A/N This fic came to me as many do: talking with my best friend on the phone or in person. You could say I relay all my ideas to her and she gives me her opinions whether I like them or not.
This was just one of those fics where I was doing a what-if to my friend and the whole idea erupted into my head and I had to write it. That's how most of my fanfics and ideas work. In case you were curious as to how my mind works.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.
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Alanna opened the heavy oak door only to be hugged terribly hard by her single daughter, Alianne, who had just returned home from her trip to the City of the Gods to visit Thom.
"I'm so glad you're home," Alanna said, hugging Alianne. "I thought you would never return."
Alianne blushed. "I took my time, Mother."
"Oh?"
"I stopped in Corus for a few days," Alianne explained.
"Why don't you come into the parlor and you can tell me all about your trip," Alanna said. Mother and daughter walked over to the parlor and sat down. Servants brought them glasses of fruit juices.
"So, tell me, what did you do on your visit?" Alanna asked, wiping off the extra fruit juice from the top of her lip.
"Well, the trip to the City of the Gods was pretty much uneventful. I suppose when you carry the flag of the Lioness's daughter, everyone pretty much leaves you alone. The City is very beautiful in any case. Thom's doing well in his studies, but he's not like Uncle Thom in any way, except for brains. A week after our arrival, we began to head back, but I really wanted to stop in Corus for a bit. We stayed in the Dancing Dove." Alianne looked at her mother. "Mother, I want you to be happy for me."
"What?" Alanna asked, confused.
"I met a boy," Alianne squealed with joy.
"You did?" Alanna's heart fell. She had hoped that her daughter would've wanted to join the Queen's Riders, not meet a boy.
"Yes, he's wonderful and I want to marry him." Alianne looked expectantly at Alanna.
Alanna's jaw dropped. Marriage? She's probably only known him but a week maybe two. "Now, Alianne, you have all your life to choose a husband. Why rush?"
"Because I love him and he loves me."
"You can't be sure. I mean, you never know what kind of creepy man you'll meet and that Dancing Dove." Forgive me, George, Alanna thought.
"He's for real. I know he is. He's a noble. A wealthy family, a kind heart. Mother, I want to marry him," Alianne pleaded.
"Absolutely not," Alanna said firmly.
"But Mom! Please! I love him! He's good to me! I swear!" Alianne paused for a moment. "What if I take you back to Corus to meet him? You could ask him all those questions of yours and you can meet his parents. Would that change your mind?"
Alanna looked down. She understood where Alianne was coming from. Alanna herself never had to deal with the pleading to marry George. If her mother or father had been alive they probably would've forbidden it. They would've encouraged her to marry Jonathan. The crown prince. She also saw no reason not to follow Alianne's plan. She could go there, see the boy, and yet still remain firm in her
decision. That's what she would do.
"All right, Alianne. I will go see this boy, along with you and I will interrogate him as I see fit," Alanna said firmly.
"Should Father come?" Alianne asked.
"No, that would only make it worse for that boy."
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Please review. I love it when people review. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Thanks to Sarah aka Liger and Lady Queenscove- my little pocket thought-bouncer-off-er
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
This was just one of those fics where I was doing a what-if to my friend and the whole idea erupted into my head and I had to write it. That's how most of my fanfics and ideas work. In case you were curious as to how my mind works.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.
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Alanna opened the heavy oak door only to be hugged terribly hard by her single daughter, Alianne, who had just returned home from her trip to the City of the Gods to visit Thom.
"I'm so glad you're home," Alanna said, hugging Alianne. "I thought you would never return."
Alianne blushed. "I took my time, Mother."
"Oh?"
"I stopped in Corus for a few days," Alianne explained.
"Why don't you come into the parlor and you can tell me all about your trip," Alanna said. Mother and daughter walked over to the parlor and sat down. Servants brought them glasses of fruit juices.
"So, tell me, what did you do on your visit?" Alanna asked, wiping off the extra fruit juice from the top of her lip.
"Well, the trip to the City of the Gods was pretty much uneventful. I suppose when you carry the flag of the Lioness's daughter, everyone pretty much leaves you alone. The City is very beautiful in any case. Thom's doing well in his studies, but he's not like Uncle Thom in any way, except for brains. A week after our arrival, we began to head back, but I really wanted to stop in Corus for a bit. We stayed in the Dancing Dove." Alianne looked at her mother. "Mother, I want you to be happy for me."
"What?" Alanna asked, confused.
"I met a boy," Alianne squealed with joy.
"You did?" Alanna's heart fell. She had hoped that her daughter would've wanted to join the Queen's Riders, not meet a boy.
"Yes, he's wonderful and I want to marry him." Alianne looked expectantly at Alanna.
Alanna's jaw dropped. Marriage? She's probably only known him but a week maybe two. "Now, Alianne, you have all your life to choose a husband. Why rush?"
"Because I love him and he loves me."
"You can't be sure. I mean, you never know what kind of creepy man you'll meet and that Dancing Dove." Forgive me, George, Alanna thought.
"He's for real. I know he is. He's a noble. A wealthy family, a kind heart. Mother, I want to marry him," Alianne pleaded.
"Absolutely not," Alanna said firmly.
"But Mom! Please! I love him! He's good to me! I swear!" Alianne paused for a moment. "What if I take you back to Corus to meet him? You could ask him all those questions of yours and you can meet his parents. Would that change your mind?"
Alanna looked down. She understood where Alianne was coming from. Alanna herself never had to deal with the pleading to marry George. If her mother or father had been alive they probably would've forbidden it. They would've encouraged her to marry Jonathan. The crown prince. She also saw no reason not to follow Alianne's plan. She could go there, see the boy, and yet still remain firm in her
decision. That's what she would do.
"All right, Alianne. I will go see this boy, along with you and I will interrogate him as I see fit," Alanna said firmly.
"Should Father come?" Alianne asked.
"No, that would only make it worse for that boy."
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Please review. I love it when people review. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Thanks to Sarah aka Liger and Lady Queenscove- my little pocket thought-bouncer-off-er
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff