Post by Kypriotha on Feb 25, 2015 20:29:57 GMT 10
Title: Where it all began
Rating: G
Prompt: #107 - first crush
Summary: The story of Neal's first crush
Notes: I'm sorry for the appalling summary, but I couldn't think of anything else...
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Seven year old Nealan of Queenscove peered out from behind his mother’s skirts. He envied the ease with which his older brothers chatted with the various noble guests littering the Queenscove manor’s grand hall, but he shared no desire to join them in their rounds. In fact, if he’d had his way, he wouldn’t be here at all. Instead, he’d be safe in his own bedroom with his beloved books.
But his mother and father thought it was time he started socialising in their noble circles, in preparation for when he eventually followed in his brothers’ footsteps to the capital city of Corus – though he would most likely be heading to the royal university, not the page training yards like his brothers. He wasn’t sure why he needed to learn to socialise anyway. Everyone knew academics kept to themselves and hated parties.
A new family approached the Duchess of Queenscove, curtseying before her. Neal’s mother turned to the side, ushering her son out in front of her.
“Nealan, this is Lord and Lady Folcard. My Lord and Lady, may I present my youngest son, Nealan?”
Neal gave a precise, if stiff, bow in the direction of the Folcards. Lady Folcard smiled and ushered her own progeny forward.
“In return, may I present my daughter, Amelie?”
Neal straightened from his bow and found himself looking directly into the eyes of a pretty blonde girl a little older than himself. His breath caught in his throat. He had never seen anyone so pretty! His sisters were alright, for girls, but they were his sisters. They weren’t pretty. And all the other women in his family were so old.
But this girl, this young lady! She was stunning! Neal bowed again as she blushed prettily and executed a perfect curtsey. He was sure he’d never seen so perfect a creature in his life. Suddenly, Neal was glad his father had ordered him to leave his books and attend the party tonight.
“Nealan, why don’t you ask Amelie to dance?” his mother suggested. Neal nodded mutely and held out his arm for Amelie. Together, they swept gracefully onto the dance floor, Neal only almost stumbling once, and began a slow and awkward waltz that Neal thought was absolute heaven.
Rating: G
Prompt: #107 - first crush
Summary: The story of Neal's first crush
Notes: I'm sorry for the appalling summary, but I couldn't think of anything else...
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Seven year old Nealan of Queenscove peered out from behind his mother’s skirts. He envied the ease with which his older brothers chatted with the various noble guests littering the Queenscove manor’s grand hall, but he shared no desire to join them in their rounds. In fact, if he’d had his way, he wouldn’t be here at all. Instead, he’d be safe in his own bedroom with his beloved books.
But his mother and father thought it was time he started socialising in their noble circles, in preparation for when he eventually followed in his brothers’ footsteps to the capital city of Corus – though he would most likely be heading to the royal university, not the page training yards like his brothers. He wasn’t sure why he needed to learn to socialise anyway. Everyone knew academics kept to themselves and hated parties.
A new family approached the Duchess of Queenscove, curtseying before her. Neal’s mother turned to the side, ushering her son out in front of her.
“Nealan, this is Lord and Lady Folcard. My Lord and Lady, may I present my youngest son, Nealan?”
Neal gave a precise, if stiff, bow in the direction of the Folcards. Lady Folcard smiled and ushered her own progeny forward.
“In return, may I present my daughter, Amelie?”
Neal straightened from his bow and found himself looking directly into the eyes of a pretty blonde girl a little older than himself. His breath caught in his throat. He had never seen anyone so pretty! His sisters were alright, for girls, but they were his sisters. They weren’t pretty. And all the other women in his family were so old.
But this girl, this young lady! She was stunning! Neal bowed again as she blushed prettily and executed a perfect curtsey. He was sure he’d never seen so perfect a creature in his life. Suddenly, Neal was glad his father had ordered him to leave his books and attend the party tonight.
“Nealan, why don’t you ask Amelie to dance?” his mother suggested. Neal nodded mutely and held out his arm for Amelie. Together, they swept gracefully onto the dance floor, Neal only almost stumbling once, and began a slow and awkward waltz that Neal thought was absolute heaven.
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Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!