A/N: Ok, so I was at my friend. Crazy-Marimo's house and we were bored and we came up with a game and I was Jon and Alanna's daughter and Jon was secretly beating his daughter. Alanna didn't know and then she got a boyfriend who also abused her and I don't know why but now I want to make a fic about it. So this is where this comes from. And I'm still keeping Roald as one of their kids.
Oh! Crazy-Marimo wants to say something!!
Crazy-Marimo: AliaraGen you are stupid!! This game was created after we had soda and chocolate!! You can say were high and drunk off that stuff. What were you thinking?!
AliaraGen: I wasn't!! Marh! Crazy-Marimo, you don't even care so stop telling me that I'm stupid!! It's a good plot and I wanted to make Jon the bad guy (again). This is my fan fiction, not yours so go away!
Back story:
When Jonathan had asked Alanna to merry him, she had accepted. Two years later, they had a daughter and named her Azabelle. They had one other child, Roald. When Azabelle was ten, Jon had for some reason started to beat her. Alanna had no idea and still doesn't. There are only three people who know. Azabelle, her father, and her godfather George.
At fourteen, Azabelle met a boy who made her feel like everything. His name was Royoma. At first, they were a great couple, but over time, he changed. He became more violent towards her and others. More protective of her. And she's too afraid to break up with him.
These events have been making her life worse and worse. She wears only long sleeves, even in the summertime. She's shy and feels there is no reason to live for. She's even thought about killing herself. She almost did, but George had walked in on her and promised to keep it a secret if she told him why.
Azabelle doesn't tell her mother because she doesn't want to distract her from her work. Azabelle suspects that her grandfather Myles knows, but doesn't want to check. Now, being fifteen, she longs for change in her life. The only thing that keeps her spirits up is being able to sometimes walk into the city to enjoy herself and be free. She sometimes even walks into the Dancing Dove to hear stories about her parents, her godfather, and her parent's friends.
Chapter one:
Azabelle walked into the empty halls, her dress trailing behind her. She rushed to get to the ballroom. She was late! She wouldn't be worried if it had only been five minutes late or something, but she was an hour late! Jon wouldn't be happy. This was an important ball.
When she got there, she blended in to make it look like she had been there all along. Glancing around, she saw her Uncle Raoul. He wasn't really her uncle, but it felt like it so she called him Uncle Raoul.
"Hi Uncle." She greeted casually.
"Oh hi Azabelle." Raoul turned to her with a smile. She noticed that he had been talking to her mom and dad.
"Azabelle, you're late…again." Alanna teased her.
"Sorry mom." She hung her head, making her coal black hair cover her eyes, but Alanna made their violet eyes lock.
Azabelle felt her fathers eyes dart at her. She really should try to avoid him tonight. He was in a bad mood as it is. Thinking quickly, she excused herself from the adults and snuck out to the gardens. She had been there for only minute and she was sick of it.
She strolled through the flower beds, taking in the full moon and bright stars. Mithros it was beautiful! She found a bench and sat down on it to gaze at the open sky. Slowly breathing in, she smelled the different types of flowers like roses and violets. 'Why?' She thought. 'Why can't I just stay out here forever?'
While spacing out, she didn't realize the male figure come next to her and put his arm around her.
"Hey." He spoke. Azabelle, being caught off guard, jumped up in surprise.
"Oh….Sorry." She sat back down seeing it was Royoma.
"It's ok." He spoke with a slick voice. His cold grey eyes only complemented his dark black hair. He was two years older then her and about a head taller. "So either you've been hiding out here all night or did you just come, 'cause I was looking for you in there."
"I…got held up." Azabelle excused herself. She hadn't really gotten held up. More like forgotten.
There was a long silence between them. Azabelle didn't like to be around him anymore. At first, their relationship was perfect. Then, who knows what happened. She knew they wouldn't last forever. She had to tell him so sooner or later. But being too afraid to, she decided to keep her mouth shut, like always.
"Azabelle?" He started.
"Hmm?" She looked up at him.
"About this weekend. Maybe you'd like to spend it with me instead of with your godfather?"
'He should know the answer to this.' She thought. "Sorry. But during the weekends, I love to go to see George. I don't get to see him all that often. I hope you understand. It's not that I don't like you; I just want to be able to see George more often. He raised me more then my parents." It was true. George had taught her to walk and talk and to do a lot of other things. Yet again, she wished George was her real father.
"Ok." He sighed. She knew what was going on in his mind.
Glancing at the door of the ballroom, she saw Alanna walk out. She hinted that to Royoma, who quickly removed his arm from around her.
"Good evening, you're Majesty." He greeted to the queen.
"Hello, Royoma." Alanna at least knew his name, but not about Royoma's relationship with Azabelle. She probably wouldn't approve of that. "Do you mind if I talk to my daughter privately?"
"No, you're Highness." Royoma stood and walked off into the ballroom.
Azabelle hung her head and locked her hands in front of her.
"I'm starting to suspect there's more between you two." Alanna began.
"No! He and I are just friends. Really." She lied and knew it was obvious.
"Azabelle." Alanna glared at her. "I was a teen once too, you know? I know this stuff."
"But you didn't grow up as a teenage girl. You were a teenage boy."
Alanna chuckled. "Yes, but there were times I was a girl."
"But mainly you were a boy who didn't have to deal with girl problems." Azabelle really sounded like her mother when she said that. Alanna laughed at her comment.
"Oh, yes I did. People just didn't suspect it."
Azabelle hung her head.
"Is there anything you're not telling me?" Alanna's question was full of playful suspicion.
"Don't tell Dad." She began quietly. "He'll flip if he finds out, but Royoma and I are "together"."
"I knew it." Alanna hugged her daughter. "Can I tell you something? I don't really like that boy. He seems like trouble on legs."
"You'd say that about any boy I'd date." Azabelle spoke the truth.
"You're right. But I just don't like that boy. If he mistreats you, come tell me and I'll make sure to make him regret it." Azabelle knew she talked the truth. She was protective of her. Not overprotective, just protective.
"I will Mom. Just don't tell Dad." Alanna agreed and walked out. 'Oh, she makes me feel SO guilty!' Azabelle thought as Royoma came back to her.
"I told my mom." She explained to him. "She promised not to tell anyone so we're safe." 'I hope.' She added mentally.
The rest of the night, she talked to Royoma, and occasionally going into the ballroom just to be seen. She really wished she didn't have to, but Jonathan would be furious is she didn't show. Why didn't he understand that she didn't like it? This was a question she knew no answer to.
A/N: So what'd you think? Next chapter, they'll be George. This isn't the best but it's ok (in my opinion) tell me what you thought by leaving a review. Constructive critism is appreciated!
