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Braelyn stared over the rolling hills of the kingdom wordlessly, expressing utter disrespect towards her "care-taker", as her mother had recently taken to calling Bell, a middle aged woman that seemed to have an endless supply of complaints and lessons.
"Are you listening to me?" Bell muttered irratably by Braelyn's side.
"No," she replied honestly. Bell sighed and rolled her eyes. She had long since resigned to Braelyn's moods, and would stubbornly sit through them.
"You know that Bridleton will never marry off their prince to a spoiled, irratible young child, don't you?" Bell's voice was gentler than usual, wary of upsetting her further.
"I'm aware of that," her voice was coarse and laced with supressed tears, "That is why I could care less what you're yammering about, seeing as I don't want to be married of to some 'Arian de Montage'," her voice dripped sarcasm and mock awe.
"Besides, he's probably some dolt that hasn't even found his Song yet," Braelyn's teeth dug stubbornly into her lip, and tears pricked the backs of her eyes, "And I've never even met him!" her voice cracked, and she collapsed into a pitiful heap next to Bell's feet, ashamed that a Princess should cry.
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I'm sorry, that's not very good, but I wanted to see what everyone else would add to it.
PS: In my next entries, I might start in first person, but I wanted to establish all the characters first :D
submitted by Koffee
(October 1, 2009 - 10:38 pm)
(October 1, 2009 - 10:38 pm)
((You are so awesome! All of you!))
(October 15, 2009 - 6:55 pm)
((Hmm...Braelyn is fading into the background, isn't she? I've no clue what to do with her now... *thinks*))
High in the tower, overlooking the palace gardens, Braelyn jutted her chin out and pressed her lips together. It was the only thing that would stop her from crying as she watched her betrothed and a serving maid walk hand in hand through the garden.
The tears did come, however, silent and regal, when Arian leaned in and kissed the girl. It was then that she made up her mind. She would not marry Arian. She would run away. With Jara. Jara would come with her, she knew it. She was always up for an adventure. But somehow the prospect of leaving it all behind did nothing to numb the ache and longing that had settled into a solid rock in the middle of her belly. As hard as the look in Arian's eyes when he looked to her window and saw her. As hard as his eyes when he smiled.
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Sorry, I kinda took control of everyone's characters there. Let me know if that's not okay :D And sorry that it's not very good. I just needed to do something with her, because otherwise she would sort of *die* and....well, I don't want her to die.... *grins sheepishly*
(October 15, 2009 - 8:06 pm)
Bell raged through the palace.
"How could you just do that?"She screeched at her spies."You were charged with keeping an eye on the prince!! He doesn't just escape like that! I want to know where he went, who he's with and how, in the name of the gods, was his father KILLED!!!!" The door slammed shut with a loud thud as the group of men escaped from the overwhelming wrath of Bell. Bell fell into her seat. A sigh escaped her lips. Nothing was going right. The prince was in love with another, the princess and her niece were planning an escape, the king of the other country was dead, and the country was in turmoil. Bell passed a hand over her eyes. She could not imaine how she would ever smooth this over with the royals. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Bell wept silently, mourining the loss of everything she had ever trusted.
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Sorry about the quality. I is very tired today.
(October 16, 2009 - 9:45 am)
((Koffee: I likes. :D))
//Arian//
Sixth conference that day, and only four o'clock. Arian closed his eyes. Initially he'd been much more collected, smooth, but by this point the questions of everyone were getting to him and he felt tired and harried.
"A sword was found in your room," a duke informed Arian gravely.
"Yes, well, the simple explanation there is that I take swordfighting lessons," said Arian crossly. "I cannot believe you'd have the gall to accuse me of murdering my own father."
"No, no, majesty," the duke said hurriedly. He was echoed by various other courtmembers and nobles. "But you know we must take every possibility into account--"
"One possibility is that you're all idiots!" Arian announced. He stood up and left the room to the sound of many worried buzzes from the courtmembers.
In his room, looking out the window and rubbing his temple, Arian sighed, thinking of what a mess this was all turning out to be-- the assassination, Jenette, whatever wedding had been planned, his association with the evil warlord, everything. He hoped Fahren knew what he was doing.
(October 16, 2009 - 3:09 pm)
((:D Thank you, Mary Liz :D))
Tears stained Braelyn's face as she hurriedly packed her bags. Bell would be back soon. She began to hurry out the door, then paused and turned back to a dainty writing desk in the corner. Parchment and an quill pen were still sitting atop it. She hurried over and began to write.
By the time she was finished, Braelyn's spiraled and delicate handwriting covered the entire page. It read as follows:
I'm sorry that you could not love me Arian. And maybe more so I am sorry that I could not love you. But you do not strike me as the sort of person that needs loving. I know that you killed your father. I knew as soon as I heard he was dead. But I will not call the authorities, or rat you out. Because I will not fight hate with hate. I will fight it with indifference. I hope that you and Jenette will be very happy, and I pray that you don't break her heart too harshly. Be successful in your life Arian. Love a little. I will never see you again, and I suppose that I never truly knew you.
~Braelyn
~*~*~*~
Before she left the palace all together, Braelyn slid the note under Arian's door. She did not cry.
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I know it's bad...but I'm tired, okay?
(October 17, 2009 - 12:54 am)
Much like Braelyn had, Jenette cried. she cried as Johann emcompassed her with his storng arms. But she yearned for a different pair of arms to comfort her. Arms she had every right to fear, arms and hands that had killed and felt little remorse. she had known it was he who was solely responsible for his father's death as soon as Arian's lips brushed her own. He was too solemn, too rigid, like he had little time left...
Oh,, sorry, I have to go, post more later.
(October 17, 2009 - 2:09 pm)
((It is NOT bad. It is good))
(October 17, 2009 - 3:40 pm)
I'm back! okay, so anyway, Jenette knew, Bla bla bla,
But she wasn't afriad, though she had every right to be. She was overjoyed Johann was no good at reading facial expressions. She was crying, not because she was in danger, but because she was not worthy of him, not worthy of even a murderous, rebellious, treacherous, prince.
And she peered into the evening, wondering if he was thinking of her as often as she thought of him.
sorry, it doesn't make any sense, but I got nothing but dead ends right now.
(October 17, 2009 - 6:49 pm)
Jara had decided it was time she went to her aunt. "Aunt Bell?" she called out, her voice echoing through the halls of her aunt's house. Bell stuck her head out of a doorway, where she had probably been cleaning. "Yes?" she asked curiously. "Well, I suppose you know that the Princess is planning to run away, and she wants me to come with. I am wondering if I can have my regular clothing back, as it would be easier to protect her if I don't have skirts hampering me." Jara proposed. Bell considered it. "I suppose you could. Is there no way she will turn back?" she responded, and Jara shook her head. "She doesn't want to be around that Prince Arian anymore. She saw him kissing that maid girl." she said, a touch of anger in her voice. Bell nodded. "Do you know anyone else you could trust to protect the Princess with their lives?" she prodded Jara. Jara nodded. "A pageboy, Jonan, about a year older than I." she responded promptly. Bell considered it. "Yes, Jonan would be good. Does he know about this already?" she said, and Jara could tell she was accepting the fact that the Princess would be running away. "No, he doesn't. Do you want to tell him, or shall I?" Jara asked. Bell looked at Jara. "It'd be best if no one knew I was involved with this. You can tell him."
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A couple of hours later, Jara was back in her trousers, and quite happy about it. She jogged back to the palace, and asked the Head Clerk if she could see Jonan for a minute or so. "Jonan. The Princess is planning to run away, and I'm going with her. Thing is, I'm not sure if I can protect the two of us, as she doesn't have much defensive reflexes as far as I know. Will you come with us?" she went straight to the point. "Tell the Clerks that it's an emergency, if you will." she said desperately. Jonan looked at her. "Yes. I'll come." he said briefly. "I'll pack. When are we leaving?" "As soon as possible." they arranged a meeting place and Jara left to go back to Braelyn. "Braelyn. Jonan is coming with us. Are you packed? I brought you something more practical to wear." Jara said, the words stringing out of her mouth at an unnatural speed. Braelyn blinked. "Okay.." she muttered, and took the outfit that Jara gave her. "We're meeting Jonan at [insertplacehere], okay? I want to do a couple of things before we leave." Braelyn nodded. "Right. See you!"
(October 18, 2009 - 9:10 am)
((@ Koffee: It was quite good. :) You're a beautiful writer.
@ Katie: Your writing makes me cry, in a good way. :D))
//Arian//
"No, I can't stay around much longer," Arian said crossly to Fahren. "You're going to have to take over the world soon, my lord, because they're getting wicked suspicious--"
Fahren's voice was smooth and unfazed as usual. "You'll be inducted as king soon-- as don't worry about your mother, I'll see to it she doesn't protest-- and then, of course, I'll be able to, ah, what were your words?... Oh yes. 'Take over the world.' "
Arian scowled.
"What's bothering you now, boy?" asked Fahren disinterestedly. He flicked a speck of dust from under his manicured fingernail. "You have to lighten up if you plan on ever being king..."
Arian's bitter look remained. "What do you plan on doing about Jenette?"
"Jenette?" Arian's glare made Fahren drop his pretense of ignorance. "Oh yes. The maid. You mentioned her... If you want to keep her safe, I'm afraid you're going to have to stop seeing her. People use other people against their enemies, and you have many enemies. The number isn't diminishing either." Fahren still sounded quite bored.
Arian mumbled something about who's side Fahren was on anyway.
"I don't pick sides, boy," Fahren called as he left the room. "I /am/ a side."
(October 18, 2009 - 3:45 pm)
Bell shook her head with admiration once Jara left. No doubt about it, the girl had a good head on her shoulders. Bell crossed the hall to her own room and closed the door. Opening her closet Bell reached through the hanging dresses until she found what she was looking for.
"There you are" she muttered as she unfolded a dusty pair of trousers. Bell scrounged in the closet until she procured a pair of sturdy boots and a white shirt.
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Bell emerged a few minutes later, clothed in country garb and carrying a rough sack. No one would recognize her now. Which was exactly what she wanted.
"Oh, if the queen could see me know" she murmmered under her breath. Passing throught the doorway and out into the bright courtyard, Bell squinted across the yard.
"There're the little buggers" she said as she spied the Princess and her niece "They are going to be sitting ducks for any old bandit out there." Bell laughed, striding through the crowds of people. "It's a good thing I'm tagging along."
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Ok, here's the plan. Bell will trail the princess and Jara keeping them safe. There's more to this girl than meets the eye! But they won't know she's following them OK???
(October 19, 2009 - 2:40 pm)
@at Mary W., Thank you, You're very good too. sniffles(is crying right now) And yes, it is a good kind of way,
Jenette
In the dim lighting, the prince carressed her cheek, muttering appoligies. But his previous words were all she could hear. Plunging into her skin like knives, making her blood run cold, colder than his black heart. A heart that was once hers...
"I can't see you anymore, Jenette." he'd whispered softly, but Jenette flinched as if he had screamed at her.
"I know," she had replied, trying to keep the desperation out of her cracking voice. Jenette punched as much meaning as she could into those words, telling him she wasn't afraid of danger, that he should stay with her and she would be happy. But all he heard was what she had spoken aloud, and that was when her heart broke, shattered into a million pieces and scattered to the wind with only one way to recover them, and that way was walking out the threshold at that moment.
Prince Arian bid her goodnight and left her in the semi-darkness, wondering if things, no matter how much they hurt, were meant to be.
(October 20, 2009 - 3:38 pm)
((Katie, I swear my eyes are literally filling with tears. You just took a scene straight out of New Moon and turned it into utter brilliancy. *teary smile* *cries a bit*))
//Arian//
Coronation. Arian was paying no attention, just staring straight ahead. His mind was a complete mess. One of the only people he owed loyalty to and wanted to help, Fahren, had taken away the only other such person, Jenette. On the other hand, if he'd stayed with her, he would have had to desert Fahren. In spite of himself he let out a low groan. This was not working out. Not at all.
He sensed the bullet before he felt it. Just as the king's crown was placed on his head, there was a dull pain in his side. He felt blood gushing out, and saw a few fragments of faces in the crowd-- Fahren, his armies storming the palace, leaving chaos in their path. His mother, laying on the ground... whatever. Jenette. There she was. She didn't see him, but he glimpsed her, and she looked not only terrified but also heartbroken and betrayed.
Prince Arian de Montage of Bridlemore fell to the ground, bullet embedded in his side.
(October 20, 2009 - 5:59 pm)
Did you kill him? oh, boy. Is he alive, still, with a wound, or is he dead? I'm trying to decide whether I should write a tragic chapter for Jenette or not.
(October 21, 2009 - 4:41 pm)
((*evil smile* I was sort of leaving that up to you... What d'you think? Personally, I think that he should be wounded, but everyone thinks he's dead. And no, I have no clue how that'll work. ;) What say you, Katie?))
(October 21, 2009 - 5:52 pm)