I'm back. WHAHAHAHHAHA.
And weirder than ever.
Okay, to tell you the truth, I don't even remember if this was the blog I guest-posted on. It was one of Storyteller's, for sure, I'm just too lazy to find the link {sorry guys}.
But basically, I think I scared you out last time I posted. Sorry 'bout that.
So, this will probably be a normal {*cringe*} post because I like Storyteller, and I'd rather not have her ban me from her blog {not that she'd do that, but I take no chances}.
SO.... I finished a novel 'bout last year, and I'm working on the second. I have been posting
tid-bits of it, but I haven't given anything reveling out. So, you're going to get something reveling, for all you bloggers who have read the first bit*:
My peace and quiet is interrupted by
the Duchess and Duke’s son, Lord Cedric. ‘’Queen Alissa; I would not have
expected the honor of finding you in the hallway. A pleasure it is,’’ Lord
Cedric says politely. When anybody important is near him, he is quite alright,
pleasant even. It is not so with ‘’the lessers,’’ as I’ve heard him call the
servants and peasants.
‘’Lord Cedric, I must say the same,’’
I say coolly, traditionally holding out my hand for him to take and kiss. He
does. I find that tradition silly and frivolous, but I’m required to do it.
There’s an awkward silence. Usually
people warm right up to him, and there is no trouble talking between them. But
Lord Cedric and I have a different relationship and we do not talk so warmly
and easily with each other. I’ve often wondered if he’s wondered why I don’t
warm up to him like so many other people. I think he must, because he often
glances at me with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes.
‘’Ah, and the little miss Princess
Flannery,’’ Lord Cedric says, breaking the silence. He takes his long, white
fingers and tickles them under Flannery’s chin. She laughs, but not out of
pleasure, more by being tickled. Somehow one of them moves its way up to her
mouth, where she then bites him, hard with her one tooth, on his finger.
‘’Ow!’’ Lord Cedric yelps. He quickly
snatches his fingers away from Flannery and massages the injured one. ‘’She’s
growing quickly, Queen Alissa,’’ Lord Cedric says less politely, trying to
hastily wipe a drop of blood off his bite. ‘’I’m very sorry for your bite. She
must be teething. Would you like me to take you to the Healer’s Wing?’’ I ask
politely, a faint smile dancing on my lips.
‘’No, no… I’ll take myself, I
wouldn’t want to take your time away from you…
Thank you for the pleasure, Queen Alissa,’’ Lord Cedric says hastily, in
his effort to get away. He quickly vanishes down the stairs.
‘’Now, Flannery, you mustn’t take to
biting people,’’ I say absentmindedly, beginning to pace again.
I am now officially made to go to
dinner, now that I don’t have an excuses to avoid it. Flannery is still too
young to be taken with me, so I give her to Maria to take care of her until
dinner is over.
‘’Lord Cedric, how delightful it is
to see you again,’’ I say stiffly but politely. Him being a guest and all I’m
required to sit next to him at dinner, ensuring his uncomfortableness.
‘’Queen Alissa, I never fail to enjoy
my time spent in your company. Princess Flannery is not here?’’ Lord Cedric
asks, slightly uncomfortable.
‘’No, she’s not,’’ I ensure a little
bit laughingly.
‘’A shame that is.’’
We talk rather politely and stiffly
together about small things, like how the weather was like when he traveled
here, how he thinks it’ll be when he leaves… small things like that. Dinner is
not fast enough when talking about small topics.
‘’Ah, another one,’’ Andrew sighs
tiredly, bending over his desk in our room.
‘’Another what?’’ I ask curiously. ‘’Another
letter asking for betrothal to Flannery with their son.’’
‘’What?’’ I yelp, clutching my only
daughter closer to my chest. Flannery squirms uncomfortably in my arms.
‘’A letter—‘’
‘’Yes, yes, I know, I heard that.
Thank you. I didn’t know, however, that people were sending letters to you on
the subject?’’ I interrupt. The idea of Flannery, in only seventeen years,
wearing white and getting married makes me uncomfortable. Do they really grow
that quickly? My baby’s too young to be getting letters asking for betrothal!
‘’Yes, it’s custom to do so for a
royal daughter. Fifty-two year olds asking for her hand in marriage once she’s
eighteen to fathers with children with all different ages to people asking who
hope their un-born yet child will be a male.’’
‘’I hope you’ve refused them all,’’ I say fiercely, holding Flannery
to me even tighter. She wails in discomfort. ‘’Alissa, you know I couldn’t do
that. Potentially some of these letters could be from very good men in the next
few years. I’d rather have her married off to some kind, good man than being in
love with some bad one. I answer all of them with ‘’please ask again once
Flannery is of age.’’’’ Andrew says simply. It makes good sense and that’s the
part that annoys me.
‘’Now, I’d suggest loosening your
hold on Flannery before you suffocate her,’’ Andrew says lightly. Sure enough,
I find my hold on Flannery… was a bit
too tight. She’s still giving me a mis-trusted glance even a few minutes later.
It's a larger, more boring piece but it shows more of Alissa's life after Snow White One. So.... It's all good.
*If you're wondering, my first novel IS online. However, it's on a private blog that I would have to give you acess to to read it. I am more than happy to grant that, but you'd have to email me.
La Email:
madeline.blueberry@gmail.com
Anyway, cheerio!
~Madeline
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She has finished her first novel, Into The Forest, and is currently working on her second.
Chocolate or vanilla? Depends on what it is.
