A Novel In Progress
It has yet to be named....
Here is a story of a love that was destined to fail from the beginning...
It's quite long, I'm just warning you
Once upon a time, there was a princess who went into a city in disguise.
She saw a very handsome young man but she could not talk to him, for even
in her common garb, she was still royal blood and could not even fall in love
with a commoner.
This man's name was Keldf. He was a common thief and he saw her and he loved
her immediately. However, he knew that she must be special--married, arranged
or intended, for no woman that beautiful walked the streets with that kind
of assurance unless she was already destined.
He approached the woman, even though he'd probably be arrested. His heart
would not let him stay motionless and let the opportunity pass him by.
"Hello, miss," he said as he cursed himself for his plainness. But there was
nothing else he could say; the butterflies in his stomach would not allow
better words.
"Hello," she replied curtly, trying to keep her throat from knotting up. This
handsome man actually approached her? But she was trying to blend in! And
so far, no one had said a word to her.
"I couldn't help but notice you." That was idiotic. If this woman was taken,
then she would report to her husband! Keldf continued as if he had not finished
his sentence before. "--had been looking for the grocery mart. You were
looking for the grocery mart, weren't you?" A common thief should not be
associating with a woman like this. He cursed himself for even coming up, and
again for his awkwardness. He had never been this way before with any other
girl who had thrown herself at his feet! And this woman was just walking
through the market place!
"No, I was not. I was enjoying the market place scene. It's very amusing
to me." She tried to pretend she wasn't interested in him. She tried, but
her stomach was doing little flips and cartwheels inside her. Why was this
man here? She didn't do anything to provoke an encounter. But then, it
really didn't bother her, either. She didn't have the will to approach
anyone like he did.
"Oh. I thought you were looking for the mart. Oh well." He began to walk
away, cursing himself yet again. Why? He didn't know what for, except that
he was now walking away from a beautiful woman.
"Wait! I never caught your name!" the princess called out, feeling really
ridiculous. Now why had she done that?
What? Was this beautiful woman actually asking for his name? "Keldf!" he
called back. She really was beautiful. She had long blonde hair, soft blue
eyes, and a dark brown cloak that covered her saying that she was not entirely
poor. Her lips were medium and a pale-pink, and she had the most perfect nose
to fit her delicate features. How he wished a woman like that could love him!
"What's yours?"
"I cannot shout my name!" she replied. How handsome he was! With his black hair,
dark brown eyes, and medium-sized muscles. He was a thief, most definitely.
Most definitely. His posture showed that he was ready to fight or
flee at any moment, and his muscles showed that he was definitely a worthy
opponent. His eyes showed a fierceness that could have been tenderness for
half a moment when he was face to face with her. Oh, and why couldn't princes
be like that?
"Then I will come to you again." He walked over, hoping that didn't sound too
strange. And he cursed himself for shouting his name across the market place.
Being in love could damage everything! But this woman would definitely have been
worth it, had she not been taken. He would five his life for someone like her.
When he had come back and was so close to the woman that he could see every
eyelash, he said, "Now will you tell me your name?"
"I am called Iyana Linndor. That is what you can call me." What an awkward
sentence that was! 'That is what you can calle me'? What was that? That
sounded alien, or even like a person speaking the language for the first time.
"Iyana... That is a lovely name." A name worthy of a princess. Oh, and this Iyana
could pass as a princess, had she the right clothing. If only she wasn't
taken! Keldf would have swept her up this very moment and taken her to a
quieter place to talk, if she had not been taken. In all his twenty years,
he had never seen such beauty, and he had traveled to many lands and learned many
languages. Iyana. Not a name one would associate a man like Keldf with.
He frowned in his mind and tried to keep his face the same way it had been.
Trying to show nothing.
