyone who looked at her would be hooked. Except Delia looked like she knew she was a beauty and was going to get everything out of that she could. While Cythera looked more sweet and gentle.
One of the other ladies started talking to Alanna, "you mst be squire Alan of Trebond I've heard so much about you."
Alanna raised her eyebrow, "I hope a little of it was good."
The girl laughed, but it sounded fake, like the rest of her. She had shiny brown hair a thin face with tan skin, blue eyes, but was a bit bulky, like she had been doing heavy lifting and her nose looked too large for her face.
"Krista when you get your head out of the clouds of sexual fantasy and hormonal conceited feelings, you'll realize we have to go," one of the other girls said. Alanna smiled at her. She was short, the same height as Alanna, with shoulder length curly black hair, blue eyes with brown mixed in them, cupid's bow lips and a small, slightly wide nose. She was lady Jessica of Masbolle
The only girl to laugh at this, besides Morgan, was lady Isabelle. She was much different from Krista. She was tall, she came up to Raoul's shoulder; brown eyes with green hints, full lips and a long thin nose. Her skin was fair, and she didn't give off a self-loving air, rather the opposite.
Alanna could tell she liked these two girls, and hoped Morgan would introduce them more formally.
Krista sneered at the three girls who were laughing at her, and went to join Destini and Delia. The three walked off to their rooms.
Cythera look longingly at the small group, but walked after Krista.
Morgan sighed, "I feel bad for Cythera. She always has to be Delia and that crowd."
"I agree, it's unfair for her to have to be with girls like that," commented Isabelle. "Cythera's not like them, she did like the convent, but she likes designing dresses too. She has better things to do than to hang around with those..." she left her sentence unfinished for everyone to supply their own word.
Alanna laughed. She liked these girls, they were more like her than she thought. I have to stop judging people like that, she resolved.
Gary's voice interrupted her thoughts, "where'd Jon go?"
Everyone looked around. Jonathan had vanished. Raoul looked disgusted, "he probably followed those girls."
Jessica looked like she was angry, her fists were clenching, but nothing vile came out of her mouth. "I don't know about you people," she started in a dignified voice, "but I'm hungry enough to eat like a soldier. Will anyone join me?"
Alanna's stomach growled. She never ate lunch because of the prince and his outburst. "If my lady will allow me, I would love to join you. Sir Raoul, would you allow me to have lunch with lady Jessica of Masbolle?"
Raoul smiled and nodded. He looked at lady Isabelle, and said, very formally like his squire, "will you join me for lunch with my new squire and friend of yours?"
"If I am not intruding," was the reply.
"Of course not, I will lead us to the mess hall."
Morgan looked at her brother. When he looked down, chestnut eyes met their match, he sighed and his shoulders slumped as he offered to escort her to the mess hall.
"Now, now, brother, no lady will accept an offer if you drone on like that," she called to him, and started to run when he made a move to grab her.
Her laugh sounded through the corridors and making everyone else look back with grins on their faces.
They reached the mess hall, and the onslaught of noise dragged them from their conversations. Then the pointing began, which was soon followed by whispers. It was like for a few minutes before one squire started yelling, "it's unfair! How did that, that, girl get a knight master before me?"
Alanna was scared, did he know too? Jessica intervened, "he's more of man than you are! So I don't see why you are speaking."
He glared at the lady. "I don't believe I asked you, wench."
Alanna thought Jessica was going to turn and walk out like every other court lady. But all she said was, "I'm no wench, and you are no noble. If you want to discuss anything like that, talk to my uncle, Duke Baird of Queenscove."
The young man stood flabbergasted. He had just insulted a Duke's niece. At least it wasn't Duke Gareth's daughter, although Alanna was wishing it was.
Isabelle stood up, and said clearly, "no matter of who she is, you shouldn't have been insulting any woman who enters a room."
"I agree," Morgan followed, completely enjoying tormenting the young man, "and you should not be rude about someone just because they have the place you want. Perhaps he just deserves it more than you do."
The boy's lethal gaze moved to stare at Morgan. "My name is Faron of Stone Mountain, and no one is my better. Also, a trollop like you has no place among real nobility like myself." he said the last part with pride.
Someone cleared their throat at the door. Everyone swung around to see Duke Gareth and Gary standing there, white with unreleased rage.
Duke Gareth's voice shook with anger as he said, "Stone Mountain, apologize to the ladies Jessica of Masbolle and my daughter Morgan. Immediately. And I want three page essay on how to decently treat nobles of this court."
Now Gary was smiling. He knew his father would think of a punishment for insulting not only Baird's neice, but his own and one of the best fencers at court.
The rest of the meal went in peace a happiness, with the additions of Jessica, Isabelle, everyone was much more talkative. Finally Raoul told her to get ready for her new practice routines, but she was actually sorry to leave their company.
She went to her room to put on more appropriate practice gear, only to hear a sarcastic voice say, "thank you for leaving me alone all day while you went out to be with the ladies."
Alanna whirled around the room, looking for a person. But the only ones in the room were herself and Faithful. She looked at him and asked, "you can talk? Why weren't you talking yesterday?"
The cat rolled his eyes(or as much as rolling as you can get when you're a cat) and replied, "I didn't want to. Besides, there were too many people in the room. If you answered me you would have looked completely insane."
Alanna nodded. I might as well get used to this. I actually like this little creature.
"Sorry, but I got to go to the practise courts,"she said quickly.
"I think I'll join you, Faithful said in a smug tone.
"Just so you can laugh at me lose to Raoul? I don't think so," she said eyebrows raising again.
He "smiled". "I'm surprised your brows even come down, the amount of times you do that."
Alanna growled in reply, and ran out the door. She didn't notice the black lump slinking inside the bushes in the direction of the practise courts.
A/N: please review, if you have anymore comments to help me, i would greatly appreciate them. thanks, i'll update soon. hopefully.