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Ciyera made herself comfortable in a room in the manner. Lettice and Thomas arrived a little bit later. Lettice was chattering, widly. They stopped finding Ciyera inside. "How did you get in here?"-Lettice demanded, while Thomas shook his head.
"The door to the courtyard was open," Ciyera replied. What really happened was Ciyera flew into the window in her peacock form. Then transformed under the moonlight.
"You were to lock that, Lettice!"-Thomas exclaimed.
"Forget it!"-Lettice waved Thomas away. "The ball was simply divine!"-Lettice fell on a feather seat. "Except for this girl who stole the prince's attention. Her unusualness must've intregued the prince! But I danced with him first!"
"Did he look into your eyes, and ask you to dance with him?"-Ciyera asked. "Then dance with you the whole ball? And barely let you go anywhere?"
"Uh huh!"-Lettice replied. Lettice and Ciyera begin waltzing. "Did he look in your eyes, like you were his equal?" Lettice nodded, eagerly.
"Did he you will his princess, and future queen?"-Ciyera asked.
Lettice faltered with a frown. "No, he didn't ask that!" she said. Ciyera kept dancing with her.
Ciyera's brow creased a bit. "Then he isn't making quick promises, it means he isn't making big claims; and turn away from you later."
Lettice nodded, and Ciyera twirled her.
Then Thomas stopped waltzing himself clapped his hands once. "Good Navesink princess," Thomas said. "Stop filling her head with foolish, uncivilized ideas! . You shouldn't worry about the prince and the ball, you can always become a savage mistress-"
"Be silent Lord Thomas!" - Ciyera glared at Thomas then transformed into a peacock under the moonlight, then flew out the window.
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Ciyrella
Historical FictionEdward Tudor is the son of Edmund Tudor, HenryVIII's brother(recently found alive). HenryVIII has made Edward his heir, Princes of Wales. Edward must chose a bride. Ciyera has come from the New World. She is a Navesink Indian. She is taken to Londo...
