Legacy
Summary: Yeah, I know, this is stupid and everyone write about Alanna and Jon's illegitimate daughter, but this one's different. I SWEAR!!!!!!!! Please RR. Set right after Wolf Speaker. I think I got the time spread right. Or maybe after Emperor Mage. Not sure.
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns everyone except for Caterin, Pearl, Lanna and Mark.
Prologue: An Unwanted Heir
Alanna the Lioness of Barony Olau and Trebond stared in hatred at the baby lying in the cradle next to the bed she now lay on. The small, innocent child could ruin her life, her reputation and put her in a position she really didn't want to be in. The baby had her eyes for sure. Tiny amethyst orbs stared up at her from behind black eyelashes. She looked away from that innocent stare. The child was not innocent, at least, not as far as she was concerned. Not as far as the Tortallan court was concerned.
A soft knock on the door heralded George's entrance. He followed her gaze to the baby. "Lass-"
"It's Jon's," she whispered bitterly. "The child is Jon's and it's the heir. What am I supposed to do?" She looked up at him pleadingly. "I can't take it with me that's for sure. I don't want any baby, especially not the bastard heir, George!" Alanna remembered with anger the day Jonathan had left her in the desert. When he'd left, he'd dropped something. She'd picked it up, and nearly dropped it again. It was her pregnancy charm. She would have gone after him- but then everyone would have known. Instead, she'd come to Port Caynn, knowing that here, Jonathan would never hear of his bastard child. That way, she could abandon it and try to forget.
"Leave it," George suggested softly, drawing her out of her hatred. She looked at him in surprise.
"What?"
"Leave it," he repeated. "Leave it here with Rispah. She'll care for the child and Jon never has to know. Not everyone here knows of you and there are plenty of people with black hair. She'll keep it out of the eyes of the court. When the child grows up.well, you can deal with that then." Alanna smiled.
"Thank you, George," she murmured sleepily. "Ask Rispah-" He nodded and kissed her forehead.
"I promise, lass," he said, leaving the room with one last glance at the sleeping heir to the throne of Tortall.
Summary: Yeah, I know, this is stupid and everyone write about Alanna and Jon's illegitimate daughter, but this one's different. I SWEAR!!!!!!!! Please RR. Set right after Wolf Speaker. I think I got the time spread right. Or maybe after Emperor Mage. Not sure.
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns everyone except for Caterin, Pearl, Lanna and Mark.
Prologue: An Unwanted Heir
Alanna the Lioness of Barony Olau and Trebond stared in hatred at the baby lying in the cradle next to the bed she now lay on. The small, innocent child could ruin her life, her reputation and put her in a position she really didn't want to be in. The baby had her eyes for sure. Tiny amethyst orbs stared up at her from behind black eyelashes. She looked away from that innocent stare. The child was not innocent, at least, not as far as she was concerned. Not as far as the Tortallan court was concerned.
A soft knock on the door heralded George's entrance. He followed her gaze to the baby. "Lass-"
"It's Jon's," she whispered bitterly. "The child is Jon's and it's the heir. What am I supposed to do?" She looked up at him pleadingly. "I can't take it with me that's for sure. I don't want any baby, especially not the bastard heir, George!" Alanna remembered with anger the day Jonathan had left her in the desert. When he'd left, he'd dropped something. She'd picked it up, and nearly dropped it again. It was her pregnancy charm. She would have gone after him- but then everyone would have known. Instead, she'd come to Port Caynn, knowing that here, Jonathan would never hear of his bastard child. That way, she could abandon it and try to forget.
"Leave it," George suggested softly, drawing her out of her hatred. She looked at him in surprise.
"What?"
"Leave it," he repeated. "Leave it here with Rispah. She'll care for the child and Jon never has to know. Not everyone here knows of you and there are plenty of people with black hair. She'll keep it out of the eyes of the court. When the child grows up.well, you can deal with that then." Alanna smiled.
"Thank you, George," she murmured sleepily. "Ask Rispah-" He nodded and kissed her forehead.
"I promise, lass," he said, leaving the room with one last glance at the sleeping heir to the throne of Tortall.
