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Your stare was holding Torn armor Skin was showing Hot night
Wind was blowing Where you think you're going Voice of the Tribes? Hey I just met you And this is crazy But your my knight master
So call me maybe It's hard to look right at you baby But you're my knight master
So court me maybe
Alanna settled into the Tribe well and was well respected. Her apprentices mastered their craft, and now, Jon was here. He was selected to be the Voice of the Tribes. She knew all the miles apart couldn't snuff out their feelings for each other completely, but she tried. And often enough over the time he spent there, they gave into their passion.
"Alanna, I have to go out and be a part of the nightly joining of voices; you know that's my job."
"Can't you stay in here with me?" She pinned him down and began kissing him.
"Believe me, I'd love to stay, but I have to do this, and so do you. But if you come home with me, we can continue this."
"Jon, you know I can't be Queen. I just can't! I get restless too easily, and political functions bore me. "
"Alanna, I won't take no for an answer!"
"You're going to have to accept it!" She yelled. He walked out the tent flap. She didn't join them that night and discretely moved her belongings into Georges' tent.