(A/n: ok….my conscience will not rest until I write this. It always plays through my head when I listen to music, any. Has for years….So it's kind of a joke, meant for entertainment. PLEASE actually read the lyrics, they're what all the chappies are about! So, tell me if you like it or not!)
Nealan of Queenscove inspected his fingernails idly. Behind him, some fellow courtiers and knights cleared their throats, shifted positions to find a more comfortable spot, or sighed out of boredom. A tinge of color rose into Alanna's cheeks.
"Anyone know why we're here?" She snapped, getting to her feet. Raoul stood also, blocking her way.
"Jon wanted us here," the big knight reminded his temperamental friend.
Alanna glared at him futilely. "I know that!" She muttered, and returned to her seat.
The door opened, and everyone turned in their seats to welcome the king, for who else could it be? But they were sorely disappointed when more knights and nobles filed in, sending curious looks every which way.
So they waited mostly in silence for another quarter hour. Finally Jon arrived, George on his heels. Both their cheekbones sported red spots of anger.
"I suppose you haven't yet figured out why you're here," Jon said briskly, addressing them all. They nodded slowly. "Well," he cast a glare George's way, "in light of recent events, my advisors have…advised me to bring our knights and nobles closer together. This is the best thing I can think of."
"Sitting in a stuffy room without talking?" Numair supplied. "Yes, I can just feel the love."
"No, Numair, I was thinking more along the lines of a concert, so-to-speak." Jon carried a stool out in front of the crowd.
"Concert?" Dom repeated, shocked. Raoul groaned.
"None of that!" Gary said sharply. "Just watch."
Jon shrugged and took a seat on the stool. Suddenly, the light flowing into the room dimmed, and blue fire illuminated where Jon sat. He cleared his throat.
She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone
'Cause she'll rage just like a river
Then she'll beg you to forgive her
She's every woman that I've ever known.
She's so Carthak and then Sarain
And every town along the way
She's every place that I've never been
She's making love on rainy nights
She'll stroll through Scanran fights
And she's everything I want to do again.
It needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
For when it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence.
No it needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
When it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence.
She's anything but typical
She's so unpredictable
Oh but even at her worst she ain't that bad
She's as real as real can be
And she's every fantasy
Lord she's every lover that I've ever had
And she's every lover that I've never had
For several moments the room was silent. Jon let our a breath and smiled in relief. Suddenly the room burst into applause. Except, that is, two figures who were watching Jon in chock and amazement. Being, of course, George and Alanna. George started to turn a dangerous shade of puce, and Alanna stared at Jon as if seeing him for the first time.
"That about you, Alanna?" Raoul whispered to his friend. Her eyebrows came together in a confused frown.
"I have no idea…."
"Gods curse you, Jon!" George roared, bursting from his seat. Jon's hand reached automatically for his sword, but he pulled back.
"Think you can best me George? Go ahead." He motioned towards the empty stool. "Try."
(A/n: yea, that was "She's Every Woman" by Garth Brooks. Good song! And I think it sums up Alanna so well….Anyway, tell me if you liked it, don't bother telling me if you didn't, and expect many more chapters to come!)