Please RR!!! i know its not that good, but cut me some slack, i'm new here!
I hate Galbatorix. I think I'll run away…psshh; I'd only get about a league away before they would catch me and kill me. As the girl continued to curse Galbatorix in her head, she realized was nearing her new assigned quarters. Her old room was too near to that new man's quarters. The door of the new room was large and had silver fittings on the side. "Probably ordered to make me feel as if I was still important", she muttered scathingly. She pushed open the gate to her new life and planned on waiting for the servant in bed. She owned only necessary possessions so it would only take one servant to deliver them. Sighing, she observed the interior the bedroom. There was no touch of love or care anywhere in the whole area. Everything was made of hard iron or dark mahogany, making it feel cold and uninviting. She sighed again and, because there were no sheets on the elaborate four-poster bed, sat in a hard backed chair that faced the drab stone fireplace. Since the girl had no intention of going before Galbatorix that day, she wore her long black hair in a limp braid, and was dressed in trousers and a man's tunic. This was the first day she had not been able to train, and she was rather jumpy. So it was as mush as a surprise to her as the servant that came knocking an hour later, that the girl had fallen asleep in the chair.
"Lady Nyala? Milady, please wake up."
The voice echoed in Nyalas' head as she struggled up right.
"Hmm? Wha…?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes to rid them of sleep.
"Milady, I have your belongings." said a young female servant. She held the small pile of clothes and weapons out to Nyala, who quickly stood.
"Oh, Thaeilla, hello. By the way, don't call me "Milady," you know mw better than that." Nyala added as she took the garments into her own hands.
"As you wish, Nyala."
"Good. Anyway, have you heard of the kings new favorite?" Nyala said casually, strolling over to the large wardrobe in the corner of the room.
"He looked hardly strong enough to spar a child, and his physical condition was horrid."
Thaeilla winced and said, "Do you not know who he is, Nyala?"
Nyala shrugged. "A Shade?"
The servant stifled a chuckle. She covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head as if feeling sorry for Nyala's ignorance. "No, Milady. He is Murtagh, son of Morzan. He is like you."
Hey! Please tell me if its boring I want to get better. I know this one is rather short and slow, but it will get better, I promise! Keep Rockin!!