Where Do We Go From Here?

By: LadyIsabelle

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize and everything you don't. KK?

Summary: This story is about Thayet. Her marriage with Jon isn't going so well and other things come of it. I'm not exactly sure where it will go, but it will be PG-13 because of language/violence and possibly romance.

A/N : I'm taking a break from Alanna's Wish because my muse won't let me continue writing. Severe writers block. So I'm trying my hand at this new one Sound good? And don't get mad at me. This is just to take my mind of Alanna. Oh yeah, and thoughts will be in italics.

Chapter 1

By: LadyIsabelle

Thayet of Conte sighed and shifted slightly in the bed. Her husband, King Jonathan of Conte, was sleeping peacefully beside her. She glanced at him and smiled slightly. I suppose he looks much more kingly when he sleeps. Today was such a disaster. He can't hold his wine the way he once did. She brushed the hair off his face, shook her head and climbed out of bed. He stirred slightly and reached for her. Not tonight. He's so drunk he will probably call Her name again. Her, of course, meant Alanna. He never loved me. Only Alanna. She shook him off and climbed out of bed. She wrapped a dressing gown around herself. And mused. Why Alanna? Why not me? I know she isn't at fault, and I know that she loves George, but why? Why am I not good enough for that man? Whatever I do, he always compares it to Alanna. Alanna would have done this, Alanna would have done that. I just want to scream "I am not Alanna!" at him. She grabbed some shoes and left the room and wandered into the library and glanced out the window, the moon was just rising. I could go for a ride. A nice long moonlit ride out of Corus. What would Jonathan do without me when he wakes up? She smiled and went to her dressing room, changed into breeches and a shirt and walked out of the palace to the stables. She saddled her horse, Goldenheart, and rode into the forest.

That had been a month ago. Since then, things had gotten worse. Jon had called her Alanna four times during lovemaking, and gave her looks when she was doing things that Alanna wouldn't do. Thayet was ready to pull her hair out. And Jon was getting irritated. "Thayet, you have to come to the small council today. We are discussing what to do about the fiefs with no lords."

"I don't want to go. I have something else I have to do."

"What, go and buy a new dress and spend more of my money?" Thayet glanced up from where she was lacing up her boots.

"No, my lord," she said icily, "I have to see to our son's birthday. In case you haven't forgotten, it is Jasson's 8th birthday today."

He colored briefly. "Of course I hadn't. I wanted to do a small dinner with us and our closest friends."

"You mean us and Alanna. That's all it ever is isn't it?"

He looked outraged and walked over to her, "What did you say?"

She glanced at him, "You don't want me at all, do you? Only you and Alanna. Just the way it always has been."

"I don't love her." He hesitated and continued, "I don't love her."

"They why do you call out her name?" she hissed at him.

"I do not."

"You do so and I will tell Alanna. And I should inform her that sometimes when you call out her name, your manliness fails you."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. And Jonathan, look at us. We are falling apart. You only married me because Alanna wouldn't. Perhaps because I wasn't used goods. I don't know why. But if you really truly love her, really truly do, please please just leave me out of it. Kill me or something. Let me leave. You won't disgrace my name along with yours."

"I don't love her. I love"- he faltered.

"I know you love her." She turned away from him. "And its killing me inside. But don't let the children know that their father is a liar."

"A what?"

"A liar. You pledge your love, your life to me, and yet you truly love another. And I'm asking you to not let our children know that you are a liar."

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly. "I know you didn't say that. It was a figment of my imagination." Jonathan thought himself a very honest fellow.

"Liar." That one word was all it took. Jonathan spun her around and slapped her, hard. She fell to the ground and looked up at him.

"Don't touch me, ever again."

Jonathan looked aghast, and in total horror he looked at his hand print on Thayet's face. He whirled on his heel and left.

A/N Yes that was the pitiful first chapter. I don't know how I'm going to go from there. But we will get a plot. I promise. Most likely into a whole Jon/Alanna thing. But the story is mostly about Thayet. And you have to understand, she feels betrayed. And I'm having fun. And the only reason I'm writing this story is because I'm in a bad mood with Jon right now cause he won't cooperate in my other story. So now he is the bad guy. Please r/r!