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by Mango 2/21/2011, 9:18 pmYou’re aiming to low,” Jagg spun his sword above his head.
“I’m trying; it’s just too heavy…” I complained.
“Then how will you ever become a spectacular? He said attacking with a swipe of his blade.
“But I don’t want to rule,” I parried his blow looking directly into his brilliant golden bronze eyes, my heart skipped a beat. “I want a family and a quiet life.”
I motioned for him to stop. Sliding my sword back into its scabbard I leaned against the cobble stone wall breathing heavily. Jagg’s tunic clung to his muscular frame sticky with sweat, His eyes were closed, his light brown hair plastered to his face. I had once asked him why his eyes were gold; he said he had gotten into a fantastic fight with a beast. I believed him from then on we were inseparable.
“Jagg…” I watched the court yard, gardeners trimming the whitest roses, and servant’s scurrying back and forth.
“Mm…” He had copied me but had tilted his face toward the sun.
“I was just wondering-“
“You’re always wondering…”
“Crown princess,” a squire quickly was crossing the court yard, in his hurry he sent up a cloud of sea gulls.
“Not now,” I moaned under my breath, Jagg’s lips twitched.
With a low bow he said,” you are needed in the council room, your highness.”
Quickly I thanked the squire, Juan Pablo before turning I walked away with Jagg at my heals. The thick dark blue carpet muffled the sounds of our footsteps; we didn’t talk until we had reached my chamber.
“What do you think that was about?” Jagg asked.
“I don’t know. But, they’re most likely trying to arrange my marriage,” I muttered the last part under my breath.
My chamber consisted of five rooms, my bedroom, study room, my closet, entertaining room, and the bathroom. Jagg had decided to wait in the entertaining room until I was dressed. My lady in waiting wrinkled her pale freckle dusted nose when she saw me,
“My lady, how did you get so …” I watched her with amusement as she struggled to find the proper word while loosening the ties on the back of my tunic.
“How about filthy,” I supplied pulling the tunic over my head.
I listened to her light tinkling laugh, and then she threw me for a loop. “My brother thinks highly of you. He also speaks of you often.”
I didn’t dare comment as I helped pull a pale blue dress over my head. Picking up my silver backed hairbrush I ran it through my shoulder length dark wild red hair. Picking up my mirror I looked at my dirt streaked face.
“Candy…. Can you fill my water basin?”
She smiled and walked out of the room leaving me alone to slump into a chair to think about what she had said. My brother thinks highly of you…. Jagg is Candy’s brother I already had known that….
“Cameron, your basin is ready.”
I jumped at the sound of my name. I went to the bathroom bare footed. The icy water sharpened my senses, washing my face, hands, and the back of my neck. My brain spun with the newly procured information. Could Jagg possibly like me more than he should? My face flushed at that possibility. No, we were best friends nothing more. Drying my face with a soft white towel I went to meet him. Jagg smiled when he saw me, his eyes sparkled with energy.
“You look different.” was all he said.
“You smell the same,” I smirked.
Jagg let out a low laugh. Opening the door for me; we walked down the hall a short while. I glanced out the window every time we passed one longing to be out side it. In no time we were at a door, very large and intimidating.
“Here goes nothing,” and the doorman opened the door....
My heart thumped in my chest as the double doors swung inward, the whole counsel was there, including, my father and the other kings and queens from lesser kingdoms. The political issues here in Isaidora are simple where several countries that have their own king and queen , but then there is the High king, My father. Who in turn, deals with all the problems going on in all the kingdoms and pass major bills in all the kingdoms like bills or who goes to war with who
“Cameron, good you could join us,” my father said. He has long brown hair that his held back by a silver circlet, pale blue eyes, and high cheek bones. He offered me a seat to his right while Jagg chose a spot in the corner behind my seat. His gold eyes were brooding, apparently we were thinking the same thing this cannot be good.
“What’s wrong?” I asked sliding into the chair.
A new king I had never seen before said, “The Dragons, They killed my father declaring war on my country.”
Dragons, they were defiantly not good news. “Well, they must have had a reasons,” I turn, usually Jagg was silent during these meetings unless it was absolutely necessary to put in his word. “what has your country done recently to offend them?”
The young King bristled at being insulted by one of the lesser knights, “I assure you that the Dragons attacked brutally and unreasonably as they always do, Sir.” He made an attempt to sniff daintily. The young king glared at Jagg his green eyes flashing.
“Excuse me but might I ask your name?” I say, hoping to avoid bloodshed.
“It’s Garrett,” he said stiffly.
My father coughed before continuing and said,” this is the one among many War threats we have received this year. The question is do we go to war?”
A low murmuring filled the room as the lower kings and queens discussed this opportunity.
“Do we?” my father asked his eyes flashing. “Submit your vote within the hour.” Standing he motioned to Jagg, Together they left the room.
Well that’s odd, I thought. Excusing myself I went out into the hall and hid behind a tapestry
“Azia cannot spy on her own people, Jerrid.” Jagg said obviously flustered.
“She will if she lives in this country!” My father spat filled with venom. “or it will be considered a criminal offence.” My father sped passed me without noticing.
I turn seeing Jagg, in his face hurt was showing. “Jagg…” I said weakly.
“I gotta go,” he bolts past. “I got to warn her.”
Heart stopped as I realized, this had just gotten bigger than he could handle.
************************************
Going back into the council room I sat back in the chair struggling to remain calm, I thought, why had he said that and most of all who is Azia?
“Do we have a verdict?” My father asked. His face expressionless, no evidence from the argument At all on his face.
A man stood head filled with dark red hair and a violent looking goatee, “we do have a verdict, its war.”
I sat in my chair and buried my face in my hands.
To be continude...
“I’m trying; it’s just too heavy…” I complained.
“Then how will you ever become a spectacular? He said attacking with a swipe of his blade.
“But I don’t want to rule,” I parried his blow looking directly into his brilliant golden bronze eyes, my heart skipped a beat. “I want a family and a quiet life.”
I motioned for him to stop. Sliding my sword back into its scabbard I leaned against the cobble stone wall breathing heavily. Jagg’s tunic clung to his muscular frame sticky with sweat, His eyes were closed, his light brown hair plastered to his face. I had once asked him why his eyes were gold; he said he had gotten into a fantastic fight with a beast. I believed him from then on we were inseparable.
“Jagg…” I watched the court yard, gardeners trimming the whitest roses, and servant’s scurrying back and forth.
“Mm…” He had copied me but had tilted his face toward the sun.
“I was just wondering-“
“You’re always wondering…”
“Crown princess,” a squire quickly was crossing the court yard, in his hurry he sent up a cloud of sea gulls.
“Not now,” I moaned under my breath, Jagg’s lips twitched.
With a low bow he said,” you are needed in the council room, your highness.”
Quickly I thanked the squire, Juan Pablo before turning I walked away with Jagg at my heals. The thick dark blue carpet muffled the sounds of our footsteps; we didn’t talk until we had reached my chamber.
“What do you think that was about?” Jagg asked.
“I don’t know. But, they’re most likely trying to arrange my marriage,” I muttered the last part under my breath.
My chamber consisted of five rooms, my bedroom, study room, my closet, entertaining room, and the bathroom. Jagg had decided to wait in the entertaining room until I was dressed. My lady in waiting wrinkled her pale freckle dusted nose when she saw me,
“My lady, how did you get so …” I watched her with amusement as she struggled to find the proper word while loosening the ties on the back of my tunic.
“How about filthy,” I supplied pulling the tunic over my head.
I listened to her light tinkling laugh, and then she threw me for a loop. “My brother thinks highly of you. He also speaks of you often.”
I didn’t dare comment as I helped pull a pale blue dress over my head. Picking up my silver backed hairbrush I ran it through my shoulder length dark wild red hair. Picking up my mirror I looked at my dirt streaked face.
“Candy…. Can you fill my water basin?”
She smiled and walked out of the room leaving me alone to slump into a chair to think about what she had said. My brother thinks highly of you…. Jagg is Candy’s brother I already had known that….
“Cameron, your basin is ready.”
I jumped at the sound of my name. I went to the bathroom bare footed. The icy water sharpened my senses, washing my face, hands, and the back of my neck. My brain spun with the newly procured information. Could Jagg possibly like me more than he should? My face flushed at that possibility. No, we were best friends nothing more. Drying my face with a soft white towel I went to meet him. Jagg smiled when he saw me, his eyes sparkled with energy.
“You look different.” was all he said.
“You smell the same,” I smirked.
Jagg let out a low laugh. Opening the door for me; we walked down the hall a short while. I glanced out the window every time we passed one longing to be out side it. In no time we were at a door, very large and intimidating.
“Here goes nothing,” and the doorman opened the door....
My heart thumped in my chest as the double doors swung inward, the whole counsel was there, including, my father and the other kings and queens from lesser kingdoms. The political issues here in Isaidora are simple where several countries that have their own king and queen , but then there is the High king, My father. Who in turn, deals with all the problems going on in all the kingdoms and pass major bills in all the kingdoms like bills or who goes to war with who
“Cameron, good you could join us,” my father said. He has long brown hair that his held back by a silver circlet, pale blue eyes, and high cheek bones. He offered me a seat to his right while Jagg chose a spot in the corner behind my seat. His gold eyes were brooding, apparently we were thinking the same thing this cannot be good.
“What’s wrong?” I asked sliding into the chair.
A new king I had never seen before said, “The Dragons, They killed my father declaring war on my country.”
Dragons, they were defiantly not good news. “Well, they must have had a reasons,” I turn, usually Jagg was silent during these meetings unless it was absolutely necessary to put in his word. “what has your country done recently to offend them?”
The young King bristled at being insulted by one of the lesser knights, “I assure you that the Dragons attacked brutally and unreasonably as they always do, Sir.” He made an attempt to sniff daintily. The young king glared at Jagg his green eyes flashing.
“Excuse me but might I ask your name?” I say, hoping to avoid bloodshed.
“It’s Garrett,” he said stiffly.
My father coughed before continuing and said,” this is the one among many War threats we have received this year. The question is do we go to war?”
A low murmuring filled the room as the lower kings and queens discussed this opportunity.
“Do we?” my father asked his eyes flashing. “Submit your vote within the hour.” Standing he motioned to Jagg, Together they left the room.
Well that’s odd, I thought. Excusing myself I went out into the hall and hid behind a tapestry
“Azia cannot spy on her own people, Jerrid.” Jagg said obviously flustered.
“She will if she lives in this country!” My father spat filled with venom. “or it will be considered a criminal offence.” My father sped passed me without noticing.
I turn seeing Jagg, in his face hurt was showing. “Jagg…” I said weakly.
“I gotta go,” he bolts past. “I got to warn her.”
Heart stopped as I realized, this had just gotten bigger than he could handle.
************************************
Going back into the council room I sat back in the chair struggling to remain calm, I thought, why had he said that and most of all who is Azia?
“Do we have a verdict?” My father asked. His face expressionless, no evidence from the argument At all on his face.
A man stood head filled with dark red hair and a violent looking goatee, “we do have a verdict, its war.”
I sat in my chair and buried my face in my hands.
To be continude...
