Disclaimer: I do not own C.S. Lewis's Narnian characters, J.R.R Tolkein's Middle Earth characters, Christopher Paolini's Alagaesian characters, Tamora Pierce's Tortallian Characters nor any other character who might sneak their way into my story that I have not mentioned.
Authors Note: Well this chapter has some romance, but don't get to excited. The good stuff is coming, I promise. And thank you to all of you, (except my charming sister,) who submitted reviews, I really enjoy it!! Finally I cannot take credit for the names in my story, my "sisters" came up with their own names, but I'm glad you like them.
Chapter 3: Any good chapter ideas?? I'm not good at naming chapters, review and let me know.
Cicya slid her arm through Peter's as they met at the bottom of the stairs in the grand entryway. He stood a good head taller, and she had to strain her neck to look into his eyes as he said, "You must be the most gorgeous woman in all of the world," so softly no one else heard. Cicya blushed slightly, then shot Alya a warning glare, for Alya was refusing to link arms with her date, James Morrasson. Alya rolled her eyes, but complied, taking care to keep a large distance between James and herself.
The group walked a short distance down the hall to the royal ballroom, where they lined up to greet their guests. Only after what seemed like hours did the royalty prepared to make their entrance. Aili and Tissy both had a boy by their side, as was custom.
Two man servants pushed open the wide oak doors and the crowd fell silent as the band began to play MidEvil's anthem. The queens entered, heads held high and began to weave around the floor in the royal dance of MidEvil. When the dance was complete, the audience cheered, and Cicya moved breathlessly off the floor while the crowd moved in. She sat down and Peter offered her a glass of wine, which she gladly accepted.
"You picked up fast," she noted to her date.
"Well my part's not that hard, and for good reason!" he laughed, "but you were amazing."
"Years and years of practice!" she laughed in response. Peter took her goblet as the band started a slow song and offered his hand. Would you care to dance?" She lay her small hand in his, letting it get enveloped as he closed his hand and pulled her to her feet. They danced through that song, then traditional dances, and fast paced dances, and more songs. Neither of them muttered a word for almost two hours, but Peter always let his hands find her waist and hold her close, and she kept him there with her eyes.
"You look famished," Peter finally said, sliding his hand around her waist and escorting her off the floor. He sat her down and quickly made his way to the food table, hurrying back with his hands full.
"Lets go outside," Cicya said, standing up and taking some of the load off his arms. "It gets dreadfully stuffy in here." They made their way out of the large doors propped open to allow the cool evening breeze into the ballroom, then walked slowly to the gardens, finally sitting down again.
"You look awful worried," Peter noted, "is everything all right."
Cicya sighed. "I always feel bad having fun when my country is in danger." Peters hand slid around hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.
"You're country, all your people, are here, in this ballroom tonight," Peter said, gesturing with his free hand. "If all you're doing is worrying and making battle plans, you're going to wear yourself out. Its good for you to rest, even if just for tonight." He brushed a stray hair out of her worried eyes. "It'll all work out in the end," he promised in a whisper, leaning towards her.
She turned her head sadly, "I can't help but have a bad feeling about this."
"Please, stop worrying and just enjoy yourself," Peter stood up, taking her hand and they re-entered the ballroom, narrowly being missed by Alya and James who were dancing a rather fast and bumpy dance to a rather slow and smooth song. People dancing gave them a wide berth, and some, especially the older ladies, were watching the young queen with horror and disdain.
Cicya made to stop them, but Peter lay a restraining hand on her arm, saying "let them enjoy themselves," so she shot Alya a glare instead. Rose and Murtagh were dancing slowly in a corner, their bodies so close you couldn't tell one from the other.
Adrielle and James had mysteriously disappeared, and Aili and Tissy were scurrying around the room, playing with their friends. Cicya turned back to Peter. "All right, lets have some fun."