A/N: I haven't written in forever... I used to publish under a different penname (which I won't tell you which since I didn't finish any of those stories. Oops)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. That's all Tamora Pierce. :)
Prologue
Sixteen year old Alanna of Trebond pushed back her sweat-soaked hair as she crouched, heaving over a basin, wishing to all the gods that she was ill from something she'd ate rather than this. Her lover, and the owner of the privy which she'd rushed to, George Cooper appeared in the doorway, his sun tanned face lined with worry.
"Are you alright, lass?" The King of Thieves asked.
"George..." the redheaded girl heaved herself upright, wiping her hands on her red and gold squire's uniform.
Part of why she and George had to maintain a secret relationship was that she was a noble and he was common-born. The other, more important part was that she was masquerading as a boy to earn her knight's shield. The fact that he was six years older than she made little difference to anyone.
"Lass, you're worrying me." George moved to wrap his arm around her, but stopped when her hand came up to rest on his chest.
Her violet eyes met his hazel ones as she spoke: "I'm pregnant."
A/N: I know it's short. Let me know if I should continue. :) I can have the first chapter up in no time.