Falling Into Grace
By roswellgal
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the roswell characters (although i would like michael), or the names from tamora pierce, or lifehouse lyrics.
Summary: Everyone thinks their human, although that might change. max is a prince, liz a princess, maria her servant/bff, the others will show up. as is custom, max will spend a year with liz's family to strengthen their alliance. you'll figure out the rest.
Category: M/L, much M/M later and the rest of the group, AU
Rating: PG
Author's Note: this is my very first fanfic and i hope ya'll like it. it won't have too much alien stuff at first, but there will definitely be lots of relationship mushy stuff! lol the parents names have changed to make it seem more in the setting. the song doesn't quite seem to fit in with the fic but its nice. lame i know. this is just the first part, i have more but don't know if i should post it.
Feedback: PLEASE send me some!! i need to know if you like it and if i should go on. thanx
UNKNOWN
this doubt is screaming in my face in this familiar place, sheltered and concealed and if this night won't let me rest don't let me second guess what I know to be real put away all I know for tonight and maybe I just might learn to let it go take my security from me and maybe finally I won't have to know everything I am FALLING INTO GRACE to the unknown to where you are and faith makes everybody scared it's the unknown, the don't-know that keeps me hanging on to you I got nothing left to defend I cannot pretend that everything makes sense but does it really matter now if I do not know how to figure this thing out I am against myself again trying to fit these pieces in walking on a cloud of dust to get to you
-Lifehouse
Prologue
Three Years Prior
A luxurious gold and white carriage traveled down the tidy road towards King Numair's castle. It was pulled by six cream white mares of the highest quality. Their feet danced up and down as they trotted. Each wore a harness of white leather inlaid with gold, so that compared with the color of their coats, it gave the illusion they were held by only strands of pure gold. Brightly plumed headdresses they wore, with their heads held high. It was as if they knew about the noble passengers they carried in the carriage.
Inside there was a young woman of extraordinary beauty. She was about 14 years of age, with hair the color of roasted chestnuts and dark brown eyes that had an irresistible spark of intelligence behind them. Holding her head in the palm of her hand, she gazed out of the window. She sighed and turned to the regal looking man beside her.
"But Papa, I don't want to be entertained by the prince," she said, "he is probably a snob." The girl exhaled, "Just like the rest of them."
The man looked kindly at her for she was his daughter, Princess Elizabeth- Liz to him. He was King Raoul, lord of all his lands. "Well Dearest," he replied, "the king talks of him as being a nice boy. Try not to be too pessimistic."
He knew all to well of her moods. One moment she could hardly wait to meet some foreign noble, the next she wasted as much time as she could. She was young and fickle, but he loved her more than anything else. Liz was one in a trillion.
Liz only shook her head. Parents, she thought, what are you going to do with them? She turned back to the window.
They were approaching the castle fast. Princess Liz could see the many glass windows of the palace. How beautiful they are! Stained with pictures of religious scenes, they were bursting with all the colors of the rainbow. She could tell this was the royal palace of the king and queen, for whom else could afford so many glass windows?
The carriage reached the step of the palace. Guards in the royal colors sapphire blue and silver greeted King Raoul and Princess Liz. The pair was ushered into the Great Hall where King Numair, Queen Veralidaine, and Prince Maxwell were waiting for them.
"Presenting the mighty lord, King Raoul and his fair daughter, the Princess Elizabeth," bellowed the royal herald.
King Numair, a tall and commanding man with eyes that held many secrets stepped up. "King Raoul, it is an honor to have you and your daughter visit our kingdom. We hope your stay here is enjoyable for you," he said with utmost confidence. "May I introduce my lovely queen, Veralidaine, and our gallant son, Prince Maxwell."
A strikingly beautiful woman with numerous brown curls and intense blue- grey eyes stepped towards them, greeting them with a smile. She embraced both royals warmly. "I hope your journey wasn't too eventful," she asked with sincerity.
"Oh no, it was indelibly very pleasant. How could it not be with such beautiful countryside to look at . . ." replied King Raoul.
Princess Liz was not paying much attention to her father nor the queen, all she saw was the prince. He was tall, with raven hair like his father. His amber eyes held a look of interest in them as he brought Liz's hand to his lips.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you, my dear." He kissed her hand softly. Still holding her hand, he smiled down at her, "Call me Max please."
In Liz's head her mind was spinning, it was like at first sight.
tbc...
::so what do you think?::
By roswellgal
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the roswell characters (although i would like michael), or the names from tamora pierce, or lifehouse lyrics.
Summary: Everyone thinks their human, although that might change. max is a prince, liz a princess, maria her servant/bff, the others will show up. as is custom, max will spend a year with liz's family to strengthen their alliance. you'll figure out the rest.
Category: M/L, much M/M later and the rest of the group, AU
Rating: PG
Author's Note: this is my very first fanfic and i hope ya'll like it. it won't have too much alien stuff at first, but there will definitely be lots of relationship mushy stuff! lol the parents names have changed to make it seem more in the setting. the song doesn't quite seem to fit in with the fic but its nice. lame i know. this is just the first part, i have more but don't know if i should post it.
Feedback: PLEASE send me some!! i need to know if you like it and if i should go on. thanx
UNKNOWN
this doubt is screaming in my face in this familiar place, sheltered and concealed and if this night won't let me rest don't let me second guess what I know to be real put away all I know for tonight and maybe I just might learn to let it go take my security from me and maybe finally I won't have to know everything I am FALLING INTO GRACE to the unknown to where you are and faith makes everybody scared it's the unknown, the don't-know that keeps me hanging on to you I got nothing left to defend I cannot pretend that everything makes sense but does it really matter now if I do not know how to figure this thing out I am against myself again trying to fit these pieces in walking on a cloud of dust to get to you
-Lifehouse
Prologue
Three Years Prior
A luxurious gold and white carriage traveled down the tidy road towards King Numair's castle. It was pulled by six cream white mares of the highest quality. Their feet danced up and down as they trotted. Each wore a harness of white leather inlaid with gold, so that compared with the color of their coats, it gave the illusion they were held by only strands of pure gold. Brightly plumed headdresses they wore, with their heads held high. It was as if they knew about the noble passengers they carried in the carriage.
Inside there was a young woman of extraordinary beauty. She was about 14 years of age, with hair the color of roasted chestnuts and dark brown eyes that had an irresistible spark of intelligence behind them. Holding her head in the palm of her hand, she gazed out of the window. She sighed and turned to the regal looking man beside her.
"But Papa, I don't want to be entertained by the prince," she said, "he is probably a snob." The girl exhaled, "Just like the rest of them."
The man looked kindly at her for she was his daughter, Princess Elizabeth- Liz to him. He was King Raoul, lord of all his lands. "Well Dearest," he replied, "the king talks of him as being a nice boy. Try not to be too pessimistic."
He knew all to well of her moods. One moment she could hardly wait to meet some foreign noble, the next she wasted as much time as she could. She was young and fickle, but he loved her more than anything else. Liz was one in a trillion.
Liz only shook her head. Parents, she thought, what are you going to do with them? She turned back to the window.
They were approaching the castle fast. Princess Liz could see the many glass windows of the palace. How beautiful they are! Stained with pictures of religious scenes, they were bursting with all the colors of the rainbow. She could tell this was the royal palace of the king and queen, for whom else could afford so many glass windows?
The carriage reached the step of the palace. Guards in the royal colors sapphire blue and silver greeted King Raoul and Princess Liz. The pair was ushered into the Great Hall where King Numair, Queen Veralidaine, and Prince Maxwell were waiting for them.
"Presenting the mighty lord, King Raoul and his fair daughter, the Princess Elizabeth," bellowed the royal herald.
King Numair, a tall and commanding man with eyes that held many secrets stepped up. "King Raoul, it is an honor to have you and your daughter visit our kingdom. We hope your stay here is enjoyable for you," he said with utmost confidence. "May I introduce my lovely queen, Veralidaine, and our gallant son, Prince Maxwell."
A strikingly beautiful woman with numerous brown curls and intense blue- grey eyes stepped towards them, greeting them with a smile. She embraced both royals warmly. "I hope your journey wasn't too eventful," she asked with sincerity.
"Oh no, it was indelibly very pleasant. How could it not be with such beautiful countryside to look at . . ." replied King Raoul.
Princess Liz was not paying much attention to her father nor the queen, all she saw was the prince. He was tall, with raven hair like his father. His amber eyes held a look of interest in them as he brought Liz's hand to his lips.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you, my dear." He kissed her hand softly. Still holding her hand, he smiled down at her, "Call me Max please."
In Liz's head her mind was spinning, it was like at first sight.
tbc...
::so what do you think?::