Chapter 2: Shique Ketrein of Wyrda and Thak's Gate
Mid-May,
Tyra,
the capital of Tyra; Estate Wyrda
461 H.E. (Human Era)
"Ma'ma!" a girl said bitterly putting her hand on her slim hips. Her red hair flowed around her shoulders as she stood in the dining hall of her families estates. She wore a laced velvet gown of green and purple, with satin slippers with jewels sewn into the sleek fabric.
Her parents and her older brother sat at the long table gazing at the thirteen year old girl. Her mother and father were the countess and count of the Wyrda Estates, and were highly favoured by King Jonathan and Queen Thayet of Conte. Their son Kivon, who had recieved his shield a year after the famous Keladry of Mindelan and has had the privelage of meeting her himself, was polishing his long sword and taking no interest in his sisters displeasure.
"My child, you are a part of this family are you not?" The Countess Rianna of Thak's Gate and Wyrda said simply to her daughter, who frowned. "So you WILL go to Court and be happy about it! You wouldnt wish King Jon and the lovely Queen Thayet to be upset now would you? I dare think not!" Rianna's calm demeanor did not match her tone of voice. Ever since her daughter had been to Scanra and met that boy she had neglected her duties as a noble of favour, and deeply upset her family, yet she seemed not to care. She was extremely selfish, and did not want 'duties' unless they were to herself.
"This is an outrage Shique! How dare you neglect your rightful duties and be so selfish as to want to run off with a boy! From Scanra even! Pah! Pitiful that I have raised a daughter such as you. You are spoiled and tended to by numerous servants and are not even grateful to that! You WILL go to Court whether you wish to or not! I will NOT tolerate the possibility of being out of favour, to my good friends! Do you understand me?" The Count Tawan of Tyra and Wyrda scolded his daughter who still stood snobbishly with her hands upon her hips and her head held high.
Shique Ketrein of Wyrda and Thak's Gate shook her head. "As you wish," was all she said before departing the hall and going to her chambers where the Scanran waited. She smiled up at him, up at his blue eyes, and fondling his curly blonde locks in her delicate fingers.
"Come with me to Scanra, to my estates near Castle Rathhausak? You will never have to see your non-understanding parents again my Shique, for with me you will be the Queen of my estates, and my heart." He was tall, but he was young, about sixteen years of age. He was well built for being a young one, but his father treated him well and agreed for the young Tortallan Noble to be welcome in their household.
Shique was day-dreaming of how lovely it will be, and agreed within moments.
"I will wisk you away in four moons time my love. Until then be ready." With a parting kiss he went to the balcony and went over the side holding fast to the rope he had fastened. When he was down safely Shique untied the rope and let it slip through her fingers.
"Four moons, soon enough." She said with satisfaction, a smile splayed on her full red lips. She closed the doors to her balcony and went to prepare.
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