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~~The year 5134~~ "JOESPHINE POTTER!! Where have you been!!!" Joey rolled her eyes, she was surprised that Bessie had any time to notice what she was doing nowadays. Bessie and Bodie were so busy with Council affairs what with the talks of another battle between Seretus and Atiivar looming. "I was out." "Out???!!?? How can you be out? At a time like this?!? And what the hell are you wearing?!?! Prince Leery of Timon is coming to court today and you have to be there to greet him!! Hurry to your chambers..now!! I don't have time to be chasing you around. Between you and Alex and this war....." The slightest twinge of guilt overcame Joey. Bessie really was run down, what with their mother recently dying Mike Potter had become useless retreating from the world and his kingly duties. Bessie, Bodie and the Council had effectively taken over but everyone knew that the kingdom Atiivar was extraordinarily vulnerable at the moment. Which was why Prince Leery of Timon was coming to Atiivar. Joey was not stupid, not in the least, and she knew that a marriage was in the works between her and Leery. "Leery! What stupid name is Leery anyway? Dawson Leery. He sounds like a geek or a pathetic pervert. Can you imagine me, Princess Josephine Leery??" That thought immediately eradicated any sympathy Joey had for Bessie. "Gawd, I'd rather slit my throat then become Princess Josephine Leery." Joey stomped up the stairs barged into her room and immediately dismissed the protesting attendants whilst continuing her rant. "Geez, it's not like I can't dress myself. What do they think I am - incompetent?? And now I have to choose some stupid, dumb dress to wear to impress some stupid foreign Prince..so that maybe..maybe..I might become his bride, his little trophy to show around..all in the name of Atiivar and victory!" *Joey, that isn't fair.* A wise voice interrupted her rant, yet there was just the faintest hint of mirth at Joey's antics. *That's easy for you to say Gilk. You're a wolf! You don't have to worry about being married off to some guy you barely know.* Joey sighed. *It's just that I miss the old days you know? When I was left alone to my own devices - climbing trees, playing with the guys, rolling around in mud and getting dirty. Now they want me to be a girl! The soldiers won't even duel with me anymore and I am better than the majority of them. I mean I could kick their asses without dropping a sweat but no...they have to be careful cause I might get a bruise!* *Anyway how do I look? Be brutal, I don't mind* Joey stepped out from the screen to reveal the tall girlish figure in a scarlet silk gown. "Oh my god Joey...you look gorgeous. Let me fix your hair and then you'll be set." Jen Lindley, Joey's only girl friend appeared looking just as stunning in a pale mauve dress, her blonde hair curled into ringlets. "This Prince is going to be knocked off his feet. I guarantee you, Joey." Gilk smiled a wolfish grin nodding his approval and agreement.
"Pacey J.Witter, I swear I will never understand you!" "Must be something to do with your homosexual tendencies, hey Dougie?" "I mean your intelligent, your the best swordsman in this land, your charming and handsome..." "You do know that incest is outlawed, right?" "...and you just go about wasting your talents! I mean Dad is furious at you. Could you at least try? I mean for god's sake stop acting like you're the town loser and act like the Prince you are!" "I've heard this before Dougie and frankly I'm not interested." "Maybe, you don't realise this but I don't want to live in your shadow!" "Live in my shadow?? Ookaay...just how many pills did you take this morning?? I mean you're the fucking golden boy....and might I mention the heir apparent!" "Yeah and if only you'd apply yourself Dad would replace me in a second. You're the one with all the talent and potential...you were made to be king and everybody in the whole damn court knows it!" Pacey was silent at this remark. "Look Pacey, there's going to be an international forum this month at the Realm Keep. Dad wants you to be there. It's important, anybody who's anybody will be there ... including the Atiivarns. So I'm just warning you...be on your best behaviour and try not to screw this up. We leave tomorrow."
"Okay, can you see him?" "I'm not too sure, Jo, maybe he's the guy in the blue?" "Nah, I don't think so...oh my...gawd...what if he's the guy in the pink!" "The one with all those feathers? Eeewww...don't even go there! Besides Bessie wouldn't be that cruel to her own sister." "This is the same Bessie Potter we are talking about, right?" "Joey there you are! Come over here, you too Jen, there's someone I want to introduce you to." Joey and Jen moved towards Bessie who was talking animatedly to a man in green. "Prince Dawson Leery I'd like you to meet Princess Josephine Potter and Lady Jennifer Lindley. Josephine, Jennifer I'd like you to meet Prince Dawson Leery." "Just call me Dawson," the Prince smiled taking Joey's hand and kissing it, "It is a great honour and pleasure to finally meet you." *Is it me or is his head really big? And his hair has an unusual straw like quality to it.* *It is rather unusually large, his forehead in particular.* *Gilk?! Where are you?* *Just outside. He seems to be a relatively adequate example of a man.* *I suppose he's okay. At least he's not the guy in pink.* "Jo? Joey? Josephine? Is anyone there??" Bessie called. "What? I'm sorry, my mind just drifted, what were you discussing?" "I was wondering, Josephine, if you and I might go for a walk around the gardens and become better acquainted?" Joey looked at Bessie's and Jen's expectant faces. She sighed. "It will be my pleasure." Dawson beamed. He took Joey's hand and led her outside. "So Josephine, tell me everything about you?" For starters, I hate being called Josephine.
"Joey! Jo! Wake up! C'mon you have to wake up!!" "Go away Jen, it's too early in the morning!" "It's 10 o'clock." "Really?" "Really!" "Well it's still too early." "Seriously Jo, you have to wake up and tell me all about last night." "Last night? What do you want to know?" "How did it go with a certain blonde haired Prince that shall remain nameless?" "Depends on whose version you want...According to Prince Dawson Leery, after half an hour in each other's company he decided that we were...get this...soulmates!" "You're kidding right?" "Nope, 100 per cent telling the truth." "I foresee problems already." "And aren't you such the genius, Jennifer." "There's no need to get all sarcastic at me, just because your soon-to-be husband is delusional...it has nothing to do with me at all..!" "Why you...!" Joey picked up her pillow and threw it at Jen. Jen managed to dodge the pillow, barely, thanks to years of practice. "Anyway before you totally kill me with that pillow you should get ready. We're all going to the Realm Keep for some fun, international, diplomatic politics!" Joey rolled her eyes as she caught the offending pillow the departing Jen had hurled back at her. |
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