The Truth That Makes Me Cry
A/N: This is just a short fic. But plz review! Flames and comments welcome! Tell me if I should leave it here, or if I should carry on! Also if there is any one who wants to be my beta reader, plz email me, diaconianni@netlineuk.net.
Disclaimer: As usual none of these characters are mine! So don't sue!
By earthfire
"I swear to Mithros and the Goddess, that Jon does this to me on purpose! He knows I hate these prissy social functions!" Alanna raged to Raoul, who agreed wholeheartedly. He too, was known to dislike these social events.
What made Alanna really mad was that Jon had insisted, or rather ordered her to wear a dress! She fully intended to put something soft and squishy in his bed very soon.
Revenge is so sweet. Alanna thought evilly to herself. Suddenly her thoughts where interrupted by Raoul. He was speaking again.
"Come now Alanna, you should know very well that Jon really does appreciates us being here! So just smile, and be a good little King's Champion for once."
Raoul attempted to pat Alanna on the head, but had to duck just in time as Alanna swung to hit him. He just smiled sweetly and walked away.
Alanna sighed heavily and leant back against the closest wall. She really did hate this.
"Why are you hiding, my lovely Lioness? Why don't you come on out?" Alanna was surprised when she heard the soft voice of George. He was meant to be at the Swoop, sorting out some important business.
Even though Alanna was happy to see him, she turned to face him, intending to give a curt reply.
When suddenly she was swept out of her hidden hiding place and onto the crowded dance floor.
George twirled her around, and started to gracefully dance to the music. Alanna just glared at him. But when her beloved just looked at her like that, and raised his eyebrows, he looked so sweet. Even though she knew perfectly well that he was not sweet at all.
She could not help but laugh out and smile.
Maybe this wont is so bad. She thought to herself.
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A few dances later, Alanna and George left the floor and elegantly made their way up to the long oak table that was placed at the front of the hall. The feast was about to start.
They sat next to the king, with some other important nobles sitting opposite them.
This evening was to celebrate, the marriage of Roald and Shinkokami. Everyone was in there finest. It was to be a magical and spectacular evening.
After the king had made his long speech about the upcoming wedding and said the blessing, they all sat down to enjoy the meal.
The food was lovely as usual.
The cooks must have spent hours trying to prepare this to satisfaction. Alanna thought to herself.
Alanna was just about to start on the green salad that she had earlier put on her plate, when she heard quite voices.
What is she doing?
Look at her, sitting there by the king. She does not deserve it.
She's a fake.
A fraud.
An impostor.
Those words had stung and Alanna looked up abruptly, to see who was saying such things.
When I find who said that, they will pay! Who care if it's on personal grounds? They have not right to day that!
George saw his wife's rage and anger.
"What's wrong love?" He asked tenderly.
"Did you hear what they said?" Alanna tried to keep her voice down.
"Hear what?" George asked confused. He had not heard anything, except the usual talk of the people around him.
"What they said!" Alanna said, trying desperately to remain calm.
George saw his wife's distress, and tried to hush her.
But Alanna did not hear the rest of what George said. She was to busy listening to what the voices where telling her.
She is nothing. She won't last. I am surprised she made it this far! Even more so that she is the King's Champion.
Maybe he was desperate. Or maybe he felt sorry for her.
How she got this far, I will never know.
Yeah, I mean look at her husband. We can all see that he does not love her. He's just using her to get more power. Once a thief: always a thief.
True. Too true.
She still does not deserve him. Her children. Her friends. She is nothing. They just pity her. They feel sorry for her.
She is useless. She could not even save her brother.
At the mention of her brother, Alanna cracked. She knew it was true. All of it. Why would they not leave her alone? Had she not been tormented enough?
Alanna jumped up and ran out of the hall. Not caring what anybody thought. Tears running freely down her face.
Everyone went silent. No one had seen the Lioness behave like that before.
George looked shocked. What had just happened? He had not seen Alanna cry in, Gods knew how long. And what were these voices? Had the stress finally gotten to her?
After he recovered from the shock, he went after her. He was followed so after by Jon, Thayet, Numair, Daine and Raoul. They all knew Alanna and wanted to know what was wrong, and if they could help.
When they reached the chambers of Alanna and George, all were surprised to find Alanna, curled up like a frightened cat. She was whispering to herself. Something about: "not being her fault." She was crying as if she had lost everything.
Jon looked grim as he ordered for someone to go and bring Baird immediately. He did not tell anyone, but he was starting to worry about Alanna. There were all worried.
As Numair left to fetch the healer, George knelt down by his broken wife and put a blanket round her thin shoulders. Then he held her tight, as if by this simple act he could banish all her worries and fears.
A/N: This is just a short fic. But plz review! Flames and comments welcome! Tell me if I should leave it here, or if I should carry on! Also if there is any one who wants to be my beta reader, plz email me, diaconianni@netlineuk.net.
Disclaimer: As usual none of these characters are mine! So don't sue!
By earthfire
"I swear to Mithros and the Goddess, that Jon does this to me on purpose! He knows I hate these prissy social functions!" Alanna raged to Raoul, who agreed wholeheartedly. He too, was known to dislike these social events.
What made Alanna really mad was that Jon had insisted, or rather ordered her to wear a dress! She fully intended to put something soft and squishy in his bed very soon.
Revenge is so sweet. Alanna thought evilly to herself. Suddenly her thoughts where interrupted by Raoul. He was speaking again.
"Come now Alanna, you should know very well that Jon really does appreciates us being here! So just smile, and be a good little King's Champion for once."
Raoul attempted to pat Alanna on the head, but had to duck just in time as Alanna swung to hit him. He just smiled sweetly and walked away.
Alanna sighed heavily and leant back against the closest wall. She really did hate this.
"Why are you hiding, my lovely Lioness? Why don't you come on out?" Alanna was surprised when she heard the soft voice of George. He was meant to be at the Swoop, sorting out some important business.
Even though Alanna was happy to see him, she turned to face him, intending to give a curt reply.
When suddenly she was swept out of her hidden hiding place and onto the crowded dance floor.
George twirled her around, and started to gracefully dance to the music. Alanna just glared at him. But when her beloved just looked at her like that, and raised his eyebrows, he looked so sweet. Even though she knew perfectly well that he was not sweet at all.
She could not help but laugh out and smile.
Maybe this wont is so bad. She thought to herself.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
A few dances later, Alanna and George left the floor and elegantly made their way up to the long oak table that was placed at the front of the hall. The feast was about to start.
They sat next to the king, with some other important nobles sitting opposite them.
This evening was to celebrate, the marriage of Roald and Shinkokami. Everyone was in there finest. It was to be a magical and spectacular evening.
After the king had made his long speech about the upcoming wedding and said the blessing, they all sat down to enjoy the meal.
The food was lovely as usual.
The cooks must have spent hours trying to prepare this to satisfaction. Alanna thought to herself.
Alanna was just about to start on the green salad that she had earlier put on her plate, when she heard quite voices.
What is she doing?
Look at her, sitting there by the king. She does not deserve it.
She's a fake.
A fraud.
An impostor.
Those words had stung and Alanna looked up abruptly, to see who was saying such things.
When I find who said that, they will pay! Who care if it's on personal grounds? They have not right to day that!
George saw his wife's rage and anger.
"What's wrong love?" He asked tenderly.
"Did you hear what they said?" Alanna tried to keep her voice down.
"Hear what?" George asked confused. He had not heard anything, except the usual talk of the people around him.
"What they said!" Alanna said, trying desperately to remain calm.
George saw his wife's distress, and tried to hush her.
But Alanna did not hear the rest of what George said. She was to busy listening to what the voices where telling her.
She is nothing. She won't last. I am surprised she made it this far! Even more so that she is the King's Champion.
Maybe he was desperate. Or maybe he felt sorry for her.
How she got this far, I will never know.
Yeah, I mean look at her husband. We can all see that he does not love her. He's just using her to get more power. Once a thief: always a thief.
True. Too true.
She still does not deserve him. Her children. Her friends. She is nothing. They just pity her. They feel sorry for her.
She is useless. She could not even save her brother.
At the mention of her brother, Alanna cracked. She knew it was true. All of it. Why would they not leave her alone? Had she not been tormented enough?
Alanna jumped up and ran out of the hall. Not caring what anybody thought. Tears running freely down her face.
Everyone went silent. No one had seen the Lioness behave like that before.
George looked shocked. What had just happened? He had not seen Alanna cry in, Gods knew how long. And what were these voices? Had the stress finally gotten to her?
After he recovered from the shock, he went after her. He was followed so after by Jon, Thayet, Numair, Daine and Raoul. They all knew Alanna and wanted to know what was wrong, and if they could help.
When they reached the chambers of Alanna and George, all were surprised to find Alanna, curled up like a frightened cat. She was whispering to herself. Something about: "not being her fault." She was crying as if she had lost everything.
Jon looked grim as he ordered for someone to go and bring Baird immediately. He did not tell anyone, but he was starting to worry about Alanna. There were all worried.
As Numair left to fetch the healer, George knelt down by his broken wife and put a blanket round her thin shoulders. Then he held her tight, as if by this simple act he could banish all her worries and fears.