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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6. Chapter Six

“Wow.” He said slowly. “You’re a real weaver? I’ve never met one, they’re really rare.” He said and took me in again.

“Okay we’re not animals.” I said a little offended at the way he had talked about me.

“Sorry, so what do you do?” he asked.

“Well I have earth as my element, so I’m best with it. It helped me get onto your balcony and make the guard “fall asleep”.” I said and his eyes widened with amazement.

“That is so cool. What else can you do?” He asked and moved a little closer.

“Lots of stuff, look I really don’t feel like digging in to that right now. We need to focus on the problem at hand.” I said and he looked a little disappointed.

“I don’t know what to do about it; it’s like one in the middle of the night.” He said and sat back in his chair. I narrowed my eyes at him. The balcony door opened with a loud bang and the guard that I thought was still sleeping outside strode in.

“Sire, are you alright?” he said and ran over to us. He halted when he saw how we were sitting. He looked from one to the other, though I bet I was more confused than him.

“How in the hell are you not still sleeping?” I asked, didn’t I give him a strong enough dose? I thought I gave him a pretty strong one.

“Well like I said, my mother is a weaver, she had taught me a little about the tricks you can do, and how to resist them. I’m just surprised you even got me to fall asleep.” He turned to the Roland. “Who is she?” he asked and pointed a thumb at me; I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair.

“She’s my fiancée.” Roland said slowly, I felt surge of anger coming out.

“I’m not your god damn fiancé!” I spat at him.

“I just wanted to hear how it sounded, I don’t really like it, it just seems wrong.” He concluded, and I couldn’t agree more.

“Wait, you’re Tricia Sage?” he asked and really took me in. I was getting tired of people always looking at me. Apparently once they figure out you’re someone special suddenly it’s important to really see me.

“Yes I am, now we were in the middle of a very important talk, so could you please go?” I said, in a very tired voice.

“You okay sire?” he asked Roland. He nodded, looking just as tired as I felt.

“I’m fine Jace; go back to your post.” He said and waved him off. Jace went back out on the balcony and closed the door behind him.

“I can’t believe you were so cold. He isn’t your slave, he’s a human being.” I said.

“Uh, right, look no offence but if I weren’t a little cold to them they would get too comfortable. Besides they work for me, if they don’t like the conditions they can just leave.” He said with a lazy tone. I could feel myself heating up with anger. He made me so furious and confused.

“Not everyone can just find a new job like that you know.” I snapped.

“Would you let it go? You came here to talk about what we’re going to do, and I think that’s a great idea, but if we’re going to plan anything we need to get a move on.” I agreed, so I let it go.

“Alright, I think I might have a suggestion. You don’t mind running away do you?”

“Not really, I guess, why?” I didn’t quite trust his ideas.

“Well what if we gave them a little scare, to make them see we’re serious about this? You could pretend to run away, but really you’re just camping in the woods for a while. And then you come back in like a week and maybe they will give up, or something.” He said, and I could see that it might work.

“Okay, the plan needs some planning, but I think it might work. There’s one thing; my mother will be blamed for my bad behavior, and I really don’t want that. It’s not her fault I’m not who she wants me to be.” I said, and felt a little bad about yelling at her earlier. He nodded a little, thinking.

“Okay, what if we both run away? I need to get some things done in Pinehill anyway. I’ll just get my staff to say that I’ve run off. I think Alice might come if I ask, she’s not one of my biggest fans, like you, she thinks I’m a stuck-up royal.” He said and started to babble a little.

“Wow okay look, I don’t really care about Alice and what she thinks, although I do like the sound of her. But I think it’s a good idea; they can’t blame my mother, not more than they can blame your parents anyway. I like it, but I do need someone to accompany me. I don’t mind being alone, but I’m not of age yet, so I can’t get far without anyone asking about it.” We both thought for a moment, both stuck in the flaw that had appeared in our plan.

“Ahem, uh I don’t mean to intrude, but I’m going up to my grandmother’s cottage in my vacation. And if you really need it I would be happy to help.” Jace stood in the door, looking shyly at us. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You were listening at the door? How pathetic.” I said the last part under my breath.

“I’m sorry, but my grandmother’s birthday is on Wednesday and I would really love to be there for her. She hasn’t seen me in half a year.” He said slowly, looking surer now. I saw the light that had turned on in Roland’s eyes. He liked this idea. I looked from one to the other, they were agreeing.

“No way, I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t even know you.” I exclaimed. They both looked at me like I had just entered the room.

“Well Trisha it would help, I trust him, and he is after all my guard.” Roland said, and I felt my eyes turning to slits.

“Come on Trish I really need the extended vacation, my grandmother would be so happy if I could come for her birthday.” Jace said and I froze. No had called me that since my grandmother had been around. My face turned expressionless, and I felt a stinging feeling in my eyes. “I’m sorry, I …” He turned to Roland. “What did I do?” he was totally confused. But he didn’t get it. It wasn’t what he had done; it was what he had said. One tear fell from my eyes; I could feel the warm liquid running down my cheek. I never cried, not ever.

“What’s wrong?” Roland asked carefully. I blinked and whipped away the tear.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I guess I could travel with you, but I’m gonna need proof that you’re grandmother even exists.” I said my voice was a little uneven. “Sure, I can get that.” Jace said carefully. I looked at them. They were looking at me like I was a bomb about to explode. “I’m fine! Seriously, you don’t have to worry.” I said. “I guess we have it sorted for now then. I will talk more to you tomorrow. Meet me in the peach gardens at eight tomorrow morning.” I said and slowly got up. I saw the boys look at each other, when they thought I wasn’t looking. Stupid tears.

“I will see you in the morning sire.” Jace said and he walked with me to the balcony.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to sneak you out?” Roland asked form behind us.

“No it’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said and then Jace and I walked outside again. He closed the doors behind us. The night air whipped around my face and lifted my hair, as well as my mood.

“So um, are you sure you’re alright?” He asked. He looked a little uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just … never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said, and got ready to focus.

“What?” he asked, looking totally confused.

“Well you’re coming too of course. We need to plan how we’re going to get to your grandmother’s cottage. So you will be at the peach gardens at eight as well. I hope you don’t have a shift then.”

“Well no I don’t, actually I have class then.” He said slowly. I looked up at him, this time I was confused. I didn’t think anyone would go to school in the summer vacation. “I go to college here, and there’s this scholarship where you can make your education shorter, if you cut your summer vacation short.” He explained.

“How old are you anyway?” I asked, maybe that was a little weird question, but I was a little curious.

“I’m eighteen, the same as the prince.”

“Oh, I didn’t know they accepted so young people for guards.” I teased.

“Well they do, and I don’t have one of the important spots anyway. Not many people can get up here so easily. And when I told them how I could deflect most weavers’ tricks they hired me. The job pays for the things I need, so it’s fine. But it really sucks when you’re up here all night and then you have to go to class in the morning.” He said, and I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “You really work hard for this don’t you’?” I asked, realizing he might not just be some cocky guard after all.

“I do. I want to get home to my grandmother, and spend as much time with her as possible; she’s getting old and can’t do as many things anymore.” He said, and then he looked at me surprised. “How did you do that?” he asked. I didn’t have a clue of what he was talking.

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