Basically I went home last night and ate some wendy's and watched a movie with a boy. He's a nice boy, I'll have to introduce you all to him at a later date. All in all it was a nice night but we ended up talking for several hours afterwords so that means I was planning on going to bed at three... and then I texted Oliva (a high school friend) who happened to have just gotten back from Breaking Dawn. She said it was more scarring than any scary movie she's ever seen, (she's seen things like... the hills have eyes and creepy stuff). So that's saying something. But I decided to go over to her house at 4 in the morning (we'd talked for an hour) and we tried watching I am Legend but I fell asleep within the first ten minutes.
Stupid? Yes.
Worth it? Maybe.
Am I tired? Definitely.
So now I've run White Christmas twice today... sigh... a stinky face... I forgot to get my sister something for her B-day.
Anyway, my life is hectic end of story.
Here is the next Chapter. It's very short, but it's a big step in the plot. I hope you enjoy it.
Princess Rivalee (Part 5)
The couch in her study was removed and a bed was brought. But the room wouldn’t let it in. he servants would reach the doorway and hit a barrier. After the intensity of her meeting with the King it was all she could do to keep from giggling. She was so relieved to be away that giggles kept wanting to slip out.
The servants did not have the same opinion about magic, many made signs with their hand sto ward off evil. Others shifted around like lost sheep, having nothing to do. They had to do the will of the King but the proximity to magic could make anyone edgy.
Riva was baffled by their attitudes. Amazing how simply understanding how a thing works, takes all the mystery and terror out of it.
Eventually the Court Magician himself was summoned. He was plump, wispy gray hair sprouted from the edged of a bald head. His form was large and bulky. Riva didn’t think that magic was the only weapon he knew how to wield.
With a face screwed up in concentration, he waved his hands and the warm feeling of security, that had been a constant presence within the room, vanished.
Riva shifted in her plump chair uncomfortably. She already missed the warmth of the tapestries, the steady reassurance of the stone walls. It was like someone had violated her sanctuary. No one had set foot in her study for nearly ten years, and with a wave of a hand it was all gone.
The bizarre desire to giggle was gone, Riva seriously contemplated the power of the Court Magician, the power of any magician and the power of kings. These men could take everything from her if they wanted. Her father could kick her to the street, leaving her to be like a one of the many beggars she had seen, or worse. The Magician could do any number of dastardly things to her, things she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. For a moment she understood the fear the servants showed in before magic, before a king and even before her.
She looked up to the Magician who was eyeing the servants with mild interest. He had turned her solace into a prison. She swallowed, desperately wanting the comfort of the magic spell he had removed.The servants left one by one, but the Magician hesitated. “Those are my books!”
Riva gasped. She had completely forgotten. “Yes, please forgive me, I only wished to borrow them.” Standing, she hurried over to her desk and collected the books.
“How did you ever get them?” The Magician asked with pure curiosity, not a hint of anger in his voice or expression.
Riva frowned, confused by his question. “Well, I went into your study when you weren’t there... and took them.”
“You didn’t run into any... problems.” He probed cryptically.
Riva considered. “I seemed to have a hard time opening the door, it was rather sticky. You must remind the servants to give it a good cleaning. Took me nearly ten whole minutes to get it open, I was exhausted by the end.” She murmured, attempting to recall that day’s events.
“Interesting.” The Magician mumbled, he stroked at his beardless chin. After a moment he examined her with dark piercing eyes. “You know I thought that someone... else had gotten a hold of these. Someone much more dangerous. It eases my mind that they were in your possession the entire time...” He drifted off, still deep in thought. He seem perturbed by something. A few times he opened his mouth and then closed it. Riva waited anxiously, she had no idea how to act around this man. Finally he shook his head. “I believe I will take my leave, Princess.” He bowed and began to leave.
Riva bit her lip, desire and fear fighting within her. Desire won. “Please, do you think you could leave The Inner Workings of a Mage? I really have been enjoying it.”
His eyebrows went up. “You... are interested in magic, Princess? And you’ve been studying it?” He eyed the books that she had collected. “Obviously.”
“Yes, the concept.”
“Only the concept?” He chucked, his large belly bouncing up and down. “My dear girl, did you know that my study and your study have similar protections and wards? Simply knowing the concept is not enough to by pass them.” He settled down into a plump chair across from her. “You have the gift of magic.”
Huh? Riva stared blankly.
It took a full six seconds for it to sink in. Riva shook her head as if to clear out her ears. “What?”
“You have the gift of magic.” Straight, simple. She didn’t detect any sign of deception.
“That’s impossible-”
“Why are you denying it? You felt it when I took down the spell on your study. You were able to get past my spells. The only logical explanation is that you are blessed with magic.” Frustration drew his eyebrows together.
Riva said nothing. She hadn’t really expected anything like this. A thought struck her and she went pale. “What does this mean-” she swallowed, “my parents... who are they?” She whispered both terrified of the answer and needing the closure at the same time.
The Court Magician’s expression fell. He understood what she was implying.
According to the books she had read, magic was passed down from parent to child. It didn’t have to be much, but it still had to be present. Riva knew that the King had no magic to speak of. But the Queen...
She looked up hopefully, but the Magician’s tearful eyes made her heart sink.
The condemnation came in a whisper. “I tested the Queen for magic myself. She didn’t have any.”
Riva swallowed back tears and nodded. “Then it’s true? The rumors? I’m not-” Her face contracted, sobs escaped from her trembling lips. She hid her face in her hands, not wanting to show her twisted agony. Tears dripped steadily from her hands. Her sobs became louder and she lost control of her body striking out at the cushions.
The Magician laid a comforting hand on her shoulder for a moment and left her to herself and the safety of her study.
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