Another OneShot. Alanna and George+ the terrible twosome.
"But Ma, you don't have to go!" Screamed Aly as she clung to her mothers leg. Alanna was going back to Chorus to help prepare other knights to go to the Scanra border.
"Aly, I have to, it's my job." Alanna said patiently, nearly losing her temper.
"It's also your job to stay here!" Screamed Aly, she let go of her mothers leg and stormed off to the nursery.
Alanna sighed, she wished she could stay and watch her children grow up, it was her job as a mother, but it was also her job to protect Tortal. She walked to her and Georges room.
"What's wrong Lass?" George asked from his desk. His hazel eyes searching her own violet ones.
"Aly, she's upset again." She said. George got up and walked over to her, she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'll talk to her." He said. Wrapping his arms around her and gave her a tight hug.
"No, I should, I need to explain a few things to her. It's so hard George!" She confided to him.
"No one said the life of a Lioness was going to be easy, especially when she's a mother and the Champion to boot."
"You're right George, how is it that you know so much more about these things then I do?" she asked him.
"Observing mostly, not much else for me do."
"Ha, George you know as well as I do that is a lie. You haveā¦.a lot on your hands." She said and kissed his cheek. "I'll go talk to Aly."
In the Nursery.
"Aly? Dear wake up." Aly opened her big hazel eyes, and looked at her mother.
"Ma? What'ta doin here?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Aly I think we need to talk about a few things." She picked up her daughter and held her tight.
"Were we going Ma." Aly asked.
"I'm gonna show you something." She walked down to a dark corridor and lit the candles with her gift, years ago she would have been scared to even try something as simple as lighting a candle.
The candle illuminated a golden frame, two people where shown in the painting, a women with long golden hair, a small delicate nose, and violet eyes. The man had bright red hair and a clean cut beard and a hard and sensual mouth. The women was sitting down with the mans hand on her shoulder, she was smiling up at him, her hand was over her somewhat protruding stomach.
"Who's that?" Aly asked. Alanna smiled and looked down at her daughter.
"Those are my parents." Alanna said, "we moved this painting from my old home of Trebond a year before you were born."
"I thought grandpa Miles was your da."
"He is, he adopted me when my I had no more family to support me. Miles, was more of a father than my birth father was, but I can't begrudge him, my father lost apart of himself when my mother died giving birth to me and my twin brother Thom, whom your brother is named after."
"Why'd she die?" Aly asked her voice had gone small.
"I'm not sure, I guess she wasn't strong enough, Coram tells me that she couldn't wait to have kids. And my father was so happy that he was going to be a father."
"Why'd he change his mind? Was he scared?"
"No, well yes I guess, he changed his mind when she died. He was lost without her. Maud told me everyday since I was just a child, that I was the spitting image of my mother, but had my fathers hair."
"Oh."
"Aly, I brought you here to tell you, that I may not have had great parents, my father resented me, and I didn't know my mother, but I want you to know that you do know me, and your father loves you. I may not be around all the time but that doesn't mean I don't love you any less." Alanna hugged Aly and kissed her cheek.
"I'm sorry Ma." Aly yawned and snuggled into her mothers open arms.
