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Hey guys –
Reviews -Whow! I can't believe how many reviews there's been. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou! It means so much too me. I love you all!
Anyway, what's with all the assuming this is a A/G fic – if you've read my other fic you'll see I'm inclined to Jon (as are reviews here by a small margin)–so I think it's heading that way. Sorry to all the A/G shippers - but I won't just cut George out - he will be in there, and I won't just be cruel to him. (I don't dislike George, he's a great character, but I like Jon better.)
Incidentally, I do have another Alanna fic - and I'd really appreciate it if people would read/review that too?
Also: Thankyou Aer, I'll tell Alanna no more drinking!
And now, without further ado, Chapter 2!
Chapter 2 –
Alanna stayed with George for the next week. She was quiet and subdued, still coming to terms with the situation.
George ventured into her room late one morning with breakfast balanced carefully on the tray he had taken from the maid outside the door.
He sat on the side of the bed, watching her peacefully sleeping face. He chuckled softly to himself and reached out to stroke her cheek. She stirred, and opened her eyes, smiling.
George handed the tray over.
"Good morning."
"Morning." Alanna yawned, covering her mouth with a hand.
There was a worried knock at the door.
"Come," called George. Solom poked a worried face around the door.
"Ye've got a visitor. Downstairs." George caught the tension in his voice.
"Wait here." he said to Alanna, and left the room closing the door behind him.
Alanna, never one to follow orders, waited a few minutes, moved the tray aside and ventured out into the corridor.
She crouched at the top of the stairs, listening to the conversation below.
* * *
George walked casually down the stairs and found a sullen Jonathan waiting for him by the bar.
"Jonathan." Said George.
"Why's she here?" asked Jon, furiously. "Has she come to embarrass me?" he asked, before he hurried on without waiting for an answer. "Well, you can tell that woman, that there's plenty here who do want to take my proposal seriously."
George looked stunned.
"Ye asked her…?" he asked, completely flummoxed. Jon was still fuming.
"Tell her most righteous ladyship, that I have no wish to see her. She can go back to her dessert or marry you for all I care!"
Jon walked furiously towards the door.
"Jon." George called from behind him. "I think you'd better talk to Alanna herself. Whatever happened between you two." He turned quietly and walked away, as Jon watched. He stared towards the staircase for a minute, shook his head and left.
* * *
Alanna from the second story watched Jon as he strode away through the city, her face showing that she was quite as angry as him. Tears pricked her eyes. She wiped at them angrily, hating Jonathan.
* * *
A few days later George returned from conducting certain 'business' around the city to find Alanna's room empty and Faithful asleep on her bed. He searched the Dancing Dove, worried Alanna had got herself into some sort of trouble, and arrived back in her room.
Faithful woke and stretched delicately.
"She's perfectly safe." He said, nonchalantly licking his paw. "She's gone to talk with Jonathan."
"Has she?" asked George, surprised.
"Well, she doesn't know that, or won't admit it, but she has." George looked shortly at the cat, shook his head and left. Faithful gave his paw a final lick and curled once again into a sleepy circle on the blanket.
* * *
Alanna stood outside the palace, looking up at the tallest towers and remembering her life here.
She fumed slightly inside. She was still angry with Jonathan, especially after that display this morning. It had suddenly hit her after Jonathan's visit. How dare he? He was acting like a spoilt brat, certainly not someone who could rule a country, or be fit to be the Voice. He was acting like he was the one who was wronged, and he wasn't even in awful the situation she was.
She kept telling herself that she was only going to the palace to see Myles, but she wasn't sure that was completely true.
"Of course it's true," she thought. "Why would I want to see that stuck up, difficult, infuriating, arrogant man!"
She pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head, not really wanting to be noticed by the palace population at large. She was wearing a dress, hoping it would add to her disguise. She entered through the stable yards and walked swiftly through corridors.
"If anyone does recognise me I'll give them a shock," she thought.
She heard familiar voices around the corner, and there was no doubt who it was. She heard Gary's voice and Raoul's deeper tones and looked frantically around for somewhere to hide. There was no where. She lowered her head and made as if to pass them.
"M'lady?" Gary asked, bowing. She stopped and curtsied, blushing red under her cloak, but refusing to show too much of her face.
"Can I help you? I don't believe we've had the pleasure." Said Gary. Alanna nearly laughed out loud. How many times had she seen these two use this same ploy on the court beauties? She kept her head downward.
"No, thank-you sirs," she curtsied and made to continue down the corridor. Gary and Raoul shrugged and continued. She walked slowly away, not wanting to seem too eager. Raoul suddenly paused.
"Hang on." He said. "Her voice…was awfully familiar." Gary turned to look at Alanna, who was caught looking back at them. Gary made an odd spluttering sound and Raoul turned as well.
"Alan…a?" he asked incredulously. Gary let out a great whoop and ran towards her, sweeping her up in his arms and twirling her around before kissing her firmly on the cheek. She looked up bemusedly. Raoul hung back, grinning, but looking amazed.
"Alanna." Said Gary, gasping. "I can't believe it!"
Alanna smiled, not able to help herself.
"How are you?" asked Gary.
"I'm…fine." She said, laughing. Raoul stepped forward and hugged her awkwardly.
"Alan, I mean Alanna…this is so strange." He blushed. "And…the dress, and all."
Alanna leant forward and kissed him on the cheek.
"It's still me." She whispered as she leaned back
Gary shook his head, looking at her clothing.
"It's very odd," he admitted, "And I even knew before everyone else. Anyway, we can't stand around in a corridor catching up. Come and have a drink with us."
Alanna was swept along by the two big, incredulous knights, quite unable to escape, even if she wanted to.
* * *
That's it for now - but hopefully the next chapter will be soon (I've been busy with school and other things like that that get in the way of serious fanfiction)
Please review! (Or email me, I love to hear from people) And thankyou once again to everyone who has already reviewed.
Hey guys –
Reviews -Whow! I can't believe how many reviews there's been. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou! It means so much too me. I love you all!
Anyway, what's with all the assuming this is a A/G fic – if you've read my other fic you'll see I'm inclined to Jon (as are reviews here by a small margin)–so I think it's heading that way. Sorry to all the A/G shippers - but I won't just cut George out - he will be in there, and I won't just be cruel to him. (I don't dislike George, he's a great character, but I like Jon better.)
Incidentally, I do have another Alanna fic - and I'd really appreciate it if people would read/review that too?
Also: Thankyou Aer, I'll tell Alanna no more drinking!
And now, without further ado, Chapter 2!
Chapter 2 –
Alanna stayed with George for the next week. She was quiet and subdued, still coming to terms with the situation.
George ventured into her room late one morning with breakfast balanced carefully on the tray he had taken from the maid outside the door.
He sat on the side of the bed, watching her peacefully sleeping face. He chuckled softly to himself and reached out to stroke her cheek. She stirred, and opened her eyes, smiling.
George handed the tray over.
"Good morning."
"Morning." Alanna yawned, covering her mouth with a hand.
There was a worried knock at the door.
"Come," called George. Solom poked a worried face around the door.
"Ye've got a visitor. Downstairs." George caught the tension in his voice.
"Wait here." he said to Alanna, and left the room closing the door behind him.
Alanna, never one to follow orders, waited a few minutes, moved the tray aside and ventured out into the corridor.
She crouched at the top of the stairs, listening to the conversation below.
* * *
George walked casually down the stairs and found a sullen Jonathan waiting for him by the bar.
"Jonathan." Said George.
"Why's she here?" asked Jon, furiously. "Has she come to embarrass me?" he asked, before he hurried on without waiting for an answer. "Well, you can tell that woman, that there's plenty here who do want to take my proposal seriously."
George looked stunned.
"Ye asked her…?" he asked, completely flummoxed. Jon was still fuming.
"Tell her most righteous ladyship, that I have no wish to see her. She can go back to her dessert or marry you for all I care!"
Jon walked furiously towards the door.
"Jon." George called from behind him. "I think you'd better talk to Alanna herself. Whatever happened between you two." He turned quietly and walked away, as Jon watched. He stared towards the staircase for a minute, shook his head and left.
* * *
Alanna from the second story watched Jon as he strode away through the city, her face showing that she was quite as angry as him. Tears pricked her eyes. She wiped at them angrily, hating Jonathan.
* * *
A few days later George returned from conducting certain 'business' around the city to find Alanna's room empty and Faithful asleep on her bed. He searched the Dancing Dove, worried Alanna had got herself into some sort of trouble, and arrived back in her room.
Faithful woke and stretched delicately.
"She's perfectly safe." He said, nonchalantly licking his paw. "She's gone to talk with Jonathan."
"Has she?" asked George, surprised.
"Well, she doesn't know that, or won't admit it, but she has." George looked shortly at the cat, shook his head and left. Faithful gave his paw a final lick and curled once again into a sleepy circle on the blanket.
* * *
Alanna stood outside the palace, looking up at the tallest towers and remembering her life here.
She fumed slightly inside. She was still angry with Jonathan, especially after that display this morning. It had suddenly hit her after Jonathan's visit. How dare he? He was acting like a spoilt brat, certainly not someone who could rule a country, or be fit to be the Voice. He was acting like he was the one who was wronged, and he wasn't even in awful the situation she was.
She kept telling herself that she was only going to the palace to see Myles, but she wasn't sure that was completely true.
"Of course it's true," she thought. "Why would I want to see that stuck up, difficult, infuriating, arrogant man!"
She pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head, not really wanting to be noticed by the palace population at large. She was wearing a dress, hoping it would add to her disguise. She entered through the stable yards and walked swiftly through corridors.
"If anyone does recognise me I'll give them a shock," she thought.
She heard familiar voices around the corner, and there was no doubt who it was. She heard Gary's voice and Raoul's deeper tones and looked frantically around for somewhere to hide. There was no where. She lowered her head and made as if to pass them.
"M'lady?" Gary asked, bowing. She stopped and curtsied, blushing red under her cloak, but refusing to show too much of her face.
"Can I help you? I don't believe we've had the pleasure." Said Gary. Alanna nearly laughed out loud. How many times had she seen these two use this same ploy on the court beauties? She kept her head downward.
"No, thank-you sirs," she curtsied and made to continue down the corridor. Gary and Raoul shrugged and continued. She walked slowly away, not wanting to seem too eager. Raoul suddenly paused.
"Hang on." He said. "Her voice…was awfully familiar." Gary turned to look at Alanna, who was caught looking back at them. Gary made an odd spluttering sound and Raoul turned as well.
"Alan…a?" he asked incredulously. Gary let out a great whoop and ran towards her, sweeping her up in his arms and twirling her around before kissing her firmly on the cheek. She looked up bemusedly. Raoul hung back, grinning, but looking amazed.
"Alanna." Said Gary, gasping. "I can't believe it!"
Alanna smiled, not able to help herself.
"How are you?" asked Gary.
"I'm…fine." She said, laughing. Raoul stepped forward and hugged her awkwardly.
"Alan, I mean Alanna…this is so strange." He blushed. "And…the dress, and all."
Alanna leant forward and kissed him on the cheek.
"It's still me." She whispered as she leaned back
Gary shook his head, looking at her clothing.
"It's very odd," he admitted, "And I even knew before everyone else. Anyway, we can't stand around in a corridor catching up. Come and have a drink with us."
Alanna was swept along by the two big, incredulous knights, quite unable to escape, even if she wanted to.
* * *
That's it for now - but hopefully the next chapter will be soon (I've been busy with school and other things like that that get in the way of serious fanfiction)
Please review! (Or email me, I love to hear from people) And thankyou once again to everyone who has already reviewed.