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Interrogations
Jon's POV
"Mithros! What are you doing here?" Alanna's voice came right as Jon stepped in.
"Well, I-"he started but she ran the opposite direction. "What in the name of Mithros is going on?" he whispered.
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Alanna grabbed the man and practically threw him onto the nearest empty bed. "What in Mithros' name where you doing Sean?" She hissed.
He was covered in blood. There were small and large cut up and down his body. His clothes were stained with blood. A particularly nasty cut had been made across his belly where it was healing sloppily. There were quite a few bruises where she could see and probably more where she couldn't see. It looked as if he had been struck or trampled by a warhorse.
"Don't answer that question just yet." Alanna told him. She placed glowing purple hands on his forehead. She had just put him into a magicked sleep.
Alanna stood up to fetch some water and wash cloths among other things. She it all down on a stood next to Sean's bed and sat down again. "Alright Sean, lets get started on this mess. Goddess help me do this the right way." Alanna of Trebond rubbed Gift sodden hand together and started on healing.
Jon's POV
There was a person standing in the opposite doorway. A man, Jon realized. When Alanna reached him, she grabbed his arm and flung him onto a nearby bed. She whispered something to him. Lovers, Hon said to himself, I should have known she had one. He rolled his eyes, but when they reached Alanna again her hand were glowing and the man was asleep.
Alanna got up and collected healing things; water, towels, etc. What is she doing? Wondered Jon. She sat down again, whispered something, and placed her hands on the man's stomach. Jon watched the process go on for about fifteen minutes before getting up and looking around. Once he had explored the entire infirmary he went back to Alanna and found her still healing the other man, but now the chief healer was watching her. Jonathon of Conte fell asleep watching Alanna.
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Some one was watching her, Alanna knew it. Oh well, she thought, let them watch as long as they leave me alone. The girl was deep into her magic and didn't want to be disturbed. Her brow was soaked with sweat when she opened her eyes. Alanna looked Sean over; all of the larger cuts and bruises were healed. I'll do the smaller once later, she thought, right now, I'm starved.
A hand gripped Alanna's shoulder. She spun around. "Just me," said the Duke. "Why didn't you ask me to help?" He inquired.
Alanna looked down and blushed. "You looked deep into doing something else. Besides, I know this man." She explained.
The duke raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He said mildly.
"Oh no! Not like that!" she sad rubbing the back of her neck. "He's a friend I met in town, that's all, nothing more." Alanna said rather embarrassed.
"Whether a friend, or more than, its time for lunch. I'll tell the priestess in charge of your next class that will not be attending, because you are need here." Etaro said. "And you might want to wake our sleeping prince." He told her laughing.
Alanna looked over and laughed too. "Thank you. And of course." As Alanna walked over she regained her manners. "Excuse me? You're Majesty?" She shook his shoulder lightly.
Jon opened his eyes to see a pair of violet eyes awfully close to his own sapphire ones. He started and jumped up. "Yes?" He said rubbing dirt off of his backside.
She curtsied, "I thought that your Majesty would like to know that it is time for lunch."
"Thank you very much Lady Alanna. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the dinning hall?" he offered an arm. Alanna took it.
They started walking when Alanna suddenly froze; accompany the prince in a blood stained dress? A broad grin crossed Alanna's face. The Mother would send her back to change.
"Is there something amusing?"
"No Majesty, nothing at all." She replied.
Once they had reached the dinning hall Alanna realized her mistake. She couldn't give the prince a bad impression by being sent back to her rooms like a young child. "Excuse me Prince Jonathon, I need to change my dress. I will see you at lunch." She told him.
"Of course." He replied.
Alanna walked to her rooms quickly. She was very hungry from healing all morning. When she walked in she immediately stripped off her current dress and pulled on a pale yellow one. She washed her face and hand and set off at a jog back to lunch.
Alanna walked into the hall to find Camille talking to the Prince and looking rather nervous. Alanna wanted to talk to Camille; however she preferred to stay away from the prince with everyone, especially Delia, around. In the end Alanna decided to sit with the prince and Camille.
"Good afternoon Camille." Alanna said sitting down.
"Hi Alanna." Camille replied back.
The prince nodded, "My Lady."
"I was telling Prince Jonathon about what we do at the convent." Camille informed Alanna.
"And I was telling her about the Palace." Jonathon added.
"Oh,"Alanna said. "Don't mind me then. However I would like to talk to you when you finish Camille."
"Well, I don't have anything else to say." Camille looked at the prince.
"Nor do I." he said.
Alanna shot a glance at the prince and then looked at Camille. She gave a small nod. Alanna raised her eyebrows. Jonathon was confused by this silent exchange. Alanna leaned closer, determined that no one else should hear. "Today during my lessons with Duke Etaro Sean came in, and he was in very bad condition." Alanna said gravely.
So that's who it was, but who is Sean? Jonathon thought to himself.
"I was surprised that he could walk. He had bruises all over him; it looked as if a horse had struck him. And maybe a few swords and daggers as well."
Camille looked surprised. "What happened?" she sounded genuinely concerned.
"I don't know," Alanna told her. "I put him to sleep before he could really say anything." She blushed. "I spent the rest of the time healing him." A grin flashed across her face. "And he fell asleep. I didn't know I was that boring." Alanna said dramatically.
Camille giggled.
"Once is over I am going to go back and talk to Sean." She told her friend.
"Wait, can some one tell me who this Sean is?" Jonathon inquired.
"He is a friend of mine from the city." Alanna told him. Alanna looked at Camille, she shook her head. She wouldn't tell him about who he really was.
"Oh, is he now?" Now he sounded interested.
"Uh, why does everyone assume that? We are just friends! He is not my lover!" Alanna felt herself going red. "I'm no slut like Delia. I don't bed every man I see just because he is a male!"
"Um, Alanna. He was just joking, weren't you Jonathon?" Camille attempted to calm her down.
"Yah, I was just joking." He agreed a little uncertainly.
"Ok, sorry. I'm going to go check out what happened to Sean." She got up and walked out of the hall. Once she was outside she realized her mistake, she hadn't eaten at all. Alanna groaned, she couldn't go back in now, begging food from the infirmary was her best bet.
"Sorry about that." Camille apologized. "Alanna tends to lose her temper, and that might just have done it if it continued."
"What does the man you were talking about, Sean, look like? I am just curious." He asked.
Camille thought for a minute. "Well," she said. "He is pretty tall, highly muscular. He's got hair like fire, reddish-orange and bright green eyes." She said trying not to sound like she found him attractive.
"I bet he has lots of lady-friends." Jon said.
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen him for a while though. But he is really nice; he even taught Alanna-"Camille immediately stopped herself when she realized what she had just said.
"What did he teach her?" Jonathon inquired. This man sounded a lot like a thief that they had encountered on their ride to the convent.
Camille's mind was racing. What am I suppose to say? Alanna will kill me if I tell him. But what could a commoner teach her? She bit her lower lip. "Nothing, she went because I don't know. I only followed her because I'm her friend." Camille was babbling. "I have to go now." She said and gathered up her skirts and walked out of the dinning hall and then ran to the infirmary to tell Alanna what happened.
"I have to go now." She picked up her skirts and ran.
What? Jonathon thought. What did I do? Oh, goddess I hope I didn't offend her too. I am in so much trouble. Jonathon was now alone at the table. Delia of Eldorn noticed this immediately, walked over and proceeded to sit down.
"I am sorry if those two girls have offended you in anyway my prince." Delia said sweetly.
Since when have I been your prince? Aloud he said, "No. No they didn't. It's quite alright. Thank you though for coming over and talking to me."
"Oh it is my pleasure Your Highness." Delia was sweet talking him now.
"I think that I should go, Lady Delia. Please excuse me." He said getting up.
"Would you like me to escort you to your rooms?" she asked.
"No, that's quite alright." He seemed a little dazed. Jon got up and walked out and down the hall without realizing where he was going. Suddenly he was at his room. Jonathon walked inside and sat down on his bed with his head in his hands.
If only I could talk to Thom, or Gary, or anybody from the palace! What did I do wrong? Things were going great at first. Then Alanna storms off because of something I said. Only a few minutes after that Camille practically runs from me? Do I have a disease? What is wrong? Thom, I am going to kill him. He could have said he had a sister. I should have known he would have lied. But why would he? What did I do to offend her? When am I leaving? Two days. I still have to pick another girl. Kayoko. She seemed good enough. Pretty, relatively smart. She was older than the other two. Sixteen. How old am I? Thoughts rushed into his head. Jon stood up and kicked over a chair. Anger, no that's not it, I'm not angry. Confused? Definitely. Scared? No, I'm not scared. Happy? No, wait, yes. I don't know.
Mad. That is what I am. Mad. Completely insane, he decided. He walked to a corner of his room, sat down, and fell asleep.
Ok, I have no idea what the heck that was about. I sorta scared myself writing that last part. Jon went a little, how should I say it? Mad, crazy, insane. Whatever you like. A lot of this chapter was changed from the original version. Lots like a ton. Almost the whole thing. Well, I hope you like. And if not. Oh well. I know that Jon was a little OOC. Ok, maybe a lot. R&R. I know I am sooooo hypocritical.
Yamani: I am sorry. I wanted to have a real cliffy though.
Mage Light: This one took even longer. I am ashamed of myself!
DestinyHunter: I failed! I didn't update soon enough for me. Thanx.
Kore Yan: I am awful!! Forgive me? You saw.
MistyFox14: Again, I have failed miserably!
Monu: thanx. You are all making me feel so horrible!
Squire-Ron/ja: Thanx, and I really don't know either. I am so awful!
Imogenhm: I failed you. I didn't update soon at all. A month. How bad is that? Absolutely horrible!
I feel so horrible! And you guys are still so nice to me! Watch, your going to turn on me. And I totally deserve it! Completely! Right now my ego is about this hold finger so they almost touch big. And that's how big it should be. I am not begging for sympathy or whatever you think. I just feel so bad about making you wait this long! Sigh I hope you'll all forgive me.
Interrogations
Jon's POV
"Mithros! What are you doing here?" Alanna's voice came right as Jon stepped in.
"Well, I-"he started but she ran the opposite direction. "What in the name of Mithros is going on?" he whispered.
normal
Alanna grabbed the man and practically threw him onto the nearest empty bed. "What in Mithros' name where you doing Sean?" She hissed.
He was covered in blood. There were small and large cut up and down his body. His clothes were stained with blood. A particularly nasty cut had been made across his belly where it was healing sloppily. There were quite a few bruises where she could see and probably more where she couldn't see. It looked as if he had been struck or trampled by a warhorse.
"Don't answer that question just yet." Alanna told him. She placed glowing purple hands on his forehead. She had just put him into a magicked sleep.
Alanna stood up to fetch some water and wash cloths among other things. She it all down on a stood next to Sean's bed and sat down again. "Alright Sean, lets get started on this mess. Goddess help me do this the right way." Alanna of Trebond rubbed Gift sodden hand together and started on healing.
Jon's POV
There was a person standing in the opposite doorway. A man, Jon realized. When Alanna reached him, she grabbed his arm and flung him onto a nearby bed. She whispered something to him. Lovers, Hon said to himself, I should have known she had one. He rolled his eyes, but when they reached Alanna again her hand were glowing and the man was asleep.
Alanna got up and collected healing things; water, towels, etc. What is she doing? Wondered Jon. She sat down again, whispered something, and placed her hands on the man's stomach. Jon watched the process go on for about fifteen minutes before getting up and looking around. Once he had explored the entire infirmary he went back to Alanna and found her still healing the other man, but now the chief healer was watching her. Jonathon of Conte fell asleep watching Alanna.
Normal
Some one was watching her, Alanna knew it. Oh well, she thought, let them watch as long as they leave me alone. The girl was deep into her magic and didn't want to be disturbed. Her brow was soaked with sweat when she opened her eyes. Alanna looked Sean over; all of the larger cuts and bruises were healed. I'll do the smaller once later, she thought, right now, I'm starved.
A hand gripped Alanna's shoulder. She spun around. "Just me," said the Duke. "Why didn't you ask me to help?" He inquired.
Alanna looked down and blushed. "You looked deep into doing something else. Besides, I know this man." She explained.
The duke raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He said mildly.
"Oh no! Not like that!" she sad rubbing the back of her neck. "He's a friend I met in town, that's all, nothing more." Alanna said rather embarrassed.
"Whether a friend, or more than, its time for lunch. I'll tell the priestess in charge of your next class that will not be attending, because you are need here." Etaro said. "And you might want to wake our sleeping prince." He told her laughing.
Alanna looked over and laughed too. "Thank you. And of course." As Alanna walked over she regained her manners. "Excuse me? You're Majesty?" She shook his shoulder lightly.
Jon opened his eyes to see a pair of violet eyes awfully close to his own sapphire ones. He started and jumped up. "Yes?" He said rubbing dirt off of his backside.
She curtsied, "I thought that your Majesty would like to know that it is time for lunch."
"Thank you very much Lady Alanna. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the dinning hall?" he offered an arm. Alanna took it.
They started walking when Alanna suddenly froze; accompany the prince in a blood stained dress? A broad grin crossed Alanna's face. The Mother would send her back to change.
"Is there something amusing?"
"No Majesty, nothing at all." She replied.
Once they had reached the dinning hall Alanna realized her mistake. She couldn't give the prince a bad impression by being sent back to her rooms like a young child. "Excuse me Prince Jonathon, I need to change my dress. I will see you at lunch." She told him.
"Of course." He replied.
Alanna walked to her rooms quickly. She was very hungry from healing all morning. When she walked in she immediately stripped off her current dress and pulled on a pale yellow one. She washed her face and hand and set off at a jog back to lunch.
Alanna walked into the hall to find Camille talking to the Prince and looking rather nervous. Alanna wanted to talk to Camille; however she preferred to stay away from the prince with everyone, especially Delia, around. In the end Alanna decided to sit with the prince and Camille.
"Good afternoon Camille." Alanna said sitting down.
"Hi Alanna." Camille replied back.
The prince nodded, "My Lady."
"I was telling Prince Jonathon about what we do at the convent." Camille informed Alanna.
"And I was telling her about the Palace." Jonathon added.
"Oh,"Alanna said. "Don't mind me then. However I would like to talk to you when you finish Camille."
"Well, I don't have anything else to say." Camille looked at the prince.
"Nor do I." he said.
Alanna shot a glance at the prince and then looked at Camille. She gave a small nod. Alanna raised her eyebrows. Jonathon was confused by this silent exchange. Alanna leaned closer, determined that no one else should hear. "Today during my lessons with Duke Etaro Sean came in, and he was in very bad condition." Alanna said gravely.
So that's who it was, but who is Sean? Jonathon thought to himself.
"I was surprised that he could walk. He had bruises all over him; it looked as if a horse had struck him. And maybe a few swords and daggers as well."
Camille looked surprised. "What happened?" she sounded genuinely concerned.
"I don't know," Alanna told her. "I put him to sleep before he could really say anything." She blushed. "I spent the rest of the time healing him." A grin flashed across her face. "And he fell asleep. I didn't know I was that boring." Alanna said dramatically.
Camille giggled.
"Once is over I am going to go back and talk to Sean." She told her friend.
"Wait, can some one tell me who this Sean is?" Jonathon inquired.
"He is a friend of mine from the city." Alanna told him. Alanna looked at Camille, she shook her head. She wouldn't tell him about who he really was.
"Oh, is he now?" Now he sounded interested.
"Uh, why does everyone assume that? We are just friends! He is not my lover!" Alanna felt herself going red. "I'm no slut like Delia. I don't bed every man I see just because he is a male!"
"Um, Alanna. He was just joking, weren't you Jonathon?" Camille attempted to calm her down.
"Yah, I was just joking." He agreed a little uncertainly.
"Ok, sorry. I'm going to go check out what happened to Sean." She got up and walked out of the hall. Once she was outside she realized her mistake, she hadn't eaten at all. Alanna groaned, she couldn't go back in now, begging food from the infirmary was her best bet.
"Sorry about that." Camille apologized. "Alanna tends to lose her temper, and that might just have done it if it continued."
"What does the man you were talking about, Sean, look like? I am just curious." He asked.
Camille thought for a minute. "Well," she said. "He is pretty tall, highly muscular. He's got hair like fire, reddish-orange and bright green eyes." She said trying not to sound like she found him attractive.
"I bet he has lots of lady-friends." Jon said.
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen him for a while though. But he is really nice; he even taught Alanna-"Camille immediately stopped herself when she realized what she had just said.
"What did he teach her?" Jonathon inquired. This man sounded a lot like a thief that they had encountered on their ride to the convent.
Camille's mind was racing. What am I suppose to say? Alanna will kill me if I tell him. But what could a commoner teach her? She bit her lower lip. "Nothing, she went because I don't know. I only followed her because I'm her friend." Camille was babbling. "I have to go now." She said and gathered up her skirts and walked out of the dinning hall and then ran to the infirmary to tell Alanna what happened.
"I have to go now." She picked up her skirts and ran.
What? Jonathon thought. What did I do? Oh, goddess I hope I didn't offend her too. I am in so much trouble. Jonathon was now alone at the table. Delia of Eldorn noticed this immediately, walked over and proceeded to sit down.
"I am sorry if those two girls have offended you in anyway my prince." Delia said sweetly.
Since when have I been your prince? Aloud he said, "No. No they didn't. It's quite alright. Thank you though for coming over and talking to me."
"Oh it is my pleasure Your Highness." Delia was sweet talking him now.
"I think that I should go, Lady Delia. Please excuse me." He said getting up.
"Would you like me to escort you to your rooms?" she asked.
"No, that's quite alright." He seemed a little dazed. Jon got up and walked out and down the hall without realizing where he was going. Suddenly he was at his room. Jonathon walked inside and sat down on his bed with his head in his hands.
If only I could talk to Thom, or Gary, or anybody from the palace! What did I do wrong? Things were going great at first. Then Alanna storms off because of something I said. Only a few minutes after that Camille practically runs from me? Do I have a disease? What is wrong? Thom, I am going to kill him. He could have said he had a sister. I should have known he would have lied. But why would he? What did I do to offend her? When am I leaving? Two days. I still have to pick another girl. Kayoko. She seemed good enough. Pretty, relatively smart. She was older than the other two. Sixteen. How old am I? Thoughts rushed into his head. Jon stood up and kicked over a chair. Anger, no that's not it, I'm not angry. Confused? Definitely. Scared? No, I'm not scared. Happy? No, wait, yes. I don't know.
Mad. That is what I am. Mad. Completely insane, he decided. He walked to a corner of his room, sat down, and fell asleep.
Ok, I have no idea what the heck that was about. I sorta scared myself writing that last part. Jon went a little, how should I say it? Mad, crazy, insane. Whatever you like. A lot of this chapter was changed from the original version. Lots like a ton. Almost the whole thing. Well, I hope you like. And if not. Oh well. I know that Jon was a little OOC. Ok, maybe a lot. R&R. I know I am sooooo hypocritical.
Yamani: I am sorry. I wanted to have a real cliffy though.
Mage Light: This one took even longer. I am ashamed of myself!
DestinyHunter: I failed! I didn't update soon enough for me. Thanx.
Kore Yan: I am awful!! Forgive me? You saw.
MistyFox14: Again, I have failed miserably!
Monu: thanx. You are all making me feel so horrible!
Squire-Ron/ja: Thanx, and I really don't know either. I am so awful!
Imogenhm: I failed you. I didn't update soon at all. A month. How bad is that? Absolutely horrible!
I feel so horrible! And you guys are still so nice to me! Watch, your going to turn on me. And I totally deserve it! Completely! Right now my ego is about this hold finger so they almost touch big. And that's how big it should be. I am not begging for sympathy or whatever you think. I just feel so bad about making you wait this long! Sigh I hope you'll all forgive me.
