The Secrets of Almaro

This is the first two chapters of a book I'm currently writing, I would like to know what you all think!

Tricia is a sixteen year old magic weaver, with a specialism in the earth, she has a free spirit, much to her mother's dissaproval, and love to be free, mostly of the horrible dresses her mother continually stuffs her in. Soon she is told that she is to marry the stuck-up prince of Almaro. This is the most horrible thing that could ever happen, she just wants to live her life free from all the royals and balls.

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3. Chapter Three

I sighed and then turned to walk to my own room. I didn’t feel like sleeping just yet, so I took off the dress, relived I slipped into my night gown; it was a little more freeing. Then I opened my huge window, and crawled out on the roof. I liked sitting out here in the night time, I was usually here when I was mad or upset about something, when my grandmother died I spent two days out here. But that was the longest I had ever been here. I looked out over the grounds, at the city in the distance and the little lights emerging from it, looking like fireflies. I lay back and looked up at the stars. They sparkled perfectly in the clear sky. Maybe I could figure something out with my mother so I wouldn’t have to marry Roland. Or Roland and I could try and persuade the king or queen, but that would be very hard. They was known for their hard way of controlling their kingdom, they didn’t have much mercy. I didn’t really like then, but I had always kept that to myself, I didn’t think anyone would appreciate me saying it, even though I knew they all felt the same way. I started to get a little cold, so I went into my room again. I took out the bun and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up at ten. So I had slept late. I wonder what excuse my mom had given, maybe that I had gone for an early morning walk. I didn’t bother to get dressed just yet; I threw on a housecoat and walked down for breakfast. When I came into the kitchen I found Damien in there. Eating pancakes. I smiled at the sight. He was my best friend, and also the boy who I had been rumored to have slept with the most.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked and sat down next to him, at the little island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Well I thought we could hang out today.” He said with a full mouth, his manners really weren’t very well rehearsed.

“Sure, what do you want to do? Oh I’m starving, James can you make some for me too?” I asked James, he was standing at the stove, with a dishtowel over his shoulder. He nodded once with his back to me.

“We need to talk after this by the way, in private. I have huge news, and I mean huge.” I said and looked him in the eyes. He looked a little uncomfortable, and then he swallowed.

“Okay but could you cut that out, you know if freaks me out. We could go for a walk along the lake, I love that place.” He said. “Sure … wait, aren’t Amy and her friends planning on bathing there today?” I asked and narrowed my eyes at him. He looked totally clueless.

“Are they? Why I had no idea.” Not the most convincing lie.

“No way, but we can go up in the hills, the poppy fields are blooming now, it looks so beautiful.” I said, just as James put down a plate of pancakes in front of me.

“Sure, I guess, it’s no river but whatever.” He said and took another bite.

“We’re not going to watch naked girls, that is just sick.” I said and took a bite too.

“See this is why girls and boys aren’t friends, they don’t appreciate the same things.” He said while chewing.

“And they certainly don’t have the same manners.” I said and he smiled, showing me some of the chewed pancake in his mouth. “Ew.” I said and shoved him, he shoved me back and we stated laughing. We finished eating and I went upstairs to put on some clothes. I chose something my mom certainly wouldn’t approve of, but it was way more comfortable than the stupid dresses. I wore a pair of very short pants, which was totally inappropriate, and a Short sleeved shirt, both of which I had made for myself. I thought it would be better to run in and stuff. Then I picked a pair of sandals and ran downstairs, when Damien saw me his eyes popped open a little wider than usual.

“Are you kidding? You are practically naked!” he said, and imitated my mother very well. “No seriously you aren’t wearing much, you really should go put on something a little more … covering.” He said. Not that he minded me wearing this sort of clothes, we were friends, but he knew that it was things like this that gave me the reputation of being loose.

“Look I don’t mind if people see me like this, I am who I am and if people can’t take that then they can just go to hell!” I said loudly. I got a little edgy when it came to the parochial people of this town.

“Okay, okay wear what you want, it’s not like I care.” He said and opened the door for me. We walked out into the beautiful spring day together. I took a big whiff of the air and smelled the coming summer on the air. We walked up along the left side of the house, up towards the hills. They weren’t very big, but they had been great to play hide and seek in when I was little. Now we mostly just used them to hang out in. The poppy fields were exceptionally beautiful this time of year. I loved all the red flowers, and together, from afar it almost looked like the field was bleeding. Soon they came into view and when the flowers started we slowed down a little. “So what did you want to talk about that couldn’t be discussed in front of James?” he asked and sat down in the middle of the field. “Well there are two things, one is absolutely horrible, and the other is surprising.” I said and sat down next to him. “Which would you like to hear about first?” he thought for a while. He took a flower and started picking in it.

“The horrible first I think.”

“Okay then. Yesterday we got a letter from the palace. They said that I will be marrying the prince.” I said slowly, and he stopped picking in the flower.

“You’re joking.” He said and looking into my eyes with a slight smile on his lips, for any sign that I was kidding.

“No I’m not, and it is the most horrible thing in the world. I’m only sixteen; I’m not supposed to have an arranged marriage already! Actually I’m not supposed to have any at all!” I exclaimed.

“Shit, this really is horrible. I can’t believe your mother agreed to this. Wait, yes I can.” He said and thought for a second more. “I guess she’s thrilled actually, isn’t she?” he looked at me.

“Are you kidding? Of course she is this has always been her dream! But for her not me, so I guess when I got the offer she just jumped at it. I’m really starting to think she’s trying to live through me.” I said and fell back into the poppies behind me. They were nice and soft and cushioned my fall.

“Well then I think you should give me the surprising news, although I don’t think they can get any more surprising than this.” he said and dropped down beside me.

“Okay well, last night Roland and his uncle Nicholas came home from hunting trip, my mom had talked to the queen, and of course she suggested that they sleep the night at our place. So they came over and my mom pushed us together to talk. And I realized that he isn’t nearly as bad as we both thought. He is actually a real person, with real feelings.” I said and his eyed widened.

“Wait are you saying that he acted nice to the one he is supposed to marry someday? Oh my god that is a shocker!” he said with false enthusiasm. I rolled my eyes at him.

“You weren’t there; he was actually nice to me. And we talked; he doesn’t think this is a good idea either. He doesn’t want to marry me, just like I don’t want to marry him. He also said that he really isn’t a man hore, that he is the one all the girls want to sleep with, and that that is all they want.” I said, and I could hear just how stupid it sounded.

“You’ve got to me messing with me. Of course he said all that. He wants you two to become friends, and he knows you aren’t just any girl. He has seen you around school; he knows you are way more complicated than all those bimboes he has already slept with.” Damien started

“Look I know it might not seem like he meant it, and that he was just messing with me. But I could tell he wasn’t lying!” I was starting to get a little annoyed with him. Did he not think I could tell when someone lied to me?

“Look I just don’t think someone with that thick a reputation can really be a nice person.” He said, like my opinion just didn’t matter. “So what, I’m really slut? Because if he is as you say he is and you don’t believe that he could ever change or be different, well then I must be just like everybody says I am.” I said and sat up, angry with him.

“No look, I’m just saying,”

“You’re just saying that you don’t believe me! I think I can tell when I’m being lied to, and he wasn’t lying!” I said, and stood all the way up.

“Oh calm down, don’t be so melodramatic.” He said, and it felt like I'd just been slapped in the face.

“Uh, I can’t believe you just said that! You know that is the thing I hate the most being called!” I shouted at him, my temper was rising, I could feel myself warming up with anger. I had a bad temper and he knew that, we had had so many fights. I know I may be overreacting, but he knows me, and he should know not to push my buttons. “I’m out of here.” Is said and turned around and started running for the forest.

“Tricia! Come on I didn’t mean it, please come back!” he shouted after me. I didn’t bother to listen. I just ran.  

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