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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2. Chapter Two

I don’t know how long I spent there. Dancing, laughing and hanging out with all the wonderful creatures. But when I was on my way home I could still hear the distinct music in my ears. I was so relaxed and though I hadn’t thought much I had certainly calmed down. I was ready to talk about this absurd idea. I reached the front door and just as I was about to open the door it opened for me. It was James, out butler.

“Oh thank you James.” I said and practically danced by him. I was so happy. I took the stairs three steps at a time, and twirled all the way down to my room.

“Tricia! You can’t just come home looking like that!” My mom’s voice carried so easily down to me. But not even her anger could burst my happy bubble.

“I got caught up.” I said and giggled a little, I never giggled.

“You are wearing no clothes, where is the dress?” she asked. I had completely forgotten about the dress. I was still wearing the little white one from the forest.

“Well I guess I forgot it out there. I can go get it if you want?” I asked and almost turned to go.

“No, you will most certainly not. We are expecting visitors soon, so please get dressed.” She said.

“Who is coming?”

“The Prince and his uncle, the queen just called, they are coming home from a hunting trip, and since our house is on the way to the castle I suggested they spend the night here.” She said, and tucked a wild lock of my hair behind my ear.

“What! You’re kidding right? He can’t come here!” I exclaimed, and my bubble burst. I had come to peace with the fact that I was going to have to meet him formally sometime, but not this soon.

“Stop shouting, and yes he can. Now you need to take a bath and get ready. I put out the purple dress we bought today, for you to wear.” She said and walked ahead of me into my room.

“And please, behave while he is here. I don’t want you to tell any of your little stories.” She said and went into my bathroom.

“But what will I talk about then?” I asked.

“You will talk about how you recently got accepted to Blands College and you will say that it was all do to your excellent school grades.” She said, while filling the tub and putting in bath salts and soap.

“But those are lies. You bought me into the school, because my grades suck.” I said, thinking that I really needed to take my education a little more serious if I wanted to be taken seriously in the future.

“Yes, but it sounds so much better my way.” She said. “Now turn off the water when the tub is full and take a nice long bath. They are coming at eight, and there will be served tea then. So get ready, and be polite.” She said, and then she left. I slipped out of the dress and hopped into the bath. I didn’t bother to put up my hair, like my mom would have me do. Then I turned off the water and relaxed a little. If anything my mother sure knew how to draw a bath. The mix of scents complemented each other perfectly. She had the same power as me, as her mother, but she didn’t use it anymore, though she still knew how to mix the right things. I had begged her when I was little to show me how to control my powers, but she just said they were overrated, really she just didn’t want me to get too attached to them. She wanted me to be her little puppet, but I didn’t want to obey. My grandmother had taught me how to use and control them. She is dead now, though I miss her sometimes, alot. But that was a long time ago, and if you don’t move on you will never reach your future.

I spent a long time in the tub. Longer than I had to, but I just didn’t want to face him. I got out of the tub, dripping wet and leaving puddles on the floor. I looked in the mirror. My hair looked very dark when it was wet; really it was chestnut-brown with a hint of red. I wish I had all red hair, like my mom, it was so beautiful. I looked into my eyes, they stared back at me, deep green like moss, and almond shaped. I had gotten a blow dryer as a birthday present last month, my mom wasn’t much for it, but I loved it. I had convinced her to put up sockets all over the house, so I could plug in whatever I needed. She had said no at first, but then I had agreed not to bitch about the ball she was throwing for my birthday anymore and she agreed. We did a lot of things like that; she granted permission for me to do things if I promised to do things in return. I was kinda looking forward to see what she was going to let me do or have so that I would marry Roland, it had to be huge.

I put my hair up in a bun and didn’t bother to put on any makeup, I knew mom wouldn’t approve of it but I just didn’t like covering my face in all that sticky stuff. Then I went into my room and got into the dress. It was just as stiff and itchy as the one I had on earlier. My mom said the bigger the better, with dresses, I translated that to the more uncomfortable the better. I didn’t get why women didn’t just wear something else, this was unbearable. I took a look in the full length mirror next to my bed. I looked like a stuck-up bitch. So I guess my mom would be thrilled.

I got out of my room slowly and took my time walking down the hall. When I was at the top of the stairs I could hear them in the living room. I made myself walk down there. And when I rounded the corner there they were, sitting in the living room, drinking tea and chatting about god knows what. Like robots they all turned their heads at the same time. My mother’s mouth turned into a flat line, she saw I didn’t wear any makeup. The uncle smiled. And Roland looked up and down me, and then nodded approvingly, like I was a piece of art that he didn’t know if he liked. I hated this, I felt like a monkey in a cage.

“Tricia, dear come sit down.” My mom said and patted the spot next to her. I walked over, and slowly sat down. My mom took my skirt and without anyone noticing lifted it so she could see my feet, which were bare. I could feel her stiffen next to me.

“Well hello, my name is Sir Nicholas, you can call me Nicholas. So you are the beauty who my nephew will marry?” the uncle said and smiled at me, my mom nudged me and I did my best to smile back.

“I guess so.” I said, and looked briefly at Roland. I had to admit he didn’t look bad at all. He was tall, I knew that from school. He had dark curls, and his face was simple yet very handsome, with a strong straight nose, and brow, deep-set eyes. He was quite muscular. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, still judging. I wanted to turn my eyes at him, but controlled myself.

“Yea, Tricia is much honored that she was chosen for such an important role. She was looking forward to going to Blands College, but this is much higher priority.” She said and smiled at me.

“Wait, what?” I was a little shocked, it sounded like I wasn’t going to Blands school, which I actually didn’t want to, but I did want to go to a college, if I couldn’t travel.

“Well honey you can’t possibly go to school when you have a place to fill here.” She said, and gave me the smile she gave me when she wanted to discuss something later.

“Right of course.” I said, and acted like I was completely okay.

“So would you like to see our garden? It just bloomed and I must say it looks very pretty.” My mom asked them, really I knew she just wanted me and prince stuck-up to spend some time together and talk a little.

“Well that sounds wonderful.” Nicholas said and got up, Roland followed and so did I. My mother and Nicholas went a little ahead and opened the double doors to the garden. I loved our garden. It was filled with beautiful flowers and little lights. I had helped plan it, and I enjoyed helping out with it.

“So how come you haven’t gushed all over me yet? All the girls I have ever known haven’t been this silent around me, except those who are too shy to talk of course.”

“I guess you’re a little disappointed? That I’m not like every other girl you’ve ever met?” I asked I really wanted to know just how superficial he was.

“Actually it’s a nice change; you get pretty tired of it. They don’t even want to know me, just gold diggers who want to trap me, and sleep with me.” He said and looked out over the garden.

“Wait, they’re the ones who want to sleep with you? Not the other way around? That is very surprising. I thought you were the man hore, I guess I was wrong.” I said, more to myself than to him.

“You’re really not afraid to speak your mind are you?” he asked, I looked at him, and oddly enough I saw admiration in his eyes. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding!” I exclaimed. In front of us my mom turned and gave me a glare. I quickly calmed down. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t like I had pictured. I had thought it would be easy for me to just trash him totally, but he was way nicer than I had expected. We turned right down towards the little bench; it was placed neatly between all the rosebushes.

“She really keeps you in a short leach.” He whispered to me.

“Hey you don’t know anything about my family!” I said and earned another stare from my mom, they were headed in another direction, but they could still hear us. We sat down on the bench. “Okay maybe you’re right, but she means well, she just wants the best for me. And apparently she thinks that would be for me to marry you.” I said, and then I laughed a little.

“What? You don’t agree with her?” he asked, he didn’t sound offended or hurt, more amused. He kept surprising me.

“No I don’t, from what I know you’re a stuck up prince that is used to getting what he wants. Look it’s nothing personal, I just don’t like you.”

“Okay then, I’m sorry you feel that way. You know you’re really supposed to be impressing me right now, not driving me away.” He said and smiled.

“Well I just want you to know how I stand on this whole thing. I’m guessing this wasn’t something you wished for either?”

“No it wasn’t, actually, since we’re being bold, I really like this other girl, no offence.” He reassured, I didn’t think about it.

“So why can’t you marry that one? I don’t get it, you’re the prince, and you must have some credibility.”

“Actually I don’t have much say in anything that happens around here. So I just stay out of the politics.” I nodded little. I so didn’t get him, and he was so not who I thought he was.

“So do we agree that this whole arranged marriage is a stupid idea?” I asked.

“Absolutely, and by the way I think their planning some ball where our engagement will be announced, so we might want to do something about this before it’s too late.” He whispered, and I nodded. The others walked back to us.

“So did you get to know each other?” my mom asked, and eyed me suspiciously.

“Yes we did, and we realized we have quite a few things in common.” Roland said, and I nodded. We bother got up.

“Well then I think it’s time for us to retire.” My mom continued and we all walked back up to the house. We parted way at the stairs, both my mom’s and my bedroom were upstairs, and the guest room was downstairs.

“See you in the morning.” Roland said, as we said goodnight on the stairs.

“Don’t count on it, I sleep late in the weekends.” I said. “But have a nice Tuesday.”

“Well goodnight Lady Louise.” Nicholas said and kissed her hand. She blushed, but she could do that when she wanted to, so that it would seem she was just shy enough. She really went all out.

“Goodnight Nicholas.” She said and then we went arm in arm up the stairs. When we reached the top my mother stopped me from going further, and she just looked back, to check that they were gone.

“Tonight wasn’t a success, but you will improve. Next time remember to wear shoes, and don’t slouch so much.” She said. “Now get a good night’s sleep, and don’t ever say that you sleep late in any day of the week! It is highly inappropriate.” She said in a prissy voice, one that annoyed me to no end, and then she fixed her skirt and walked down towards her room. 

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