Demitytes Bride

The killing perfection that is Fallon

Kashara felt like she had been trampled by a herd of angry elephants. Mornings never agreed with her. She untangled herself from the bedsheets trying to remember why she had even roused from her deep slumber in the first place.

Nothing seemed to be bothering her so she nestled herself back into the blankets, eager to sink back in to sleep.

"GET UP" A harsh voice suddenly sounded making her jump nearly two feet out of the bed. Kashara landed with a thump on the floor and groaned moodily. She pushed her unruly hair out of the way to glare at whoever had a deathwish.

A tall slender man stood at the foot of her bed staring down at her with a severe expression. Kashara was bewildered by the new man in her room and challenged him with a questioning glance.

"I am your etiquette master and tutor, Lord Lintenberg. First lesson for the day. A lady is well awake before the star rises." He stated austerely with a stare that could freeze sahara.

Kashara picked herself up from the floor cursing her bad luck. A small chuckle from the near the door made her turn. Fallon was lounged on the wall watching her with amusement.

"You! What is going on?" Kashara advanced on Fallon, ignoring Lintenberg's presence totally.

However before she could take another step, Lintenberg stepped in her way with a completely scandalised expression.

"ATROCI-," he began exclaiming loudly but suddenly caught himself and continued in a lower tone of voice.

"If I may be so presumptuous to speak, Lady Kashara, It is utterly disrespectful to raise your voice at His Highness, especially in the presence of others." He stated glaring at her with beady eyes.

Kashara glared back at him steadily. Why the heck is he so protective of Fallon. Don't tell there some weird kinky love story going on!!! Kashara thought in a moment of craziness. Then she remembered that Fallon had told Lord Dalbus to call her 'Your Highness'.

Feeling triumphant, she waspishly announced " Yes it is presumptuous of you. And by the way, it is Your Highness to you."

Lintenberg seemed unfazed and cooly replied her " I'm afraid not Lady Kashara, until the time your marriage is actually over."

Kashara frowned. What the heck was he trying to say. Is he trying to hint that my marriage might not take place? Then she remembered she didn't want to marry Fallon. She squinted at him trying to decipher if he meant anything.

However Lintenberg just blinked back at her. She gave up frustratedly and focused her attention Fallon who was still staring at her like she played a comedy show on her face. Why the heck was the guy always laughing at her anyway?

"What the heck is so funny?" She snapped at him. He winked at her, causing her jaw to drop. What the heck. He had totally acted like a evil warlord on Erth, and now he pretended to be some weird flirty, charming -not charming- guy?

"Stop your inane nonsense retard!!!" She snapped.

Behind her, she heard Lintenberg murmur faintly. " My goodness! I had no idea the ladies of Erth were so uncouth. No wonder Erth is so much uncivilised than us."

"Lady Kashara is not from the court of Erth Lord Lintenberg. However she is a gifted mage, more powerful than any of the nobilty." Fallon explained with a rare reprisal of his character.

"Not a nobilty!?!" Lord Lintenberg stared at her in absolute horror. He seemed to slighty back away from her.

Kashara saw a perfect opportunity to get back at Lintenberg.

"Yes! I'm from the Daravez. Otherwise known as the slums in Erth.... That is not an problem, is it?" She asked with wide eyes.

Lintenberg now backed away in earnest. "A commoner?!!!? A lower class person??!?! My prince cannot marry someone of such ...such low rank. He is too preci..." Lintenberg swallowed heavily looking between Fallon and Kashara. His panic seemed to visibly mount.

He suddenly crumpled to the ground. Kashara stared at him with a odd mixture of shock and incredulity as Fallon knelt down to check him.

"Fainted." Fallon announced. She snorted at that. She had to be right. There was some fishy love story going on here.

"He seems awfully concerned about you, oh precious Prince Fallon. " she said impishly.

Fallon stilled and turned his head. "What the heck are you trying to insinuate Kashara?"

If she heard correctly there was a twinge of panic in his voice. Kashara smiled to herself. Oh yes. Fallon was so going to regret kidnapping her.

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"When swirling the osque in your osque glass, your head has to incline exactly 33 degrees to your right." Lord Lintenberg snapped irately at her.

"Ughh! Why am even attempting to explain this to an ignorant clout. What you're doing is 'I think I saw your wig fall down'!!"

Kashara groaned in annoyance aa she once more tilted her head at god knew what angle and raised her arm to swirling the osque.

Another one of the inane practices in Demitytes - swirling an alcholic drink to the guests indicating a welcome?

How did an angle of head indicate anything???

Apparently every angle meant something. 120 degrees meant issuing a challenge of death. How the heck does one even turn your head 120 degrees??

Kashara fumed to herself.

WHACKKK

Lintenberg slapped her head as she had stoned for a minute or so.

"I said do the welcome of a thousand swans! We have only twelve hours till the celebration and I cannot let someone who acts like an uncouth street rat represent the perfection that is his majesty"

Kashara groaned again. This was going to be a long day.

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How was it guys ?

Liking Lintenberg so far?

:) Sorry i did it so late guys:(. I was almost done...but i just felt like i had to add something.

So anyone get the killing perfection reference? (Hinthint : read inuyasha)

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I'm so sorry some of you guys couldn't see it earlier:)