A/N- Last night, at 11:10 the most evil plot bunny popped into my head, so I had to get up (I was tired!) and write it down! But this is the outcome of my….experience. Hope you like it, and thanks to all my reviewers! And yes, Ido enjoy bashing Perin, in case you wanted to know.
Disclaimer: You know the drill: None of the characters are mine
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The paranoid servants (the monarchs watched over their every move) where almost decorating were the ball would be held. For some very strange reason, for every passing minute, Daine began to get…anxious. She had no reason to, as the Peacock was gone.
The Peacock! He must be here; every single (noble) female was here! Why had he run off? He had plenty of females to go through.
She had no more time to wonder. She was in the cozy chamber just outside the Grand Staircase, and someone had tapped her shoulder.
"Yes?" she asked. The only other people in the room were people she knew, and had to be introduce before the ball could begin. Someone else had come into the room.
"I was wondering what a fine, beautiful woman like yourself was standing here by your lonesome, when you could be beside me!" And he gave her a who-wouldn't-want-to-be-beside-me smirk. Daine shuddered.
"Excuse me?" Where had she seen those tactics? She tried to meet his eyes, but seeing how they were looking a little lower than her face, it was impossible.
She looked at the other people in the room: Numair, talking to Alanna, the dean of the Royal University, the king and queen, and some assorted people she knew well. They wouldn't kill her.
She grabbed his chin to meet her eyes (which he never did, and now she could see they were a deep blue).
"I would never stand, nor sit or especially lie down next to the likes of you!"
Where was this hatred coming from, and what is his name! It wasn't the Peacock; the new boy's hair was red as the Lionesses own.
She slapped him hard, harder than when Numair slapped the Peacock. A large red mark appeared on his face. Everyone in the room was looking at her.
"If you ever, ever want a real woman, one who loves you not for your looks, but for your heart, you might want to at least look them in the eyes!" She slapped him on the other cheek. It now looked as if he was blushing madly, as hs cheeks were so red. ("His cheeks clash with his blue and green outfit," Thayet giggled to her husband.)
Numair slowly started to stand up, but the Lioness tugged down on his shoulder (she had to stand up to do so) to get him to sit back down. He watched the new Prancing Peacock with deadly eyes.
"I see. Do you hate me so much that you will deny the rules of the court? I herby ask you, Veralidaine Sarrasri for the first dance."
Two things popped into poor Daine's head. How does he know my name? Adrenaline pumped through her veins. And did he just ask me for the first dance?
She agreed to go to the ball with Numair, but he never specifically asked for the first dance. It was custom to go with the first person who asked.
"I hate you, and you will have to treat me with much more respect that before. I will give you the first dance, only the first dance, and I will never speak to you again."
The Prancing Peacock grinned.
The law never said how I dance with him, and how many times I slapped him. Now she grinned. This would be fun.
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The Peacock excused himself and went into the hallway. He had to get his composure. But, his plan was working! They though he was someone else! (He had dyed his hair.) He went over his plan. He would dance with the female, and take her into the hall. He would drug her, and kidnap her.
Oh, he had nothing against the female. It was against the mage. For putting the spell on him, he would pay. And he would pay dearly.
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A/N- I know it's short, but I'm hungry, so I'll out the rest up hopefully today. I'll give you the rest of Peacock's plans later.Isn't the Peacock evil? But just so you know, the Prancing Peacock is Perin, but Daine and Co don't know that, so he's the Prancing Peacock to them, but don't worry, he's still the Peacock at heart. Please R&R!
