Demitytes Bride

A very cosy ball

Kashara felt like she was like those rich stuck up nobles who rode past in their glittering carriages through Daravez all dressed up in luxurious tunics and complicated rich dresses, off to some queer gathering or tea tasting in the name of socialising.

She remembered some extravagant nobles even had jewels studded in the wheels of their carriages. Pointless and senseless. She had remembered there had been once when a jewel had fallen off the wheel of some carriage. Motly and Little Tileus had a brawl over it at first, then it had been kept at the House of Descius, should the unfortunate noble ever come for it.

No one ever came.

She could just imagine the precious jewels collecting dust and grime through the streets, eventually returning to dust themselves.

She felt like the jewel here. A pointless redundancy here only to be shown off. She had no practical purpose. Kashara frowned. No that wasn't right. Fallon told me he needed a mage to mend Demitytes's magic. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't useful. She thought .

Then why was she even being paraded through a crowd of nobles and courtiers when the planet's safety was at hand?

Fallon had long since left her side, conversing with some nobles in the distance. She currently stood next to Lady Affola and her daughter Lady Feola. An annoying pest who wouldn't leave her alone. Though Feola seemed quiet and reserved unlike her larger than life mother. She didn't seem to have the typical image of a spoilt rich kid.

"My lady we must absolutely upgrade your wardrobe," Lady Affola pointed out, "It is unthinkable that you have only two dresses as of now!! My goodness! The queen of the planet with only two dresses!! Imagine what society would say!! You really should have brought your exquisite Erth gowns " She said dramatically, waving her large fanning sleeves.

Yes thank you Affola. I hadn't know people who were kidnapped had to have a ready trunk of rich dresses to carry away, incase they had a urgent ball to attend where ever they were kidnapped to. Of course how could i have been an idiot. Kashara thought snarkily.

Behind Lady Affola, her daughter, Lady Feola grimaced at her mother and offered a apologetic smile at Kashara. Kashara was surprised by the gesture, but nodded at her. She anxiously scanned the background for a sign of Fallon. Though he was her kidnapper and enemy, he was infinitely better than Lady Affola who was now tittering on about the usefulness of some obscure shade of pink in bringing out her nose curve, or whatever, joined by some other lady.

She had to make a quick escape before she attracted more crowd from the likes of Affola. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of a short balding man. Lord Dalbus! She sighed in relief and quickly turned to Lady Affola and her steadily growing retinue.

"It has been an absolute delight talking with you Affola,''

Yes, I had the utmost pleasure of imagining myself dismembering your head - She added to herself. "but, unfortunately, I am the Queen of this planet" She bit her tongue, that had come out a bit wrong. "What I mean is as I am now, unfortunately, the wife of the busy and important King Fallon." okay stop talking now you idiot! Feola hid a smile behind her long sleeves.

She paused and took a breath, "What I really meant is, I am a Queen of this planet, and of course I have to share this burden of my husband.... I mean husband's, in running this planet. So I have to leave you and your delightful conversation" yes utterly delightful in taking my life " to attend to my queenly duties that...will no doubt be queenly and important and possibly more important than discussing the twelve uses of tea cosies with you.." She paused then hastily added " though I am sure tea cosies are of course very, very important in the progress of our planet" She silently added yes they will be very important, considering one of the uses can be strangling people you particularly dislike, I am sure. She was pretty sure tea cosies could be used to strangle people. At this point she was even willing to give a little demonstration. However something niggling at the back of her mind told her that use was not on the list Lord Lintenberg gave her.

When the group of women stared at her with a bit of panic, she awkwardly took a step away from them and remarked " So I'll be going, to do my queenly queen duties that are...um... very...um....queenly." She trailed off awkwardly and turned to go, ignoring the calls of some of them.

"No wait,..." She heard Lady Affola call out but she snorted. She wasn't staying even if they gave her the throne. Oh wait they actually were...good thing she wouldn't stay anyway. She gave a slight wave at Feola, who returned it and turned away. She heard a raise in the murmuring as she began walking away, but just rolled her eyes determined to ignore them.

She again scanned the background for Lord Dalbus but found him absent. Damn. Now people would think she was free to talk to them and would approach her. Damn these people! Can't they tell when someone doesn't want to socialise. Kashara thought vehemently. Just because I am at a ball introducing my arrival onto Demitytes doesn't not mean I have to socialise. Then she realised how weird that sounded. Whatever, but still, they annoy me.

She turned around the ball room across roaming eyes, and dancing couples, past the buffet table inhabitants who sloshed around with wine in their hands. She searched the dark recesses of the ballroom for a familiar face, but she only met wandering hands and questionable honour. Rebuffed and anxious to avoid the many groups of simpering ladies whose eyes and mouth followed her actions.

She wished she could leave the ball, but the armed guards who stood sentinel gazing at the merry upper echelon suggested otherwise, without of course saying anything. She some how got the idea that the guards were not guarding the upper elite as much as keeping a look out for, maybe party crashers, for they seem too interested on the dance floor than looking outside to stop people coming in. Or maybe they just wished they were on the dance floor, being surrounded by beautiful maidens then standing guard all night.

Aware that some of the ladies were growing steadily near her, she became frantic. Why in the name of posiden were Demitytans even so obsessed over tea cosies. There was no way in the seven hells of tartarus was she sitting through another discussion about those blasted tea cosies.

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Surprise guysss! omg i think some of you are carrying pitch forks for me. How sweet. Just what i was looking for! My garden tree keeps shedding.
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But seriously,i am really sorry guys. I know my irregular updates are a pain and it's really amazing some of you still persevere in readng my story.

You have no idea how grateful I am to all of you. Thank you so much guys. And as an extra thank you gift for the recent spike in votes ( I seriously love you guys) I am posting the second part of the ball tomorrow. Hurray!!

I am done with both...but I just need to tweak the second chapter a bit, and besides..*puts on sun glasses suavely* every story needs a good villain.*cough*author*cough*

Hahahhaaha don't worry guys I don't plan on doing anything villanous ...yet. Also by the way, One of Fallon's lines ( a really crucial line) in the next chapter is in my author's note. See if you can figure out which one.

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