AN: Hi ya'll! Three more days of school! Yea! Anyways, here's yet another chapter that I have been working so hard in getting up. I think that this may be one of the last few, ummm I was told by a couple of people to write a story about Ariana and Jon. Does anyone else want me to write that. I'm boring everyone with my really super long authors notes so I'll stop. I love all of my wonderful fans. Please review!
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Here it is....... Chapter 30!
-Shaina
I turned around and stared at the last person I expected.
"Ariana!" I exclaimed a little louder than I should have, heads turned from the ballroom.
She put a finger to her mouth to shh me. She dragged me off to a far corner of the balcony.
I wrapped her in a big hug. "Where have you been?" She didn't hug back.
"It's none of your business." She snapped in a tone I had never heard.
"I've been worried."
She ignored my comment. "Is Jon with you? I need to see him." She put her hands on her waist impatiently.
"I left him behind in the woods..."
"You came here all alone! I can't believe Jon! I told him not to leave you alone!"
"But Jon didn't leave me. I left him. When he was asleep..."
She didn't hear me. "This is just the type of thing that Jon would do." She paused to think.
She looked tired. Anger burned in her eyes, and her face had a flat expression on it. She was pale, her cheeks held none of the rosyness they once had. Little ringlets of her hair lay flat on her face. Her gown seemed to hide her figure, by puffing out at the waist with layers of lace. Her hands lay flat on her side crumpling up her dress.
Applause echoed in the ballroom. Char had finished his speech. I longed to go in there, to maybe catch his eye.
Ariana was mumbling something about Jon being unable to do the simplest things.
I grabbed her hand. It felt cold and dead, even in the warm air. "Ariana, its all my fault. Don't blame Jon. He's been worried sick looking for you. He love's you"
Her expression faltered for a minute, but then became expressionless again.
I dropped her hand. It swayed at her side ready to crumple her dress.
"I have to go back in side." I sighed. "You'll be ok with out me right, Ariana?"
"Fine." She mumbled. I didn't stay to have her change her mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The ballroom had changed a bit since I walked in. Dancing couples twirled around the room, ladies gave mindless chatter in the corners, and dateless girls stood against the wall hoping someone would ask them to dance.
I could see Char through them all. He twirled around the room with his partner, effortlessly. I closed my eyes and remembered when he used to do that to me. I could feel the cool wind blow through my hair. Little ringlets of brown curls covered my eyes.
I sighed. It was the only thing keeping me from screaming. I wanted to run to the middle of the crowd, jerk Char away from Hattie. But I couldn't, I needed to stay calm, take deep breaths. I had to figure this all out before I did anything drastic.
"May I have this dance?" I was so deep in thought that it took me a couple of minutes before I realized that the question was directed towards me.
I looked up. His hand was outstretched towards me. He wore a dark long overcoat, buttoned almost up till the top. He wore a hat that shaded his eyes, very unusual for a place that was indoors, but not uncommon.
I knew him form some where. Problaly some lord from some far off land, who's name I had forgotten.
"All right." I gave him a smile as I said it. I wasn't going to lean against the wall all night.
He pulled me towards the center of the ballroom. I panicked, thinking I would be too close to Char. He would see me.
We stopped just short of the crowd of gentlemen and ladies. The man gently grabbed my hands, and we began to follow the pattern of the other dancers. He was a good dancer, not as good as Char, but still good.
As he spun me around for the second time, I caught a glimpse of Char. Hattie had her arms wrapped around him, like I used to do a smile on her face. She whispered something in his ear, and I watched him laugh. My blood boiled with my anger. I was about to clench my fists, when I remembered that I had to be polite, I was dancing with someone.
We danced away from Char. Even though I was angry, I still wanted to see him as much as I could.
My partner spun me around again. This time I chose to stare at him. The buttons around his waist weren't done and I could see the color of a bright blue vest.
As we twirled around, the side of his overcoat came up. I saw a dagger. I instantly knew he wasn't someone I should be dancing with. I started to pull away.
"What's wrong my lady?"
I decided not to lie. There was no way he could hurt me in this crowd of people. "
"You're a thief or something like that. I warn you... you shouldn't steel from this castle. You would be caught and hung. I shan't be here to watch a man hang. So I-"
He laughed and stopped me in the middle of the lecture.
"Your right. But, I promise you. I only steal from people I don't like. I like you."
His words snapped me out of the daze I was in. I forgot about Char for a minute. My whole mind was a blank. I couldn't think of anything to say or do. For a whole minute, I couldn't decide weather to run or hold him close.
I took a deep breath, and all my thoughts started to flood in.
He wasn't a lord or lady, he was nothing close.
I heard the music play around me. Other dancing couples twirled around the room, skirts blowing, shoes sliding against the marble floors.
I noticed none of it. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I wanted to scream, laugh, cry, all at the same time.
I made my decision in a split second. I buried my head in his chest and let out a silent sob.
I lifted my head just slightly, tears making trails down my eyes.
Some where with in my confusion, I found the words to talk.
It was a low whisper, barely above a rasp, but the word caused my whole body to shake.
Oh god, I prayed seconds before the word left my lips, don't let this be a dream.
All I could see was his sweet smile, his warm eyes.
"Mark?"
Please review! It makes me work faster.
Oh and visit my webpage
www.geocities.com/thebestestlilprincess/lilprincess.html
(don't make fun of the name)
Here it is....... Chapter 30!
-Shaina
I turned around and stared at the last person I expected.
"Ariana!" I exclaimed a little louder than I should have, heads turned from the ballroom.
She put a finger to her mouth to shh me. She dragged me off to a far corner of the balcony.
I wrapped her in a big hug. "Where have you been?" She didn't hug back.
"It's none of your business." She snapped in a tone I had never heard.
"I've been worried."
She ignored my comment. "Is Jon with you? I need to see him." She put her hands on her waist impatiently.
"I left him behind in the woods..."
"You came here all alone! I can't believe Jon! I told him not to leave you alone!"
"But Jon didn't leave me. I left him. When he was asleep..."
She didn't hear me. "This is just the type of thing that Jon would do." She paused to think.
She looked tired. Anger burned in her eyes, and her face had a flat expression on it. She was pale, her cheeks held none of the rosyness they once had. Little ringlets of her hair lay flat on her face. Her gown seemed to hide her figure, by puffing out at the waist with layers of lace. Her hands lay flat on her side crumpling up her dress.
Applause echoed in the ballroom. Char had finished his speech. I longed to go in there, to maybe catch his eye.
Ariana was mumbling something about Jon being unable to do the simplest things.
I grabbed her hand. It felt cold and dead, even in the warm air. "Ariana, its all my fault. Don't blame Jon. He's been worried sick looking for you. He love's you"
Her expression faltered for a minute, but then became expressionless again.
I dropped her hand. It swayed at her side ready to crumple her dress.
"I have to go back in side." I sighed. "You'll be ok with out me right, Ariana?"
"Fine." She mumbled. I didn't stay to have her change her mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The ballroom had changed a bit since I walked in. Dancing couples twirled around the room, ladies gave mindless chatter in the corners, and dateless girls stood against the wall hoping someone would ask them to dance.
I could see Char through them all. He twirled around the room with his partner, effortlessly. I closed my eyes and remembered when he used to do that to me. I could feel the cool wind blow through my hair. Little ringlets of brown curls covered my eyes.
I sighed. It was the only thing keeping me from screaming. I wanted to run to the middle of the crowd, jerk Char away from Hattie. But I couldn't, I needed to stay calm, take deep breaths. I had to figure this all out before I did anything drastic.
"May I have this dance?" I was so deep in thought that it took me a couple of minutes before I realized that the question was directed towards me.
I looked up. His hand was outstretched towards me. He wore a dark long overcoat, buttoned almost up till the top. He wore a hat that shaded his eyes, very unusual for a place that was indoors, but not uncommon.
I knew him form some where. Problaly some lord from some far off land, who's name I had forgotten.
"All right." I gave him a smile as I said it. I wasn't going to lean against the wall all night.
He pulled me towards the center of the ballroom. I panicked, thinking I would be too close to Char. He would see me.
We stopped just short of the crowd of gentlemen and ladies. The man gently grabbed my hands, and we began to follow the pattern of the other dancers. He was a good dancer, not as good as Char, but still good.
As he spun me around for the second time, I caught a glimpse of Char. Hattie had her arms wrapped around him, like I used to do a smile on her face. She whispered something in his ear, and I watched him laugh. My blood boiled with my anger. I was about to clench my fists, when I remembered that I had to be polite, I was dancing with someone.
We danced away from Char. Even though I was angry, I still wanted to see him as much as I could.
My partner spun me around again. This time I chose to stare at him. The buttons around his waist weren't done and I could see the color of a bright blue vest.
As we twirled around, the side of his overcoat came up. I saw a dagger. I instantly knew he wasn't someone I should be dancing with. I started to pull away.
"What's wrong my lady?"
I decided not to lie. There was no way he could hurt me in this crowd of people. "
"You're a thief or something like that. I warn you... you shouldn't steel from this castle. You would be caught and hung. I shan't be here to watch a man hang. So I-"
He laughed and stopped me in the middle of the lecture.
"Your right. But, I promise you. I only steal from people I don't like. I like you."
His words snapped me out of the daze I was in. I forgot about Char for a minute. My whole mind was a blank. I couldn't think of anything to say or do. For a whole minute, I couldn't decide weather to run or hold him close.
I took a deep breath, and all my thoughts started to flood in.
He wasn't a lord or lady, he was nothing close.
I heard the music play around me. Other dancing couples twirled around the room, skirts blowing, shoes sliding against the marble floors.
I noticed none of it. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I wanted to scream, laugh, cry, all at the same time.
I made my decision in a split second. I buried my head in his chest and let out a silent sob.
I lifted my head just slightly, tears making trails down my eyes.
Some where with in my confusion, I found the words to talk.
It was a low whisper, barely above a rasp, but the word caused my whole body to shake.
Oh god, I prayed seconds before the word left my lips, don't let this be a dream.
All I could see was his sweet smile, his warm eyes.
"Mark?"
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