I'm back! Hope you enjoy this, at the minute it's a one shot but I'm toying with the idea of extending it, please review and let me know what you think! Xxx

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Alanna paced her palace rooms, hands on auto pilot, twisting themselves together. Her shoulder length auburn hair was slightly tousled and pulled back into a low horse tail. She was dressed for comfort, in fawn breeches, cream shirt and rich chocolate coloured tunic, with her personal emblem, (a gold lioness) embroidered in the corner.

Every so often she would take a deep breath and move towards the door, before sighing and resuming her pacing. George watched amused from the comfort of their bed, she had announced early in the morning while snuggled up against him that today was the day she was going to tell Jon. All had been going brilliantly to plan until she had got up, that had been hours ago, in fact the third bell of the afternoon had rung and she was still pacing, muttering under her breath.

Alanna caught George's look and stopped abruptly, "What pry tell are you grinning about laddie buck?" George's smile grew even wider; he got up and draped his arms around his wife's slightly swollen stomach, "I was just wondering, when you said that you were going to tell him, you did mean before the child is born?" He moved quickly in order to duck as she swiped at him.

"Yes, I just don't know how to! He's going to make me stop fighting, and Thayet will try to pamper me…" Her voice had been getting progressively higher in pitch; and a pout had appeared on her face.

George, ever the voice of reason tried to calm her down, "Of course you won't be allowed to duel, but as for the pampering, once you actually get round to telling him…" Here he was interrupted by a swift poke in the ribs, and Alanna pulling a, in his opinion, rather childish, and yet amazingly cute face. He faked a grimace and tried again, "As I was saying, we can simply disappear back to the Swoop."

"I you think telling him will be so easy, you can do it! I'll be here when you get back." Alanna put on what she hoped was a 'winning smile' and used her eyes to plead with George. He merely laughed and steered her towards the door of their palace suit, "Oh no you don't, you're the Champion, not me!"

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Half an hour later, Alanna could be found pacing outside a solid oak door. The corridor in question was well lit and there were various hangings draped along the walls. However all this was lost on the irate Champion, some of the language she was using would have been enough to make even the hardiest guard blush.

Jonathon leaned against the door frame, his sapphire blue eyes twinkling in mirth; he had heard something moving around outside, and thinking it was his three year old son had gone to investigate. What he had found however was probably a great deal more amusing, Alanna was walking back and forth in a trance cursing softly to herself and muttering about killing a certain husband…

He cleared in throat loudly in an attempt to make her notice him, when this failed to have any affect; he reached out a hand and grabbed her shoulder. Alanna spun around, shocked only to look up into the laughing eyes of her King, "Jon… I need to talk to you…"

He took in her pale face and determined eyes, "of course, you know you can talk to me about anything." She simply glared back, before marching into his office and plonking herself into the soft armchair beside the fire. "First of all, you have to promise that no matter what I tell you, you are not going to ban me from any duels and that you won't let Thayet go mad."

Jon raised an eyebrow in question, and poured two drinks of apple juice, in handing one to her he asked mildly, "Is there a reason I should want you to stop fighting?" Alanna took a deep gulp of the juice and looked up at the man she had once had as a lover and still loved as a friend…

Jon, looked into amethyst eyes, and saw in them a fire he hadn't seen before, what ever it was she was going to tell him, it was obviously important. "Jon, I'm, well I'm pregnant…"

There was a silence that seemed to last forever, the entire colour had drained from the previously smiling Kings face and a single tear fell from purple eyes. Jonathon took several large strides and enveloped his now crying Champion into a tight embrace, "I'm so sorry Jon…" "Shush, it's ok; it's all going to be fine, we'll get over this."

Even as he was saying it, trying desperately to comfort his devastated friend, his heart was sinking, 'Oh please Gods let it be Georges!'

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Well what do you think? Please review and let me know!