Wow. Another novel done.
And I wrote it in less than a month.
43,861 words. 49 chapters. No definite title.
Kellen glanced at his aunt. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was gold with a gold dragon on it that had ruby eyes. Ashleigh had seen it before; it was the ring he got from his father because he was the prince and the heir to the throne. Kellen nervously glanced at his aunt again then took Ashleigh’s hand and slid the ring onto her fourth finger. The ring was really too big for her.
“I’m going to marry you,” Kellen said. “I promise on this ring and on my kingdom.”
“I promise, too.” Ashleigh looked around for something she could give Kellen. All she could find was a little toad and some daisies in the grass. She picked up the toad and set it in Kellen’s hands. “I promise on this toad.”
Kellen laughed and Levosia rolled her eyes. “He shall hold a place of honor in my court forever. Speak, toad! What have you to say on the matter?”
Kellen’s magic made the toad speak. “First of all,” the toad said, “I am a female toad by the name of Lady Priscilla Joan Everton. Second of all, I do not appreciate oaths being made on me without permission! Third, why am I even speaking to you? Who are you who possesses such great magic that can make me speak to a lowly…”
Kellen waved his fingers a bit and the toad stopped talking. It looked indignantly at Kellen before hopping out of his hand and away.
“There goes Ashleigh’s promise,” Levosia sniffed.
“Do you want me to drive?” she asked. “So you can get that to stop…” She gestured at her nose.
Luke shook his head. Like he always did every time. He was never going to let her drive this stupid old pickup truck.
It was probably for the better. She hadn’t had much practice driving stick shift.
But like always, Luke invited her to put her hand on the shift and he’d put his on top of it as he changed gears. They always drove home like that.
“Princess Ashleigh is my betrothed,” Kellen said.
Luke shut his mouth. Then opened it again. He glanced at Ash then looked back at Kellen. “And Ash is my girlfriend.”
Kellen took a step back. “How dare you imply that Princess Ashleigh would be unfaithful? That is a smudge on her honor, sir, and I will not stand for it!” His hand moved to his sword.
“I’m not the one implying that she’s engaged!” Luke raised his pistol. “I’m also not the one prancing around in tights!”
Kellen cleared his throat. “I’m Prince Kellen. And these are my betrothed Princess Ashleigh, and her… servants? Friends?”
“Suitors.” Luke said under his breath.
Claudius raised an eyebrow. “She’s supposed to marry you and yet she has all these other…”
“I’m not,” Zac said. “I’m just a friend. We talk about books.”
Claudius looked at him for a second. “Of course you do. That’s everyone’s excuse.” Claudius turned to Kellen. “You do realize she’s not a fairy, right?”
“That’s why we came to see you, sir.” Kellen replied. “She has to become a fairy before we can get married and we need to know how she’s supposed to go about it.”
Claudius looked at Ash. Claudius had penetrating eyes. They seemed to look right into her soul. She tried not to be freaked out by the fact that he was staring so closely at her, so she focused on other things. His hair was starting to grey at the roots. He had a scar across one cheek that looked like something had clawed him on the face.
Okay, his gaze was starting to freak her out.
Suddenly, Claudius looked up. He looked from Luke to Zac to Ash and then to Kellen. “Just an observance, your Highness, but I don’t think this is the makings for a happy marriage.”
There was a long silence. Then Claudius stood up and walked to the front of his cell and started banging on the bars with his staff.
“What are you doing?” Zac asked after a few minutes.
Claudius turned to Zac and smiled. “This, my young pupil, is how you get out of a dungeon.”
Claudius started banging and sliding his staff across the bars. It was very loud and annoying but it only got worse when Claudius started singing.
“I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people and it goes like this: I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people and it goes like this: I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people and it goes like this: I know a song that…”
Much to Ash’s annoyance, Claudius kept singing and banging for hours. How his throat wasn’t sore or his voice even a little hoarse, she had no idea.
But it was also annoying the guards, which was rather amusing to watch. After two hours, one of them groaned and shouted, “Aren’t you done singing yet?”
Claudius stopped singing for a minute and smiled. “Oh good! You’ve come to your senses.”
The guard stared at him. “What do you mean?”
Claudius raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re going to let me out now.”
“No…” the guard said. “Why would you think I was letting you out?”
“Oh,” Claudius said. “Okay then. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” He cleared his throat and began singing again, “I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people and…”
The guard groaned loudly. “Why should I let you out if you’re just over there singing and being a bad influence to the other prisoners?”
Claudius shrugged. “I don’t see anyone else singing with me. Why shouldn’t I sing if you aren’t going to let me out? I mean, I might as well be cheerful about circumstances I can’t change, right? Because I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people, I know a song that aggravates people and it goes like this! I know a song that…”