Averian Marie
Prologue
Geran watched as the foreign girl strolled through the castle's celebrated gardens. He had never seen such superb and astounding beauty in all of Teran. And believe him, he had seen a great many wonderfully pretty girls.But none could compare with this one. Her silky brown hair fell just past her shoulders, and her features were that of an angel. She had a slightly pale complexion, with a touch of rose in her cheeks.
But Geran also, was a miraculous beauty. He was nineteen, and crown prince of Teranad. With his tall, lean figure, and his thoughtful eyes, he was most girls dream husband. But he still had not found the right girl with that special something it took to make him happy. " Perhaps this girl may be the one," he mused. He could never guess how right he was.
Chapter One
A foreigner
Averian Marie glanced up from her books to the large bay window facing the castles stunning gardens. Not my room, she reminded herself, It is not my home, nor will it ever be. She heard the magnificent clock in the courtyard chime noon. It was nearly time to have her midday meal. She closed her books and waltzed out the door. There was a man sauntering through the passageway. He glanced over at her, then strode boldly to face Averian.
Why, hello, Madame," the stranger greeted. The stranger was stunning. He had sandy brown hair, and a face built for smiling. His grin was slightly crooked at the moment, and his eyes were the deepest green Averian had ever seen. All in all, he was a very pleasant man to look at. And obviously very kind, the greatest would be ruler of all of Teranad.
But Averian Marie had no interest in a foreign man at that time. In just two months time, she would be going back to her home country, were she belonged. " Well, I say!" he exclaimed genially. " Aren't you that ambassador, from Assyrial?"
Be courteous, Averian reminded herself, then replied,"Why, yes, I am an ambassador here from the faraway planes of AssyriacI have come to plead a peace treaty between our countries, in this time of civil unrest. My full name is Ambassador Averian Marie Genevede Huen, also crown princess over Assyriac."
" Oh, how rude of me! My name is Geran Michael Teranad, and I am crown prince of this marvelous country known as Teranad. I welcome you to our humble city."
What Geran had described as humble, really did not fit the magnificent city at all. The whole place was a mass of turrets and towers, bridges and belfries, and a maze of other buildings, including spacious living mansions for the rich and privileged.
But Averian did not care about any of the people of Teranad, she was just trying to get this over and done with, where everything was familiar, every stone, tree, and face. She had already begun to count the days to her departure, and she had just arrived. But, she mused,it would do know harm to gain the prince's ear on some of her suggestions, could it?
His captivating voice started her out of her reverie." I trust you find your accommodations to your liking," he inquired.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact", she replied." I have a remarkable view of your gardens, and very accommodating servants. Over all, it is a remarkable place!"
All the while she was silently telling to herself, Of course not!'The sheets are scratchy, everyone always wears dull, expressionless faces, and the food is horribly bland;just to name a few things. But, of course, she would never tell the prince that. It was her duty to be the gracious guest, and she would play the part correctly, or all her peace efforts would be in vain.
' Well, may I escort you to dinner, Madame Averian?'
'Well,I, I suppose.' And together they walked down the passage and to the Great Hall.
To be Continued
