A funny chapter, fluffy! I'm adding a little song, sung to the"Lord of the Dance" tune!
Fluff, fluff, wherever it may be
I am the lord of the fluff said she
And I'll let you read, wherever it may be
And I'll let you read all this fluff with me!
"I will NOT wear that!" protested Alanna, having seen the dress that they expected her to wear at her wedding. It had been two months since she found out about Moonlight's foal, and the wedding was approaching fast. It was to be held in one week. Alanna had clearly said "No lace!" to the seamstress who was to be designing her dress, but apparently doilies were not considered lace, as that was the main material for this dress. Thayet had told her that it was to late to make a new one, but Alanna had formulated a plan. But she would have to wait until nightfall to begin...
Alanna lay awake next to George. She gingerly wiggled out from between the covers, making sure that George remained asleep. She glanced back at she left the room, saw him with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling, and decided that she was safe. She left the room.
But Alanna had misjudged the ex-king of the Rogue's ability. As soon as she closed the door, he opened one eye, saw that she was gone, and leaped out of bed to commence following her.
Alanna reached the place where the dress was being kept and created a magical light to let her see. Smiling grimly, she began to execute her plan.
Meanwhile, George had run into an encounter with a palace cat who apparently did not enjoy being stepped on. By the time he reached the room where Alanna was, his betrothed was using scissors for something. He leaned a bit inside, to see what she was doing and began to smile to himself.
Alanna was cutting up her wedding gown, knowing that if they made another one, they would not have enough time to create the lace nightmare that they had created.
George snuck up behind Alanna. In one swift motion, he grasped her in his arms. Alanna gave a little shriek, then saw that it was George.
"What are you doing here?" asked Alanna in a fierce whisper.
"I couldn't stay away from your beauty," replied George, beginning to leave a trail of kisses up her neck.
Alanna smiled and turned to kiss him, then sobered. "George, do you think that when I marry you, people will expect me to be like that dress... all girly and frilly, and unpractical?"
"Well, they might expect that, but since when have you done anything that people expect?"
"You know, George, that's why I love you. You can always remind me of who I am, and you never try to change me," whispered Alanna, reaching up on her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck.
"And I love you, because you can love a crooked old thief like m..." George was cut off by Alanna's mouth. He pulled away, looked at her, and jerked his head toward the hallway. She nodded at him, and whispered "Ready, get set, go!" they raced off toward their bedchamber, where they indulged in the only activity that they like better than competing.
