Post by Zanna-Banna on Jan 12, 2010 12:01:19 GMT 10
Title: Queen
Rating: G
Summary: Princess Lianne is a queen in her own right.
A story for Secrets and Lies week
Lianne of Conte hid her unique face in a dark cloak. She slipped out of the palace with ease, she had been doing the same for more than three years. Her dark hair was a reddish brown from a spell she had used. She used the same spell on her eyes, changing them from striking blue to a bright hazel. Her dress was dark and loose, so she could hid the many knives she carried on her person. Once she had freed herself of the place she wandered down the streets of Corus she loved. She did not drop her hood, however. It would not due for someone who knew her to see her. She watched street children play dispite the late hour. She stopped at the Night market to purchase a stick of warm honey. The honey warmed her, the fall winds were becoming chilly. She pulled her cloak tighter around her. She wandered the lower city's streets. To a person who had been there twenty years ago, she would have looked like her famous father. But there was something about her, the way she carried herself, that was different from her father. Her father walked like he could control the streets. Lianne walked like she owned them. And that was true, in two ways. She would never be Queen of Tortall, but she was a close friend and advisor to her older brother, who would be King, upon the death of her parents, But she already was a Queen. Once the chill in the air got too much for Lianne, she made her way to a small inn, The Dancing Dove. There she slapped the bar, and a young man, Samul, got her a mug of ale. She turned to the chair which served as the throne and sat upon it. A man was soon by her side, asking if he could have some help resoving an issue from 'Queen Lia.' Lianne smiled. Her brother might become king of the Realm, but she was Queen enough. Queen of the Rouge.
Rating: G
Summary: Princess Lianne is a queen in her own right.
A story for Secrets and Lies week
Lianne of Conte hid her unique face in a dark cloak. She slipped out of the palace with ease, she had been doing the same for more than three years. Her dark hair was a reddish brown from a spell she had used. She used the same spell on her eyes, changing them from striking blue to a bright hazel. Her dress was dark and loose, so she could hid the many knives she carried on her person. Once she had freed herself of the place she wandered down the streets of Corus she loved. She did not drop her hood, however. It would not due for someone who knew her to see her. She watched street children play dispite the late hour. She stopped at the Night market to purchase a stick of warm honey. The honey warmed her, the fall winds were becoming chilly. She pulled her cloak tighter around her. She wandered the lower city's streets. To a person who had been there twenty years ago, she would have looked like her famous father. But there was something about her, the way she carried herself, that was different from her father. Her father walked like he could control the streets. Lianne walked like she owned them. And that was true, in two ways. She would never be Queen of Tortall, but she was a close friend and advisor to her older brother, who would be King, upon the death of her parents, But she already was a Queen. Once the chill in the air got too much for Lianne, she made her way to a small inn, The Dancing Dove. There she slapped the bar, and a young man, Samul, got her a mug of ale. She turned to the chair which served as the throne and sat upon it. A man was soon by her side, asking if he could have some help resoving an issue from 'Queen Lia.' Lianne smiled. Her brother might become king of the Realm, but she was Queen enough. Queen of the Rouge.