A/N: This story begins in the middle of In the Hand of the Goddess. This
is my first fanfic, so please r/r!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Chapter 1: Discovery
Alanna was enjoying her time at the palace these past 16 years, even though she was beginning to get restless. Curious about her womanhood, she'd already begun to visit Mistress Cooper to be fitted for dresses and visit the city to experience Corus from a woman's perspective. After Jon had kissed her at the Drell River, Alanna had begun to wonder what it would be like to be courted by one of the young knights at the palace. She knew this could never happen though – what would happen to her training?
On her 17th birthday, Alanna was too tired to socialize. All she'd be treated to was a view of Jon dancing with that green-eyed flirt, Lady Delia, and she was in no mood to see her knight-master fawn over another lady. Thinking of Delia, Alanna pulled some clothing out of the locked trunk at the foot of her bed: a chemise, lace-trimmed stockings, a beautiful silk dress Mistress Cooper had fitted just that day, and the black wig she normally wore in public. Alanna hurried out of the room, grabbing a shawl on the way, before Faithful could convince her otherwise.
Wandering through the palace gardens, Alanna felt bold and beautiful. 'Who cares if Jonathan is with Delia?' she thought. 'I don't care what they are doing, or where they are… or how beautiful she looks… or the look in his eyes. I don't care that he's telling her how wonderful she is and composing more poetry…' as she trailed off her thoughts. 'Of course I care. I am falling in love with Jon.' Losing her courage and afraid of running into the couple, Alanna began to go inside. As she walked back to the bench where she had left her shaw, someone was waiting for her.
"Hullo," he said casually, holding the garment up. "I think this is yours."
Alanna looked startled as she said, "Why thank you, Sir Gary."
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Chapter 1: Discovery
Alanna was enjoying her time at the palace these past 16 years, even though she was beginning to get restless. Curious about her womanhood, she'd already begun to visit Mistress Cooper to be fitted for dresses and visit the city to experience Corus from a woman's perspective. After Jon had kissed her at the Drell River, Alanna had begun to wonder what it would be like to be courted by one of the young knights at the palace. She knew this could never happen though – what would happen to her training?
On her 17th birthday, Alanna was too tired to socialize. All she'd be treated to was a view of Jon dancing with that green-eyed flirt, Lady Delia, and she was in no mood to see her knight-master fawn over another lady. Thinking of Delia, Alanna pulled some clothing out of the locked trunk at the foot of her bed: a chemise, lace-trimmed stockings, a beautiful silk dress Mistress Cooper had fitted just that day, and the black wig she normally wore in public. Alanna hurried out of the room, grabbing a shawl on the way, before Faithful could convince her otherwise.
Wandering through the palace gardens, Alanna felt bold and beautiful. 'Who cares if Jonathan is with Delia?' she thought. 'I don't care what they are doing, or where they are… or how beautiful she looks… or the look in his eyes. I don't care that he's telling her how wonderful she is and composing more poetry…' as she trailed off her thoughts. 'Of course I care. I am falling in love with Jon.' Losing her courage and afraid of running into the couple, Alanna began to go inside. As she walked back to the bench where she had left her shaw, someone was waiting for her.
"Hullo," he said casually, holding the garment up. "I think this is yours."
Alanna looked startled as she said, "Why thank you, Sir Gary."