A/N: Hello! This is my first Tamora Pierce fanfiction. It takes place after the third book in The Song of the Lioness quartet, taking the place of the fourth book. Please review nicely and constructively criticize! It is mostly fluff but I had to get it out of my system! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the books written by Tamora Pierce.
A/N: I made a few revisions to the story along with a new format. Please enjoy.
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As Alanna washed up and readied herself for bed, she thought. George was away on business and it brought her back to the last time he was gone, three months ago. Her hand flashed to her stomach. Three months ago she had gone to the castle to visit Jonathan. She had convinced herself that he needed to be congratulated on his almost official betrothal, but really she had wanted an apology. When she was finally led to his quarters she had almost broken down into tears. Seeing his curious face had pushed her over the edge…
"What is going…? Alanna? Alanna, don't cry. Shh." Jonathan said as he pulled her into his arms. "You are dismissed." He said to Timon, who had brought her to him. Alanna quickly pulled herself together and yanked herself from his arms. "I'm sorry, Highness, I don't know what came over me. I came to congratulate you on finding a suitable wife." Alanna said, coolly. "Since when do you call me Highness?" Jon asked sounding equally cold. "I thought you'd at least call me Jonathan if not Jon." Alanna stared at him. "Since you basically called me a man when you were acting like a conceited baby!" Jon winced. "Well I came here, congratulated you, and now I must leave. George gets home tomorrow and I…" Jon said the first thing that came to his head. "George!!! You're sleeping with George!!!! I can't believe you-""I have every right to sleep with George or any man in the city that is not happily married, Highness." Alanna reminded coldly. "And you lost every right to care." She turned to go.
"Wait." Jonathan pleaded. "You're right. I did lose every right to care. But, I never stopped caring." Alanna turned around. "Princess Josiane was nothing but a girl I hoped would make you come crawling back to me. But really, I should have been the one crawling to you. I love you Alanna of Trebond and Olau. I always have. But from being away from you, I've realized that I took you and my position for advantage and… why are you crying?" Jonathan asked. Alanna touched her cheek and realized she had been sobbing throughout Jonathan's whole speech. She immediately straightened up. "I'm crying because I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming that my first and only love is telling me that he loves me. And that I'm not just the girl he wants to rebel with. But I'm going to wake up in George's bedroom with a horrible feeling in my chest because you really don't-"Alanna was cut off by Jonathan kissing her urgently." "Damn dream's making it worse." Alanna stated when they broke apart. Jonathan stared at her in disbelief until she smiled and kissed him. "But I'll take it" Jonathan pulled her into his chest. He lifted her face so he could kiss her again. As he kissed her he lifted her up and carried her to his room.
Alanna sighed as she thought about the aftermath of her one night affair with Jon. Jon hadn't contacted her again. She had returned to George to get her things and wait for him to return so that she could tell him goodbye. What awaited her was a letter from George saying he wouldn't be back until the end of the month. He returned the day Alanna realized her monthly cycle hadn't come. After Mistress Cooper's quick examination and confirmation that she was pregnant did Alanna realize the pregnancy charm had broken off before she had entered the palace. George was ecstatic, thinking it was his and she never heard from Jon again.
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Alanna was woken by a thud followed by a loud curse in a familiar voice. She moved quickly for the window and lifted it up to see Jonathan standing on the thin ledge that lined the building. He smiled and her heart fluttered. "I guess I'd never make it as a thief." Jonathan shrugged. "May I come in?" Alanna simply nodded and stepped back. As soon as Jonathan turned to look at her, and noticed her small bulge, he turned red. "I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry. My congratulations to you and George." Jonathan turned to the window but stopped when Alanna said, "Why did you come?" He turned and grinned sheepishly. "I made up my mind that I needed to ask you something but… well… I can see my answer." He turned to the window. "It's not George's child." He turned slowly to see Alanna looking at him, her amethyst eyes glistening. "What?" Jonathan said a glimmer of hope in his voice. "It's not George's child. It's yours."