Pandemonium: Chapter 2
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Isabelle's jaw hung open, staring intently at Alec. He gave her a quick glance, informing her that he was-until that point-blissfuly unaware of his selection. He quickly turned to look at his father, who failed to meet his eye. Alec knew immediately what that meant: his father had known since the Council meeting weeks ago, but failed to tell him. That's what Carstairs was talking about on the way in; that's what he meant by "the boy must know."
It was the larcena who then spoke. "The boy must head to Alicante now, yes hornist?" he asked.
"Yes, Larcena, he must come with me immediately. Is he packed?", replied the hornist.
Then, to everyone's surprise it was the Duchess Maryse who spoke. "No. He will head to his chamber and pack his things now. Carstairs, inform the servants that this is to be done with all haste.", she whispered quietly with her head down.
Out of nowhere, two servants started pushing him back up the stairs to his rooms, all the time referring to him as "Your Highness." Utterly confused, Alec went through the motions of packing his items and preparing to go to Alicante. As soon as he was done packing, he was ushered quickly down to the main reception room where his parents stood separated in the corner, looking at each other with mutual hatred in their eyes; Isabelle still stood in her original position; her mouth was still open in utter surprise.
The hornist bowed to Alec and said, "Your Highness, it is imperative that we leave forthwith. Come, your horse has been saddled and your bags will follow behind. Her Majesty is expecting you."
Before leaving the room, the castle, and his life forever, he took one last look at his family: his mother looked at him with tears beginning to form in her eyes; his father still neglected to make eye contact, as if he was ashamed; his sister had the look of realization upon her, and knowing that he would be leaving soon, she burst into tears and embraced him quickly. She was quietly pulled off him by Carstairs, who patted him on his shoulder and wished him the best of luck.
Without much thought, Alec was whisked on to his horse; then he found himself galloping away to Alicante, the City of Glass.
It was during that ride that...ahem
I immediately noticed that the Professor had put his pen down, and was staring at me intently. I gave him my best look of confusion. He nodded briefly, and then spoke:
Friend, this story is interesting, yes, but I think I'm missing many things. Who is this Alexander Gideon Lightwood, I mean really. I need to know more about him, his mind, his body, his soul. Where is this Idris, who lives here, when are we? I'm lost in a pile of details; there is nothing but plot here. The Arc-my patron will not accept something like this.
It took me a moment to get my bearings. This was the most he had ever said to me. I told him I felt like Prince Lev Nikolaevich Myshkin, that is to say I felt like an idiot. He laughed. I promised him I would include some more physical descriptions in the future, but that he would have to be a little more patient for the mental, as Prince Alec was still discovering who he was.
He gave me a satisfied look, and picked up his pen, signifying his willingness to proceed.
Sorry about switching into the Framing Device realm. It's just something I do for me. If you're getting bored, don't worry next chapter Alec meets Jace!