In the Middle of the Night
This is a one shot I wrote in class one day when I was bored. Probably not the greatest story, but oh well. I hope you enjoy!
It was the sound of the door slamming in the next room that awoke Alanna up from her sleep. As she sat up in bed, she could hear the sound of furniture being kicked around. With a slight groan Alanna pulled herself up and out of the bed she softly walked across the room and knocked on the door that joined the two rooms.
"Jon?" she asked quietly. When she didn't hear him reply she knocked louder.
"Jonathan? Are you in there?" she called. When she didn't get a reply she gently tested the door handle. It was open. As the door swung open Alanna saw with horror Jon's room in a mess. The furniture had been upturned, and there in the middle of the bed was the crumpled figure of the Prince himself. Tentatively Alanna walked over to him, and sat next to him on the bed. "Are you alright Jon?" Alanna asked quietly. Jonathan looked up at her, his face stained with tears, his bright sapphire blue eyes troubled.
"Why can't all girls be like you Alanna?" he asked his voice breaking, fresh tears rolling down his face. It broke Alanna's heart to see him so upset. She had never seen him so upset before.
"Why can't all girls be kind, caring and strong in their beliefs? Instead they have no opinion; they throw themselves at me one day and ignore me the next. The only thing that they care about is having a rich husband and raising a family."
"Not all girls are like that Jon, I'm not." Alanna told him
"You're the only one. I refuse to marry a mindless idiot!" he shouted. Alanna flinched; she had never seen him so worked up about something.
"Then don't. Jon what has brought on all this on? You usually love girls." Alanna said.
"My mother wants me to start looking at potential wives. I told her I'm not yet nineteen I have plenty of time. She told me I must make the right choice, to uphold the family honor, do the kingdom proud. What she doesn't understand is that when I do marry I want to marry for love, not for money or for politics. I don't love any of the court girls, I hardly know them." Jon replied. Alanna hugged her friend close and whispered in his ear,
"Forget about it for now. As you said you are still young, and the King isn't going to die anytime soon, gods forbid. It will all work its self out in the end. Now go and wash your face and get ready for bed." Jon nodded and stood up.
"You are the best friend I could ever ask for." He said. As Alanna watched him leave the room, she felt her heart breaking again, although it was for a different reason. Of course Jon would have to marry, and when he did she would lose her best friend. Alanna had never liked the idea of Jonathan being with another girl. Deep down in her heart she knew it was because she wanted to be his girl, but that could ever be. She would always be his best friend, nothing more.
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