This is only the first part. The other is already written but it was too long so I split it in two.
Thank you to all my great reviewers!
A special thank you to Mrs. Dom Masbolle who has given me the ideas to three of my chapters! Your ideas are great! They are so detailed and everything! You are the best reviewer one could hope for. Thank you so much!
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Kel/Roald Pt 1: Roald's Musings
Submitted by: Mrs. Dom Masbolle
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As submitted:
"okay, i have another for you... kel/roald...
like, it's the night Roald found out that Chisakami died, and talks were going to be held on who the new betrothed would be...
and then... roald just snaps. he runs from the room into the rain..(pouring rain) ... once there he stays, and thinks and realizes. Then in all his manly goodness, with his clothes sticking to hischisled body because they're wet, he bangs on kel's door (she's a squire at this point) and declares his undying love, but not before sweeping her into the most passionate kiss she has ever had...
then they talk, and he tells her that he realized he didn't want another bride he had no clue about, that he wanted her, ( add in some wonderfully romantic language and eye staring) and you have a winner!
tee he... i though of this when thinking of how roald is never seen as brooding or moody, and then i pictured him standing at kel's door, soaking wet, gorgeously handsome, blue eyes staring into the very depths of kel's soul as he tells her he is in love with her!"
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--In the Conference Room--
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Roald was nervous, why would the Yamani delegation call an emergency meeting? Why was everyone staring at him in pity? Something was wrong, Roald itched to know what.
"Roald, son, we have some distressing news."
Roald shot a confused look at his father who had spoken but didn't answer.
King Jonathan continued: "Princess Chisakami has passed into the dark realms, bless her passing."
Roald looked at the ornamentally carved wooden table he was sitting at. His face was hard he didn't want to look his father in the eye, scared he would see the small glimmer of hope.Roald was sad that the princess was dead, he was neither hard nor cruel but in truth he had not wanted to marry her. She was a stranger, he didn't know her, let alone love her. In fact, his heart secretly longed for someone else, but he knew, that he had to marry for the good of the kingdom. He felt his heart rip to shreds every time he said that; for the good of the kingdom. He had to please everyone, never himself.
He had to sit with everyone as a page, never just with his friends.
He had to be a good boy, never could he help his friends in a fight.
Never could he avoid the rules, never help his friends, always traveling with guards even though he was now a knight by one month exactly.
He couldn't fight in the front lines, always at the back, for the good of the kingdom.
He couldn't help his friends beat Joren, for the good of the kingdom.
He could never have any fun, he had to be serious, for the good of the kingdom.
He couldn't marry for love, he had to marry for the good of the kingdom.
He might have a chance if he fell in love right now, to convince his parents to let him marry. His parents said that if he had fallen in love they would've let him marry her but too much time had passed, he hadn't fallen in love for all they knew and he had to marry now, for the good of the kingdom.
Little did his parents, the king and queen, know that he had already fallen in love. but for a relationship like that to work the person he loved had to love him back.
He turned his attention back to the people who spoke. He tried to focus on the discussion to figure out what they were talking about.
"-There is another princess, princess Shinkokami. She would make a suitable wife--"
Fury boiled in Roald's veins. They were already talking about a new wife for him! Princess Chisakami had already been forgotten in the haste to find him a suitable marriage!
What if he was tired of always being composed and proper? What if he was bored of being 'the perfect prince'? What if he decided he wanted to live his own life?
"Is it fair for Princess Chisakami for her to be forgotten so quickly?" He blurted out to the head of the Yamani ambassadors.
Roald's parents exchanged alarmed and confused glances whilst Lord Raoul and The Lioness exchanged raised eyebrows.
The ambassador looked calmed but his eyes betrayed fury at him; "We have not forgotten the princess' passing but a marriage for you at the moment is more important--"
"More important? How can a marriage possible be more important than a death? And what if i didn't want to marry one of your princesses? What if I didn't want to marry at all?"
Before the Yamani ambassador had time to respond, Roald stood up and stocked, fuming, from the room. Banging the door shut behind him.
Rain was pounding outside but Roald did not spare it a second glance. He strode out into the downpour, furious.
Why was it that every one had a say in his life except for him?
Why was it that the thing he wanted the most in his life was the one thing he couldn't have?
He stared out into the dark sky, lost to his thoughts.
The rain had soaked through his tunic and shirt but he couldn't feel the cold. his clothes stuck to his well muscled body. He was the image of perfection. His perfectly aligned face stared motionlessly forward, his shockingly blue eyes piercing the clouds trying to find the sun.
He was gorgeous, to say the least. He was tall and muscular, fair and just. He was an honorable man who could melt any maiden's heart. But he far too much of a gentleman to toy with a maiden's heart to begin with. He was a man, grown up, no longer the mature boy he had once been. His voice was low and beautiful, it sent a shiver up your spine. His voice held power and authority though he'd never use his princely influence, ever. He always hid his emotions, like now, but one could tell that this man was hurting on the inside.
He was one day destined to be king, and a great king he would be. He always honored justice and he had the stomach to do certain things even if he did not like them.
His raven black hair swung in the wind, whipped in front of his face. His red lips held tight. His eyes were tight as well, he looked as if he could collapse from his emotions from any moment, but he was far too strong to actually do that.
He had done a wrong by leaving that conference like that, it was terrible behavior on his part. But was his life really meant to be governed forever by someone else?
Couldn't he make this one little choice for himself?
And then, Roald of Conté did something that he had never done before.
He made a decision to defy his kingdom's well-being. This one time he would at least try to please himself, just this once.
He walked in, towards the squire wings.
He knocked on the door of the one person he had always wanted, he had always pretended to like just as a friend, for the kingdom.
The door opened and Keladry of Mindelan gasped.
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Okay well this is the first part. Hope you like it. Like I said, the second part is already written. I hope you like it, Mrs. Dom Masbolle. Your ideas have been great! Keep them up! Thank you so much!
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xxTunstall Chickxx