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Omigoshes!!! I love it so much, please please please continue writing this story!!!!!!!!!!
This should be published! It's fantastic!
AWESOME!! Where do you get these ideas?
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This one is actually one I'd like to be published... The other one (which has most of the chapters here on GR) is one I don't want published because I'm perfectionistic (not sure if that is even proper English) and I don't have a plot yet....
Kmaefantasy wrote: "AWESOME!! Where do you get these ideas?"
I just write....
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Dear Maj Breckinridge,
I am writing this formal request of Chapter 2 of the Oronar, try out. This legal document asks if Maj Breckenridge* (hereby Personnel 1) will comply to satisfy the wishes of Julane Olivier* ( hereby referred to as Personnel 2) and the wishes of the public.
The terms are as follows:
1. Personell 1 must release the 2nd chapter and those that follow within a week of the former, unless in the case of a writer's block
2. Personnel 1 must inform the public if Term 1 may not be valid at the time.
3. Personnel 1 must not take a break from writing if a cliffhanger is used.
In return for agreement to these terms, Personnel 1 will be showered in smiley faces, compliments, GIFs, and the occasional all caps locked "WRITE MORE", with an assurance of Personnel 2 as a fan. Thank you for your time and for complying.
Signed,
Julane
Personnel 2
*All last names have been changed for privacy
I am writing this formal request of Chapter 2 of the Oronar, try out. This legal document asks if Maj Breckenridge* (hereby Personnel 1) will comply to satisfy the wishes of Julane Olivier* ( hereby referred to as Personnel 2) and the wishes of the public.
The terms are as follows:
1. Personell 1 must release the 2nd chapter and those that follow within a week of the former, unless in the case of a writer's block
2. Personnel 1 must inform the public if Term 1 may not be valid at the time.
3. Personnel 1 must not take a break from writing if a cliffhanger is used.
In return for agreement to these terms, Personnel 1 will be showered in smiley faces, compliments, GIFs, and the occasional all caps locked "WRITE MORE", with an assurance of Personnel 2 as a fan. Thank you for your time and for complying.
Signed,
Julane
Personnel 2
*All last names have been changed for privacy
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Oh, and Personnel 1? Please sign here:
X___________________________
I agree to the terms and conditions
X___________________________
I agree to the terms and conditions
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Thank you for your letter regarding Chapter 2 of The Oronar. Unfortunately we cannot agree to the set terms. This is due to the fact that The Oronar is written to be sold.
The occasional smiley faces, compliments, GIFs and caps locked 'WRITE MORE' are unfortunately not enough reason to stop the book from being sold and to start giving it away for free.
If you require more information, don't hesitate to call.
Yours sincerely,
M.A.J. Breckenridge
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I WANT MORE MAJ BRECKENRIDGE, OR I WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE, EAT UP ALL YOUR WAFFLES, AND GOBBLE YOUR COMPUTER! THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO TELL ME, CUZ I WILL TURN INTO A SUPER COMPUTER AND ALL THAT AWESOME STUFF
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Dear Ms. Breckenridge
YOU PUBLISHED IT WITHOUT TELLING ME? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Fine, I'll add in some <3 and :p ???? Do you agree now?
Ms. Olivier
YOU PUBLISHED IT WITHOUT TELLING ME? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Fine, I'll add in some <3 and :p ???? Do you agree now?
Ms. Olivier
AND OF YOU DONT AGREE, RUBY AND I WILL REMOVE YOUR WAFFLE APPROVED-NESS! CAPICHE?
WRITE MORE NOW OR I WILL GET MY EVIL DALEK ARMY TO EXTERMINATE YOUR COMPUTER (very long story)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Don't get your knickers in a twist! I WANT to publish it, but it's not done yet.
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+squinty eyes+
*pouting*
How much have you written?
And I'll buy a bunch of copies you publish!
How much have you written?
And I'll buy a bunch of copies you publish!
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Oh, honey... I don't even blink any more. And since I'm not the Doctor....
MY DALEKS WILL OBEY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WRITE MORRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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How much have you written?
And I'll buy a bunch of copies you publish!"
I'm down to chapter 7.
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How many chapters will there be???????!!
*still pouting*
*still pouting*
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*still pouting*"
I don't know yet.... She's getting married, so that'll be a chapter, her [excuse me, this is confidential...] another three chapters.
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How many pages is it? *pouting and eating grapes*
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But these are featured....
Oooooooh!!! Do #2!!!!
*momentarily forgets to pout*
Do you think you'll get published??? I think so.... How many pages do you guess your story might have????? Like... 100? 50? 200?
*momentarily forgets to pout*
Do you think you'll get published??? I think so.... How many pages do you guess your story might have????? Like... 100? 50? 200?
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(NOT TRYING TO BE A BRAGGER OR SHOW-OFFER!!!)
I read Harry Potter #7 (870 pgs) and you will too! :)
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No, is it good? And Maj I will soooo buy your book!!!
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I LOVE THAT SERIES!!!!!!! The last book confused me so much, and I hated the ending
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ME TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“Her royal highness, Karina Mairwen Benenati, princess of Aoirian, escorted by His royal highness, Nikolai Stevan Cerniq, crown prince of Drelilian.”
The announcement makes me sigh. Only three more months… Three months until my 21st birthday. Three months until I’m legally able to marry. Three more months until I’m no longer a Benenati, but will be a Cerniq…
Nikolai disrupts my thoughts when he puts his hand in the small of my back. He gives me a soft push to make me start walking, and I do. We walk down the hall to our places at the main table.
The state dinner and following ball was the perfect event to catch up on the latest gossip, because contrary to popular believe we’re not as perfect as we pretend to be. I hadn’t been mingling with the royals since my engagement ball, held precisely 12 days after my 18th birthday. It had been the first time I officially met Nikolai, and during the following semesters he’d come to my school to pick me up for dates during the weekends. I had thought it very sweet, but I also knew he had to. Because from the moment you get engaged, you’re required to spend as much time together as possible. This way you’ll realise, before you get married, if you’re unfit for each other, because once you’ve said “I do”, there’s no going back. Also, the legal age to get married is 21, and until her 21st birthday a girl must live with her parents or legal guardians. So until my 21st birthday Nikolai and I will be living in my wing at the royal palace of Aoirian. My wedding will be 12 days after my birthday, and immediately after my wedding and honeymoon I’ll move to Nikolai’s wing at the Delilian’s royal palace.
This is great, Maj!!! :) You updated!!!
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As I mingle with the crown prince of Oceran and his wife, I feel an arm slide around my waist. I turn my head slightly, as to accommodate Nikolai in his attempt to whisper something in my ear.
“Shall we retreat?” Nikolai whispers, after he flashes a smile at Alexandra and Yevry.
I nod, and say goodbye to the couple. I then take Nikolai’s arm. We pass both my parents and his, and bit them a good night as well. We head to my rooms, and before I close the door, I check the little blackboard painted next to my door for messages. Luckily there are none.
“So, tell me. How was school really?” Nikolai asks as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.
“Dull.” I answer as I sit down and rest my head against his chest. “I already knew what I was going to do after I fished my studies there. And I don’t get it why they put us in the same classes as the manus.”
“It’s to show them that we’re normal people, just like them.”
I huff. “It just ridiculous for me to follow courses that are designed to find the perfect job for you seeing I already have one.”
“I know, my love. But they don't make exceptions in the curriculum for us. In school we're but one of them.”
“It was nice to see your family again.” I start playing with my engagement ring.
“Hrm…”
“I mean, they’re going to be my family in three months so…”
“Hrm…”
“And I have also decided to dye my hair purple.”
“Hrm…”
“Niko!” I say reprimanding, as I lift my head to face him. “You’re not even listening.”
“I was, actually.” Nikolai laughs. “You want to dye your beautiful red hair purple. Which I personally think would be a mistake.”
I laugh. “OK, fine. You were listening. But you did not respond." I put my head back on his chest. "Tell me about your trip to Viarian. Is Viktor granted a place?”
“Yes, I am a good negotiator, so Viktor has a room there next year. Maybe we’ll go visit him once or twice.”
“I’d like that.” I murmer as I fall asleep on his chest.
We’re not like them. We’re not like those we call manus, who have curved ears and slouch a lot. Our ears are pointy, and we always stand straight. Our soldiers are stronger than they are… We’re all faster than they are… We are called the Oronar.
2000 years ago Earth was fighting a massive World War that had already cut Earth’s population in half. The Oronar had always peacefully coexisted with the manus without letting them know who we were, but without help of the Oronar the manus would’ve become extinct. So the Oronar took over all governments, and divided Earth into six equal kingdoms. The six clans became the rulers of these kingdoms, to make sure there wouldn’t be any future problems.
All kingdoms abide to the same laws, and although some laws are stricter than the manus were used to most of them adjusted in peace. Most of them accepted the new rules. But some of them are still rebelling. And they’re not so peaceful...
Chapter 1
“Ma’am?”
I look up from my book and see Myles is smiling at me.
“If you look out of the window now, you’ll see that we’re flying over the Blackmont Estate. So I’d like to be the first to say, welcome home.” He says, still smiling.
Looking out of the window, I see the Aoirian flag waving. Oh, how I missed you. I think as I start calculating that in the last seven years I’ve been home for six months in total.
“Myles, will there be a fuss?” I ask.
“A fuss, ma’am?” Myles looks at me with a hint of confusion in his ever so straight face.
“Because I’m staying now. I’ve finished my education at Drelilian’s Academy for Girls. So I won’t be going back in September. The press won’t be making a fuss, will they?”
I look down at my clothes. I left immediately after the end of term speech, so I’m still wearing my school uniform consisting of a black skirt, black blouse and blood red tie.
“Myles, is there a wardrobe change for me on board? Preferably one that is not in my trunks…”
“I’ll see what I can do, ma’am.” And with that he leaves me alone with my book. After about ten minutes he comes back with a pair of black skinny jeans a plain red halter-top dress, and my emergency beauty kit.
“What? No shoes?” I ask him.
“Look in the seat in front of you, ma’am.” Myles says with a smile.
I do, and find a brand new pair of black suede pumps. I look at the designer. “Yulian Krupin, sweet!”
Myles smiles, and ushers me to the back of the plane to get changed.
“We’re landing in twenty, ma’am.”
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“Please look here, milady! A wide smile, your highness! Yes, perfect!”
I give my best smile as the horde of photographers get their piece of my homecoming. I start walking down the boarding ramp, but before I enter the waiting limousine I turn once more and give a smile-and-wave. The crowd goes nuts, and I can hear them yelling for more. I don’t give in, and scoot into the open limousine. Myles closes the door behind me, and goes up front to sit next to the driver.
“Welcome home, princess.” A soft female voice says to me.
“Thank you, Sasha.” I smile, and hug my assistant. “Where’s Nikolai?”
“His highness is in Viarian.”
“Again?” I ask, slightly confused.
“It’s to make sure Lord Viktor has a place at Viarian’s Academy for Boys.” Sasha explains.
“Oh… Don’t tell me that is the one where that idiot of a brother of mine got himself, uhm, transferred from?”
“That was Oceran’s Academy for Boys.” Sasha says with a smile. “Now, Vadik has informed me that your rooms at the palace have been redone, and made ready for your arrival. Next, you’re to be attending a state dinner tonight.”
I sigh. I was hoping for a quite night that included ice cream and movies. “Formal or not-so-much?” I ask. Please let it be not, please let it be not, please let it be not, please...
“It’s a state dinner with both the Drelilian and Maothien delegation, so it’s formal wear.” Sasha says. “But don’t worry. I’ve arranged for KaTaMin to design your dress. It should be hanging in you room right now.”
“Thank you.” I say, while looking out of my window.
The car stops and Myles opens the door. I get out and walk up the steps to greet my mom.
“Welcome home, my dear.” My mom says.
“Thanks mom. How’s daddy?” I say as we start walking to the west wing. Sasha and Anna, my mom’s assistant, follow us at a respectable distance.
“You know your father. He’s busy ruling, and at the same time so proud of his little girl.”
“Mom, I’m going to cry.”
“No you won’t.” She says firmly as she open a door to a room I haven’t seen in two years. The last time the room had been redecorated, it had been all girlish pink... Now it’s done in a much more grown-up white with maroon accents.
“I love it!” I say, smiling not only to my mom, but also to Sasha. I know that she has had a big hand in this.
“Perfect. Nikolai liked it as well, so there won’t be a problem when he returns.” My mother says, while my heart skips a beat.
“Will he be returning shortly?” I ask as innocent as possible.
“His assistant texted that the car left an hour ago. He should be here in time for dinner.”
My mother leaves me alone with Sasha to prepare for tonight. I send Sasha to run some errands, and walk over to the bathroom to take a proper shower. Nothing against St. Anna’s but I really hated the dorm showers…
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At around 7 o’clock someone knocks on my door. Sasha leaves me to opens it. I finish fussing with my hair and make-up and straighten my skirts. I walk out of my bedroom and into my sitting room to see who had come knocking. Sasha must have left after she left the knocker in, because she is nowhere to be seen. He has his back to me, and I can only see the black suit he’s wearing, his honey blonde hair, and the points of his ears poking out. But that doesn’t matter, I’d recognise him anywhere…
“Nikolai!” I run to him, and as I kiss him he lifts me up and spins around.
“Did you miss me?” He asks when we finally stop kissing.
“Every single day. You never wrote back.” I say as I emphasize each word with a poke in his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, my love. Now, will you stop poking me so I can escort you to dinner?”
“Fine.” I say, stealing one more kiss.