Disclaimer: I do in fact own every single one of the characters in here, so
no stealing or I will be forced to set Melisune on you.
" A proposal?" Princess Melisune's voice rang out through the hall
with a strangled note of incredulence. " A marriage proposal?"
" I know, Princess, it is a shock of epic proportions." Liira said in
a dry voice.
The two elven women exchanged grins and then burst out laughing.
Melisune's golden hair slipped from its careful fastenings and she had to
stop and rearrange her hair, giving Liira a chance to catch her breath. Her
old friend soon sobered and looked at her with those strange grey eyes of
hers, gold glinting here and there in her gaze.
" Princess, may I speak bluntly?" Liira asked, arranging her grey and
white skirts around her as she sought a more comfortable position in the
chair she was seated in by her Princess.
" You always do." Melisune waffled a hand at her, her crystal blue
eyes going from sparkling with humor to a cold stare.
" Perhaps you should look into this proposal." Liira started off
carefully, and when no guards were summoned to take her somewhere or
nothing was thrown at her, she continued.
" This man sounds serious about it, he is courteous in his letter, short
and to the point. None of this simpering that I know you despise."
" True." Melisune said in a bored tone.
" He is offering a rather steep bride price, one that not even your
parents would pay for Leila, and if I am certain of it, this is merely a
portion of what he has hidden away in his coffers in his own lands." Liira
knew quite well, for the man that was inquiring after her was her own
cousin, Donal of the brownies.
It was all because of Liira that Melisune had gotten the proposal.
Liira had told Donal that her young friend was in need of a husband because
of her wild and impetuous nature and her parents would give anything to
take her off their hands. Donal was a man of good impressions, as stated in
the offer for Melisune.
" Two hundred ells of hand woven brownie silk, in the house colors."
Melisune said, picking up the long letter that Donal had written to her. "
Mother would have a field day with all of it. And look at this!" She
snorted, a very un-lady like thing that Liira had been trying to wean out
of her. " He wants me to be delivered to his lands in a month, and only
then will he give the goods to my family, as soon as he has made sure that
I am everything he had expected. He would treat me as a broodmare, by the
sound of it!"
Melisune threw the letter down, an angry cast to her features now,
making her look for all the world like a demented angel, though lacking in
the wing area. Liira kept her snort to herself. She knew who had spoken the
words for the letter, but also knew that Donal didn't like writing things
like this and had his scribes take care of it instead. It was Mornal who
had written this, his handwriting apparent, since she was the one who had
taught him how in his child years. He always had been an arrogant little
fool, and it showed in everything that he did, even writing.
" Don't worry." Liira put a comforting hand on Melisune's shoulder
and drew her friend into a hug, one that was stiffly returned. " Donal is a
wonderful man, with beautiful lands to get lost in and hawking and hunting
as you never imagined."
" You know him?" Melisune drew away, a strange look on her face, of
suspicion and fear.
" Donal and I are family. He is the younger by many years, but family
nonetheless." Liira put more trust and warmth into her tone than she could
ever remember when talking with the Princess. " His intent is true. He
seeks a wife to love, to rule by him, and maybe even bear his children.
He's not in a hurry to domesticate you, and if you are lucky, you will
remain the wild terror that you know you are."
Melisune smiled, a true smile that was rare for her. " I shall write
back to him, and if I like the answer I get from him, then maybe I shall
consider it." She stood and stepped off the dais, leaving Liira to herself
and the letters that she herself had received that day, knowing that her
friend liked looking at them in privacy. " Maybe."