Lady Jonathan of Conte
Disclaimer: Ok, I am not going to say this again, I do not own Any books by Tamora Pierce, or most of the characters in this story!! Anything you don't recognize, or doesn't belong to Tamora, Belongs to me!! (including the plot.)
Summery: A totally backwards story. Alanna is a princess of Tusain, sent to the convent. Thom is her brother, sent to be a night in Tortall. Jon is a prince of Tortall, but he runs away to the convent and disguises as ....a girl? And where does George fit in? Delia? And what does Roger have on his face? My first Tamora Fic, but not my last! R/R
Chapter 1- Runaway Princess.
Prince Jonathan of Tortall sighed and put down his book. His simple cream shirt and plain brown breeches were wrinkled and unclean. Moving towards the window, he threw it open with vigor. This was not what he wanted.
All his life, he reflected as cold wind rushed over him, he had followed his parents wishes. Tomorrow, he would become a night. There was no question about it.
He remembered over hearing the maids talk about him, how the said how handsome he was, but how he was not a warrior. He flinched as he remembered how he could not stand the sight of blood. How the other boys would laugh at him!!
"He's such a girl." The words of his play mates rang through his head. He wished he could run a way, find some place where their would be no blood and no parents.
Then it hit him. The convent.
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Lights twinkled in the windows of a large palace in Tusaine. Rain poured down like torrents and lightning flashed against the sky. A carriage with four royal black horses rode out into the wet streets and thundered down the rode. The fog settles in, placing everything in thick gloominess. In fact, the gloominess of this picture, reflected the gloom of the two girls inside the carriage perfectly.
Princess Alanna, and Princess Salvadry sulked inside the black carriage.
"I don't want to go to the Convent," Alanna cried, "Why do we have to anyway?" "Because your mother decided that we both needed to be married to Princes and Lords in Tortall, That why." Salvadry replied
Salvadry's mother and father had died in an epidemic of Sweating Sickness and as a result, Alanna's mother had taken over the education and care of their only children, Salvadora and Salvadry. Salvadry's older sister and been married off to a Count in Galla when Salvadry was only 7. Now she was 10 and rarely saw or heard from her sister.
"I will hate it, Sal." Alanna said bitterly.
"On the bright side, we can cause all sorts of trouble and we will be away from your parents!" Sal answered, completely forgetting her own troubles in her valiant attempt to cheer her cousin up.
"I suppose." Came a dreary answer.
"Of course! And we can make tons of new friends! It will be fun!"
"No it won't."
"Look on the bright side, will you?"
"I'll try, though it will be hard," Alanna said through clenched teeth.
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"Welcome to the Convent, ladies. I trust that you will behave as expected. You clothes have been brought to your rooms. Please have a seat next to the other new arrivals." Said a stern looking woman who was wearing a plain gray gown with red embroidery on it and had brown hair tied up in a tight bun.
Two other girls were sitting in the room. The both had black hair, though one was noticeably more stocky. The other looked quiet stylish.
Just as the woman appeared again, another woman arrived. Behind her, was a very wet girl with short black hair two her shoulders and clear blue eyes. She was wearing a ragged blue dress that was much to short for her and, Alanna reflected, was looking quiet chest less.
The woman she was following was quiet beautiful. She had shining blond hair, done in a bun also, but also had ringlets which framed her face. Her ivory skin and baby blue dress matched her periwinkle colored eyes.
"My, what happened to you!" The woman in the gray dress said, apparently shocked.
"She says that she got separated from the carriage as it got hijacked from bandits," The other woman replied elegantly. "Her clothing is ruined too, but I will take care of that."
"Very well." Came the reply. She continued. "I am Madam Ethel and this is Madam May. You will speak to us using those terms. I am very busy, but I am sure that Madam May will show you to your rooms." With that she left.
Madam May, how appropriate. Alanna thought.
"Please come this way, girls. I will show you to your room and then we can get to know each other."
The five girls followed Madam May down the dusky hall ways, with many different thoughts.
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So, how do you like it? Hope fully it will he humorous. This is my first Tamora Fic. Help me out in any way you can ok?
Can someone be my beta? Please Review, and put your e-mail in it.
Don't forget to review, I want 5 reviews before I update!!
~RhiaCat
Disclaimer: Ok, I am not going to say this again, I do not own Any books by Tamora Pierce, or most of the characters in this story!! Anything you don't recognize, or doesn't belong to Tamora, Belongs to me!! (including the plot.)
Summery: A totally backwards story. Alanna is a princess of Tusain, sent to the convent. Thom is her brother, sent to be a night in Tortall. Jon is a prince of Tortall, but he runs away to the convent and disguises as ....a girl? And where does George fit in? Delia? And what does Roger have on his face? My first Tamora Fic, but not my last! R/R
Chapter 1- Runaway Princess.
Prince Jonathan of Tortall sighed and put down his book. His simple cream shirt and plain brown breeches were wrinkled and unclean. Moving towards the window, he threw it open with vigor. This was not what he wanted.
All his life, he reflected as cold wind rushed over him, he had followed his parents wishes. Tomorrow, he would become a night. There was no question about it.
He remembered over hearing the maids talk about him, how the said how handsome he was, but how he was not a warrior. He flinched as he remembered how he could not stand the sight of blood. How the other boys would laugh at him!!
"He's such a girl." The words of his play mates rang through his head. He wished he could run a way, find some place where their would be no blood and no parents.
Then it hit him. The convent.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Lights twinkled in the windows of a large palace in Tusaine. Rain poured down like torrents and lightning flashed against the sky. A carriage with four royal black horses rode out into the wet streets and thundered down the rode. The fog settles in, placing everything in thick gloominess. In fact, the gloominess of this picture, reflected the gloom of the two girls inside the carriage perfectly.
Princess Alanna, and Princess Salvadry sulked inside the black carriage.
"I don't want to go to the Convent," Alanna cried, "Why do we have to anyway?" "Because your mother decided that we both needed to be married to Princes and Lords in Tortall, That why." Salvadry replied
Salvadry's mother and father had died in an epidemic of Sweating Sickness and as a result, Alanna's mother had taken over the education and care of their only children, Salvadora and Salvadry. Salvadry's older sister and been married off to a Count in Galla when Salvadry was only 7. Now she was 10 and rarely saw or heard from her sister.
"I will hate it, Sal." Alanna said bitterly.
"On the bright side, we can cause all sorts of trouble and we will be away from your parents!" Sal answered, completely forgetting her own troubles in her valiant attempt to cheer her cousin up.
"I suppose." Came a dreary answer.
"Of course! And we can make tons of new friends! It will be fun!"
"No it won't."
"Look on the bright side, will you?"
"I'll try, though it will be hard," Alanna said through clenched teeth.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Welcome to the Convent, ladies. I trust that you will behave as expected. You clothes have been brought to your rooms. Please have a seat next to the other new arrivals." Said a stern looking woman who was wearing a plain gray gown with red embroidery on it and had brown hair tied up in a tight bun.
Two other girls were sitting in the room. The both had black hair, though one was noticeably more stocky. The other looked quiet stylish.
Just as the woman appeared again, another woman arrived. Behind her, was a very wet girl with short black hair two her shoulders and clear blue eyes. She was wearing a ragged blue dress that was much to short for her and, Alanna reflected, was looking quiet chest less.
The woman she was following was quiet beautiful. She had shining blond hair, done in a bun also, but also had ringlets which framed her face. Her ivory skin and baby blue dress matched her periwinkle colored eyes.
"My, what happened to you!" The woman in the gray dress said, apparently shocked.
"She says that she got separated from the carriage as it got hijacked from bandits," The other woman replied elegantly. "Her clothing is ruined too, but I will take care of that."
"Very well." Came the reply. She continued. "I am Madam Ethel and this is Madam May. You will speak to us using those terms. I am very busy, but I am sure that Madam May will show you to your rooms." With that she left.
Madam May, how appropriate. Alanna thought.
"Please come this way, girls. I will show you to your room and then we can get to know each other."
The five girls followed Madam May down the dusky hall ways, with many different thoughts.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
So, how do you like it? Hope fully it will he humorous. This is my first Tamora Fic. Help me out in any way you can ok?
Can someone be my beta? Please Review, and put your e-mail in it.
Don't forget to review, I want 5 reviews before I update!!
~RhiaCat