Sir, my lady.
Alanna is having doubts about becoming a knight, Jonathan is coming onto her more and more each day. The others are starting to get suspicious, is her secret about to come out, before she achieves he dream? (Starts just after the kiss and she thinks Jonathan has gone to Delia)
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Alanna of Trebond looked across the city from her window. The little light there was cast a faint glow across the city. She let her breath steam out in a swirl of mist that quickly disappeared. It was beautiful; the sky was lit with a cascade of stars and the glow of the waning moon. It helped her escape from her thoughts, and there was much to think about.
She felt someone's eyes slip around her waist and pull her to them. Subtly she pulled her knife and spun around. The knife pressed against the stranger's neck, she glared through the dark, trying to make out his face.
"Relax, it's me." He said, curling his fingers around Alanna's wrist. She pulled away fast and sharply and slid the knife back into its scabbard. And backed away from him.
"Jonathan, you scared me, what are you doing in here?" Her fingers brushed the window sill, she was trapped. Jonathan skillfully walked towards her and caught her waist with his arm. She didn't want this, she couldn't tell him, the feelings she had must be buried. "What are you doing here?" He smiled and looked past her, outside. Suddenly he lifted he up and sat her on the window sill
"It's a long drop and I wouldn't want to drop you." He leant towards her, but she leant backwards, until he pulled her up and kissed her. She felt hot against him, it was so tempting to let go of herself. She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders. He wasn't wearing a shirt; he was barely dressed at all. She pushed him away, hard. He barely even stumbled. This annoyed her, she felt as if she wanted to hurt him.
"Get out! Get out now!" She screamed, falling against the wall. She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't look weak in front of him. He pulled her up and hugged her, only to be pushed away again. Alanna pounded her fists, uselessly on Jonathan's chest, her strength ebbing away. When she stopped, she took a step back and fell to her knees. "Go…now." She whispered, hanging her head, refusing to look at him.
"I can wait Alanna, you'll accept it eventually." He opened the door between their rooms and stepped through. Before he closed it he whispered through the gap "I love you Alanna." Alanna picked up the closest object to her, one of her boots, and threw it at him, pure rage raining through her.
She had to talk to someone and with her most trusted confident being the problem, there was only one other she could go to, the king of theives
She pulled on her clothes, quickly and silently, praying with all she had that Jonathan wasn't laying awake and could hear her every step.
She opened the door with a slight creek, she winced at the sound. She would have to do a week of mucking out the horses most likely or the dreaded algebra every night for the rest of her life if she was caught. It was a painfully long walk out of the castle but she managed to work her way and dodge anyone who might have "interest" in why she was walking the corridors this late.
As soon as she slipped out of the door, she took a deep breath of the cool night air and ran, flat out to the dancing dove. Alanna pushed open the door to a typical scene. The late night drinkers were dotted around; some were just holding onto the edge of being sober, others had sunk deep into the territory of a hangover the next morning. She walked up to the bar and threw the remainder of Solom's ale onto his drunken head.
Solom woke up with a start. "Master Alan, you'll be here to see the king. 'Ere, he's upstairs, warn 'im you're coming in this time." She walked through the back and upstairs to George's door. She knocked loudly, her knuckles beating, hard against the wood of the door. There was no answer but that of slight snoring from behind the wood.
She opened the door with a bang which sent George into a frenzy as he woke up to the noise. "Goddess Alanna…Oh Mithros, I'm almost bare! Turn away, while I put some clothes on." Alanna turned away until he called to her. "So what's troubling ye lass?" He said, gesturing for her to sit down, she ignored him.
"Tell me what you know of love." George only laughed, this made Alanna scowl deeply. She needed his support, not his jokes.
"And what makes your-stone-hearted-self ask such a question?" Alanna couldn't contain herself any longer, her shoulders heaved with heavy wracking sobs and she fell into a chair, her sorrows pouring out and showing themselves to the world. "Alanna. Tell me, what's happened?" She tried to hide her face from George, weakness wasn't a trait a future knight could afford, it allowed one's enemy to get in and attack. He raised he face so he could see hers
"I…it's hard to explain." She said. She wanted so badly to pull away but something stopped her, the look her gave he held her in her place. He stood up and pulled his fingers through his knotted hair.
"When are you going to learn? You can trust me with anything. I know ye been at ye window most of the night. What's wrong?" Alanna paused before looking away, trying to think of a way of reliving it without it feeling painful. It wasn't possible. But she said it anyway.
"Jon, he…I…he kissed me." George looked horrified, it was the reaction she had expected but had hoped not to see. She turned away, ashamed. She shouldn't have come, she shouldn't have told him, she should've just forgotten and ignored it, but she hadn't. She needed to run, far and fast, leave it all behind.
"What?! How? What happened?" Alanna took a deep breath and turned to face him. She would have to tell him…everything