Heheh.... Story!

Lol,
Here's a story i'm writing (it's not finished yet) for my history project.
I know; my teachers seem to be setting loads of story essays!
Oh well,

Prologue
The questioner sat back in his chair and stared at the woman clad in black, she glared at him as her sister wept on her shoulder. Jane Verney, wife of Sir Edmund Verney had refused to give him any information on her husband’s whereabouts. She’d also stopped her sister, Anne Verney, from answering their questions; the poor woman was reduced to tears in her sister’s shoulders.
“I am deeply sorry that you can not help us m’am,” Said the questioner, feeling deeply sorry. This was going too far, the war should be won on the battle field, not by questioning women and children. “I am forced to bring questioning to your children; bring them in.”
The woman and her sister fell back into the doorway, as the guard brought in the two children. Both looked roughly sixteen. As soon as they entered the room the boy stepped forwards, leaving his sister behind him.
“So, Mr Verney, I have some questions to ask you, first what is your age?”
“Fifteen.” The boy answered, but he answered not in that of a boy, but in a manner of a man.
“Your name?”
“Edward Verney.”
“Your sister’s?”
The girl took a step forward; the guard followed her, keeping an arm around her shoulders, in an almost patronizing way.
“Bethany Verney,” She answered, her tone also surprised him for it held the sureness and certainty of a true gentleman’s.
“Your age child?”
“Fifteen.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“I can guess,” She said coldly.
“You’re father is with the King.”
“Yes.” The boy answered this time.
“May I ask what you think of this.”
“My father is a clever and loyal man; that loyalty was to his life long friend; the King, although he may not agree with the King, he chose to help his friend. I think the King is a fool and a scut, who’s ruining the country. But I have not a word against my father.”
“And you Miss Verney?”
“My thoughts are the same.”
“We are with Parliament.”
“We noticed.” The boy said, nodding at the guard, clad in his Roundhead soberness.
“So naturally we are enemies.”
“I would think so, however I have no wish of fighting you.” The boy said.
“Why would you indeed? You are outnumbered.”
The girl laughed bitterly.
“You are mistaken my dear sir.”
“I am?”
“Edward and I could beat you with our eyes closed.”
“You fight?”
“I thought you would have realised that, given the nature of how you found us.”
“Indeed,” The questioner said, “But if you can beat us so, why do you stand there talking?”
“As Edward said, we have no wish of fighting you. We wish to choose a side, for we have realised that this war is too dangerous for us to remain neutral. Our older brother Ralph is with you, as we should be, but we want to consider the King’s side also, for we are no fools.” The girl smiled sadly at them.
“You think you’re here on your terms?”
“I know we’re here on our terms. We could have fled the field, we’d beaten your men. But instead we allowed ourselves to be escorted here.” The girl said.
“Well, I was under the impression you were here to be questioned by me.”
“Yes, we also have a question for you though.” The boy nodded at his sister.
“‘I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl sighed, “My father wrote so in a letter to us.”
“So now I ask you, why should we fight for you when our loyalty lies with the king?”
“But you are too young to fight!”
“Yes, you would think so, however we have fought, and although we don’t intend to fight in any more wars, we wish to choose a side to support and help.”
“Well Parliament is stronger and we are right, so naturally we shall win.”
“‘And choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl said mournfully.
“Please!” Cried the questioner, “Let me ask you my question!”
“Ask away sir.” The boy said.
“Is your uncle fighting for the King?”
“No Parliament.”
“And when did you last see your father?”

Chapter 1
It was dawn. The sun’s golden rays crept through the dark gardens, reflecting off the fresh morning dew and spider webs. The roses gleamed red, the water droplets on their delicate petals glowing in the early morning light. A lark sang his mournful tune, until he was joined by another bird, and another. They chatted and sang and welcomed the new day.
Dawn was my favourite time of day. No one but the servants were awake, so I wouldn’t be missed. The best place to view the rising of the sun was on top of the bell tower; but since it was locked and very hard to climb to I couldn’t go there. Instead I had to make do with the roof of our estate.
I was risking a lot by being here. Not only was I sitting on the roof of one of the most expensive and important buildings in England, I was disobeying my father. My father has a dreadful temper. He is one of the king’s closest friends and supporters. He’s one of the richest men in England. And so I, his daughter, am expected to be a proper lady, who will marry a rich nobleman and bear many heirs.
As if.
I might have grown up to be a lady who sits at home and looks after her husband. If only I didn’t have a twin brother; Edward. Edward is everything a man should be, handsome, intelligent and strong. He enjoys hunting, riding, fighting and is quick witted. My father’s so proud. How does this affect me?
When we were younger we’d play together, the only children in a large household; though we’re still children now I suppose, just not young children. He soon discovered that I was a good fighter, a trusty friend and an excellent playmate. Together we’d climb the trees’ in the gardens, have sword fights using sticks and go riding around the grounds.
My father was furious of course, a young girl, climbing trees! Ruining her dresses! Riding horses like a man! Fighting, and beating I should add; though he’d never admit it, his son and heir! So I was forbidden to climb, fight or ride ever again. Naturally I rebelled and did all of them anyway, with the help of Edward. Only now, I had to be more careful.
I’m easily recognised; a fifteen year old girl, with flaming red hair and ‘intense’ blue eyes. My features didn’t help much. I said my brother was handsome; well he’s a part of me, my other half. In more ways than one; we both got our fathers strong looks, not to mention his strong will. I had strong cheekbones and a high neck.
Unfortunately, I also got my mother’s beauty. I have her red hair and pale skin. I have her soft nose and perfect lips. The combination of my parent’s appearances resulted in me looking like ‘a unique beauty’. My uncle, another powerful and important man, on first seeing me exclaimed; ‘By the gods George! You have an angel in your hands!’
My parents are extremely pleased with my ‘beauty’; it’s guaranteed to get me a good husband. Ugh. I’d trade anything to be someone else.
But as I was saying, I’m easily recognised. So in order to get out by myself I had to dress as a servant. I dress in simple trousers and use a rope for a belt; I wear a small blouse and a jacket. My hair’s stuffed into a hat. I go about barefoot; mainly because I’ve yet to find suitable shoes.
A bit of mud and I can pass as a man.
That’s another problem. Women aren’t allowed to dress as men. I’d be severely punished if my father ever found out. Edward; the traitor, disapproved of me climbing up here every morning dressed as a man. So he wouldn’t come up here with me. As we get older Edward get’s more and more like our father. He’s intensely into politics and has started to show signs of wanting me to be more of a lady. Fortunately, I’m his favourite sparring partner so he won’t tell on me.
So here I sat, breaking every rule my father enforced, breaking quite a few laws as well. Just to see the sun rising, just to be alone, just to be free of everything happening below me. So there I sat waiting for the church bell to ring, telling me it was getting late.
Then the bell did ring, but not how I expected it to. The usual way it rang was once in the morning, to hold the morning communion; to pray to God and thank him for the new day. Once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. This time when the bell rang, it didn’t stop ringing. Which meant only one thing. Someone had died, someone very important had died.

Um, i've written up to chapter 5, but i decided not to post it all; it's a bit long....

Yours Forever
-Sky