20 Themes of Jonathon/Delia
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Swish
There were many things in Delia's life that made the swishing noise that she despised. The swish of her skirts, the swish of air that she felt when she was riding, the swish of her mothers hand as she slapped her, and none of those things compared to the swish of her heart when she first saw the young, naïve but proud Prince of Conte.
Convent
She had learned her lessons well at the convent. Jonathon was charmed by her, his squire pretended not to be but she knew deep down the boy was like the rest of them. His friends couldn't hear a word said against her and if her life went the way she'd planned it then she'd be the Princess of Conte before the year was over.
Beauties
Jonathon had seen a lot of beauties before. He'd seen it in various court ladies, in commoners in the city, and in the maids of the palace. Most of the time he ignored their charm and beauty for a simple life but when Delia came to court everything changed and started going downhill for him.
Roger
The only thing the convent hadn't prepared her for was Roger. He was dazzling and wonderful and everything the Prince wasn't. He even told her of his plots to become King and he; he would make her his Queen and not the Queen next to Jonathon but the Queen next to him. Greed and arrogance over took her and Delia accepted the offer to toy with Jonathon.
Learn
Delia learned quickly that Roger and Jonathon had a few things in common. They had their pride and hated when their vanity got damaged. They had their intelligence that they could both use. They had their strength in their physical and emotional states. And both of them, oh both of them wanted her badly and neither of them wanted to admit it.
Frustrations
She frustrated him. Jonathon didn't understand Delia nor did he care to learn her. She was silly and selfish and he had seen her courting with his cousin. She wasn't anything to him, or so he told himself yet every time she so much as glanced at someone else his stomach lurched and his blood filled with hot anger. She didn't matter and maybe just maybe he could convince himself it was the truth.
Anger
She couldn't handle this double life. She was a loyal servant to the Queen, and a plotter and soon to be Queen in the night time for her Duke. She also couldn't handle Roger's separation from her. He wanted her to dance for the Prince then ignore him then toy with him some more, so much that when it came time for Jonathon to play into her hands he'd slipped right out. It angered her that he the esteemed Duke Roger couldn't even handle a bloody Prince.
Lust
He admitted that he lusted after her but there was nothing quite so alluring about her anymore. He had fallen in and out of love quite quickly with her and it was a degrading fact and he didn't like that.
Death
At the first death of Duke Roger, Delia, Alex, and his squire whatever his name was were exposed. They were not exiled nor disgraced for Delia used her acting skills to say he threatened her and Alex said he'd done no such planning and it was a lie to turn his Knights away from the King and under no circumstances did his Squire ever associate with the Duke. The last part, at the very least proved to be true which was unlucky for Delia that secretly, in their eyes they understood.
Lost
And so she'd lost him, she'd lost her place in court, and she'd lost just about everything that mattered. She would not be Queen, she would not be the Prince's wife and she did not have a penny to her name. Yet, when the time came for her to be born down in grief she didn't. Jonathon would come back to her, oh yes indeed he would because he was senseless and even though he was enjoying his time with that slut of a Squire, he would tire of her soon. Or she would tire of him of course that was an option. Because Delia had done the same, had she not?
Hate
Jonathon hated that he loved Delia. He hated that he loved the Copper Isles Princess, he hated that he loved his former Squire. He hated that he loved his mother, he hated that he loved his father and he hated that he loved his friends. Anyone he loved could play him right over. His Uncle had done that, had he not?
Gone
Almost everyone who mattered to him disappeared. Delia had slipped through his fingers in a manner of speaking to join his cousin. Alanna had been angry and fallen straight in love with George Cooper who Jonathon knew deserved her. His mother was failing in health and now he learned that even George had lost Alanna. His father was lost to him, in a sea of grief, and his friends were stepping away from him. All he had left was his Princess and his hopeless future.
Play
He was in a play. He let someone else write the lines for him and Delia was glad to take advantage of that. He was like a puppet and although not now, the strings had once been in her hands and she knew exactly how to get them back. And if she didn't succeed, well she could marry a nice old duke, get rich when he died and then live her days out in guiltless pleasures.
Return
When The Duke Roger returned, Delia rejoiced. She was glad and fell to his feet almost instantly. There was nothing remotely inspiring about the act but the gratitude in his face was worth it all. Delia wouldn't fall to Jonathon's feet for he was not the real King. Not like her dearest Roger, King of Tortall.
Princesses
There was nothing fair about the coronation. Delia was overly angry by that. The Princess had died, the other Princess survived, the King's Champion had killed the Duke for real now, and she was a captured slave. There was nothing left for her until she met Jonathon's eyes and felt like smirking. There was a softness there that made her want to laugh. After all these years the Prince still harbored secret feelings, oh yes, yes he did.
Miss
Jonathon realized that he missed Delia. He missed her cruelty, and her cruelness. He missed her green eyes and the way she knew when he was being stupid. Thayet didn't let him walk all over the place like Delia had, and he missed that. He did love Thayet but not like his Delia.
His
She opened the next note. His Delia. She spat on the floor after reading that. She was no more His then she was his wife's. She wasn't a pet, nor was she a dog on a leash. But then, if it meant she got a visit from him well being called His Delia wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
Notion
Jonathon still clung to the notion that Delia loved him. When he stepped forward to see her he lost it. She didn't love him no more then she loved the prison. She looked at him with green eyes that still held life in them unlike most prisoners. She glowered at him briefly but then engaged in the same conversations he'd had when he was in his youth. To be quite honest, he wondered somewhere if perhaps behind all this hatred she did have affection for him.
After
After all these monthes the King never stopped visiting his former love interest. Delia could see he was mostly in love with his wife and children but she was something in his mind. She wondered if ever he called her name out in his sleep remembering his youth and blaming something like the Chamber of Ordeal or perhaps a nightmare. He probably did because Jonathon was weak and wouldn't admit to still lusting after sure a thing as Delia.
Interest
Years past and the King stopped visiting but others didn't. One of those was Nealan of Queenscove with his cousin Domitan of Masbolle. They came twice and both times told her what she wanted to know for no price other then not telling her about the Royal Family. Another visitor that shocked her was the Princess Vania. The small young girl told Delia that she was a Princess, and wanted to know exactly what had set Delia on her path to wanting to be Queen from top to finish. And so, Delia had complied and the second time Jonathon's daughter came to visit she told Delia of her own path and Delia admitted, she liked this well groomed girl more then anyone else she'd seen in a long time.
Fade
She knew she was fading and left a letter for Jonathon. Easily enough, when he read it he would probably regret putting her in the chambers for she still had all his secrets and wouldn't regret letting the world know like she intended. She'd wreck chaos one last time before she left, see if she wouldn't.
A/N: These probably weren't the best but alas that's okay. They remind me quite much of Heathcliff and Catherine from Wuthering Heights. Although Jonathon wasn't supposed to be as cruel as Heathcliff I can imagine his anger and frustrations towards Delia who probably went mad with it kind of like Catherine. I went to 21 because I kind of had to add an extra one in there once I finished rereading it. Well, that's that and if you have any idea what to do for the next one well just let me know because I've got not a clue.