What if Things Were Different?
Squire Alanna "Alan" of Trebond entered the Dancing Dove, perspiring slightly from the long, hot walk. The hot wall of smoke and noise that she was always greeted by when she went into the Dancing Dove didn't help any. The thieves she knew well called her over.
"Squire Alan! Come siddown an' 'ave a drink!"
"No thank you, 'Fingers," she said, her clear, cultured voice carrying out over the rough speech of the city thieves. Her voice, this day, held a troubled note. "I have to be back at the palace to have people whack me with swords by one o'clock. "Lightfingers" muttered something indistinctly as she walked by. She didn't catch all of it, but she did pick out the word "insanity". When George, the King of Thieves, noticed her, he stood up. Everybody fell silent, as anyone else would if the King of Tortall had stood up. The thieves, most of them, anyway, worshipped George and paid him far more respect than they would the King of Tortall.
"So, Squire Alan, y'come once more t'our lowborn ranks. What brings y'here, O Powerful and Almighty No-"
"Cram it, George," Alanna said, her face drawn and tight. "I want to talk."
"As y'say, O Highborn-"
"Please, George! I mean it! I really need to talk!" she cried, looking terrified, furious, and exhausted all rolled into one.
George stretched. "All right, then. Come along, la-lad."
They went up into George's chambers. George flopped across his narrow bed, tightly muscled arms behind his head, broad chest rippling with more muscles. "So what's up, Alanna?" he asked, yawning. Have y'finally realized that you're crazy and want t'say goodbye before y'go off and become a lady? Hmm?" He sat up and walked across the room to get them each a glass of wine. Watching him, Alanna decided she liked his face-his nose was big, but his eyes were a beautiful hazel color and his teeth were white, his smile broad.
He pressed a glass of wine into her hand. "Drink, lass." Alanna took a sip mechanically, her large violet eyes never leaving the wall behind George. "Now, Alanna, tell me truly: what's eatin' you?" He placed a soft hand on her chin and forced her to look up at him. She saw in his hazel eyes such a deep amount of love that it frightened her and she had to look away. "Please, Alanna?"
She took a deep breath and gulped down her wine to steel herself. She said it all in a rush. "Prince Jon-I thought he really loved me. He found me that one night on my seventeenth birthday and-well, we've been lovers ever since." She lowered her eyes; George didn't know about her affair with Jon. He appeared so shocked and devastated that she was sorry the instant she had said it. Wordlessly he handed her another glass of wine, although it looked like he needed it more. She gulped it down as fast as the first glass and continued. "But now there's this new lady at Court, Lady Kallyn of Proviber. She's-she's stolen his heart. They-sometimes sleep together. I don't really think there's hope for me and Jon. And I'm scared. And lonely." She finished, her face red and tears streaming down it.
"Well, lass, why didn't y'go see Mistress Cooper?" he said, his voice hoarse. "You're askin' the wrong man." He was clearly heartbroken over the news that she and Jon loved each other, and he obviously felt for her and was very sorry, but his voice carried a hint of hope and happiness. If Alanna and Jon didn't have a chance, did he have a shot at winning her heart?
Alanna's next words were mildly slurred, and George could tell that the wine was taking effect.
"George, I came tuh ya because I thought ya could...just...help meh somehah."
"Well, I dunno, lass...I only know one way t'cheer y'up." And with that he reached for her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her, the first time gently, the second deeply. Attack when the opponent is weak, was his motto.
And a good one it was, too. It worked.
At first Alanna wanted to struggle, but after a few seconds, a realization fought its way through her muddled brain: She loved him. With that she relaxed and let George and the wine take over...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tamora Pierce's characters. The only character I own is Lady Kallyn, and if I get a few good reviews there will be another character I own...I think...
A/N: Well, I just realized what an amazingly twisted person I am! Anyway, I don't know how badly this sucks, so I need 5-count 'em, 5 reviews that are not flamers to continue writing. I hope this was okay, because I already have the second chapter written. This is my first fanfic ever, so now I've joined the club!!!!!!!!!! You're gonna see a lot of poetry from me, because I have an inflated head-all my teachers keep saying how good my poetry is. Hahahaha my head is very big. Well I shall remain the masked Lioness in pajamas from now on, because I know at least one of my friends will read this, and if they know who I am they'll never speak to me again! Muahahahaha! This is a very long author's note so please review in the cute little box below, aww isn't it sweet (I have problems) and I'll continue writing if this wasn't awful! *Author suddenly realizes she's completely insane and jumps off a building, laughing all the way*
~Masked Lioness in Pajamas
Squire Alanna "Alan" of Trebond entered the Dancing Dove, perspiring slightly from the long, hot walk. The hot wall of smoke and noise that she was always greeted by when she went into the Dancing Dove didn't help any. The thieves she knew well called her over.
"Squire Alan! Come siddown an' 'ave a drink!"
"No thank you, 'Fingers," she said, her clear, cultured voice carrying out over the rough speech of the city thieves. Her voice, this day, held a troubled note. "I have to be back at the palace to have people whack me with swords by one o'clock. "Lightfingers" muttered something indistinctly as she walked by. She didn't catch all of it, but she did pick out the word "insanity". When George, the King of Thieves, noticed her, he stood up. Everybody fell silent, as anyone else would if the King of Tortall had stood up. The thieves, most of them, anyway, worshipped George and paid him far more respect than they would the King of Tortall.
"So, Squire Alan, y'come once more t'our lowborn ranks. What brings y'here, O Powerful and Almighty No-"
"Cram it, George," Alanna said, her face drawn and tight. "I want to talk."
"As y'say, O Highborn-"
"Please, George! I mean it! I really need to talk!" she cried, looking terrified, furious, and exhausted all rolled into one.
George stretched. "All right, then. Come along, la-lad."
They went up into George's chambers. George flopped across his narrow bed, tightly muscled arms behind his head, broad chest rippling with more muscles. "So what's up, Alanna?" he asked, yawning. Have y'finally realized that you're crazy and want t'say goodbye before y'go off and become a lady? Hmm?" He sat up and walked across the room to get them each a glass of wine. Watching him, Alanna decided she liked his face-his nose was big, but his eyes were a beautiful hazel color and his teeth were white, his smile broad.
He pressed a glass of wine into her hand. "Drink, lass." Alanna took a sip mechanically, her large violet eyes never leaving the wall behind George. "Now, Alanna, tell me truly: what's eatin' you?" He placed a soft hand on her chin and forced her to look up at him. She saw in his hazel eyes such a deep amount of love that it frightened her and she had to look away. "Please, Alanna?"
She took a deep breath and gulped down her wine to steel herself. She said it all in a rush. "Prince Jon-I thought he really loved me. He found me that one night on my seventeenth birthday and-well, we've been lovers ever since." She lowered her eyes; George didn't know about her affair with Jon. He appeared so shocked and devastated that she was sorry the instant she had said it. Wordlessly he handed her another glass of wine, although it looked like he needed it more. She gulped it down as fast as the first glass and continued. "But now there's this new lady at Court, Lady Kallyn of Proviber. She's-she's stolen his heart. They-sometimes sleep together. I don't really think there's hope for me and Jon. And I'm scared. And lonely." She finished, her face red and tears streaming down it.
"Well, lass, why didn't y'go see Mistress Cooper?" he said, his voice hoarse. "You're askin' the wrong man." He was clearly heartbroken over the news that she and Jon loved each other, and he obviously felt for her and was very sorry, but his voice carried a hint of hope and happiness. If Alanna and Jon didn't have a chance, did he have a shot at winning her heart?
Alanna's next words were mildly slurred, and George could tell that the wine was taking effect.
"George, I came tuh ya because I thought ya could...just...help meh somehah."
"Well, I dunno, lass...I only know one way t'cheer y'up." And with that he reached for her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her, the first time gently, the second deeply. Attack when the opponent is weak, was his motto.
And a good one it was, too. It worked.
At first Alanna wanted to struggle, but after a few seconds, a realization fought its way through her muddled brain: She loved him. With that she relaxed and let George and the wine take over...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tamora Pierce's characters. The only character I own is Lady Kallyn, and if I get a few good reviews there will be another character I own...I think...
A/N: Well, I just realized what an amazingly twisted person I am! Anyway, I don't know how badly this sucks, so I need 5-count 'em, 5 reviews that are not flamers to continue writing. I hope this was okay, because I already have the second chapter written. This is my first fanfic ever, so now I've joined the club!!!!!!!!!! You're gonna see a lot of poetry from me, because I have an inflated head-all my teachers keep saying how good my poetry is. Hahahaha my head is very big. Well I shall remain the masked Lioness in pajamas from now on, because I know at least one of my friends will read this, and if they know who I am they'll never speak to me again! Muahahahaha! This is a very long author's note so please review in the cute little box below, aww isn't it sweet (I have problems) and I'll continue writing if this wasn't awful! *Author suddenly realizes she's completely insane and jumps off a building, laughing all the way*
~Masked Lioness in Pajamas