Exiled Lioness
Erm..this fic is probably a one-shot. I might make it into an actual series/saga/story-thing, but.. yes. It's more or less just a what-if, one-shot.. e.e; if you want me to continue it - tell in reviews.
It was well after midnight, but that made no difference to the Dancing Dove's population. The Rogue, George Cooper, was enjoying a fine evening listening to the recounts of his friends and companions, laughing jovially.
In truth, it was a distraction. He was worried sick for the woman he loved, Alanna of Trebond. It was the night of her Ordeal and Knighting, and he'd be damned if she failed. Talking well into the morning, one by one the thieves dispersed, George the last to go. In his room, mulling over a serving of rich wine, the man was -hardly- expecting what happened next.
Realising with a sigh it was well after Alanna would have gone through the Chamber and emerged, in one piece, hopefully, George got to his feet. Ambling towards the window, he threw open the shutters.
For a moment sky blue fixed on amethyst- cold, -angry- amethyst. Holding back a yell, George whipped out a dagger, the point to the other's neck.
"George!" Alanna hissed. "D'you mind?!"
"Ah. Sorry lass." stepping back, George sheepishly sheathed the dagger.
"Thankyou." she growled, slinking into the room. Both hands were bandaged, she was clad in travelling gear.
He faltered "Wait a minute - where're ye going Lass?! What happened?"
"Duke Roger, George. He -knows-."
"So?" protested the man "That shouldn't mean anythin' if ye already knighted."
"I know," Alanna moved to sit down on the chair he'd occupied a few minutes ago. "But.. he found some decree that was established about a century ago, now."
The colour quickly left George's face "What did it say?" his tone was low - any higher and it would crack.
She gave a tired sigh, leaning back in the chair "I don't know what the exact words were, but it's apparently treason. What I did. Treason."
Finding a chair, George sunk onto it, disbelieving. "But th'Prince! Gary, Raoul, Coram, your brother, Thom-"
"They have no say. The sentence and matter is to be handled by the Monarchy and the one who found out."
"Roger?"
"Yes."
"But- he'll get you trialed, killed!" hopeless blue eyes fixed on the woman before him.
Alanna sighed again "I know. I'm leaving."
"Leaving?"
"I don't have a choice, George. You know that."
He sighed. He did know that. "Should've known that snake of a noble'd pull something like this-"
"Stop it George." he looked at her in surprise. Wouldn't Alanna feel exactly the same way? "Lass.."
She sat up "I should get going. We'll keep in touch, promise." standing, Alanna made her way to the window again.
George padded silently across the room, still in a measure of shock. Intercepting the woman, he gave her a fare-well kiss. "Stay out of trouble, 'Lanna."
She flushed bright red. Without a word, the newly-Knighted healer swung down the ladder.
Only she wasn't a Knight anymore.
So.. yes, that's the Prologue. Like it? Hate it? Feh. I wouldn't normally do a fic like this, but the thought just entered my mind - what if Alanna -hadn't- killed Roger, and she -wasn't- accepted as a Lady Knight? So.. yes. Enough reviews, and I'll put in a few chapters, make an actuall story out of this.
