I'd like to apologize to Madeline, I didn't mean to use your story line. The fact is, I've had this idea in my head for forever, and when I read your story, I realized it probably was a good idea. If you're offended, I'm sorry. You have good friends who stick up for you. But, this idea I have had for awhile ever since I've visited Tara's website which was way before I've ever heard of ff.net. So, once again I apologize. Also, this story is nothing like Madeline's, it just starts out the same. I have a totally different idea, and a totallly different romance. So thank you Maid of the Mystics, you made me feel better. As for Keladry and Shannon, I apologize, but I thinkyou guys should too. AS the maid said, the idea is NOT copyrighted.

Here's the third part. Thanks to those wonderful people who reviewed! Hint, hint, all of those who didn't and want to be considered wonderful by moi. This is really fun to write. Please review with suggestions, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism(all you people who decided that I copied that idea), and stuff like that. I'd appreciate it. But anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I'd love to own these characters, especially Faithful, but I don't. I only own this miserable plot that is getting to be more and more fluffy!

"Hello, Jon!" said Gary cheerfully. "Lady Aria, this is Prince Jonathan."

Alanna met Jon's eyes fearfully, remembering how he had seen through her disguise before. She gave a clumsy curtsy and stood back up. "It's is a pleasure to meet you, my prince," she said, in somewhat of a smothered way.

Jon gazed into Alanna's eyes. He grabbed Alanna's hand and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Lady Al-, I mean Aria."

"Oh no, he knows," Alanna thought to herself.

"So, Jon, what are you doing in the bushes?" Gary asked.

"Oh, I decided to take a walk. The air is so nice tonight," he replied, observing Alanna out of the corner of his eye. Alanna unconsciously backed away. Was that desire she saw in his eyes?

"Oh. Lady Aria and I were just taking a walk ourselves," Gary responded.

"Yes, well, do you mind if I talk to the fair lady for awhile?" Jonathan asked. "You've done enough flirting for one day."

Gary, looking slightly put out, had to acquiesce. "He is the prince," he thought to himself. Turning back to Alanna, he said, "It was a pleasure to talk to you, lady Aria. I am sure we will meet again." He took her hand and kissed it, his lips lingering for a moment longer than they should have.

Alanna blushed furiously. "My, this is fun," the little voice blurted out from the back of her head.

"No, I can't be attracted to Gary!" she thought. She didn't make any move to pull her hand away, however.

Jonathan, noticing this, grabbed Alanna's elbow. "Come, Lady Aria, let me show you the palace grounds." As he dragged her away, Alanna looked back at Gary, until he was out of sight. When he turned back to face Jonathan, he hissed, "What are you doing, flirting with Gary?"

Alanna's temper flared. "I can flirt with whoever I want. You're not my mother!"

"I am your prince."

"Jon, I do believe you're jealous," Alanna responded, teasing him.

Jon sensed this and calmed down. "I am not jealous. However, I do believe it is unfair that you are leading Gary on. He'll never see Lady Aria again!"

Alanna snorted. "I can't believe I came up with the name Aria!"

"Neither can I," Jon replied, nonchalantly placing his arm around Alanna's shoulder.

After debating with herself for a few minutes, Alanna chose to ignore the arm. "I want to go to sleep, Jon."

"So do I," Jon replied, pulling Alanna in closer while his hand traveled down Alanna's dress. It soon reached the bodice and lace that held the front of the dress together.

"I mean now, Jon," Alanna demanded. She was starting to panic. "Should I let him go on like this, as not to change the past?"

"Don't forget the whole point of this experiment is to change the past. Tell him to get off you now!"

"I don't believe it. You don't care when Gary flirts with me," she argued.

Jon, oblivious to the disagreement taking place within Alanna's head, started fumbling with the lace, and finding it very hard, considering he was only using one hand.

"Jon, what are you doing?!" Alanna cried, her voice a note higher.

"I think you know, Alanna. You can't deny the signs that surely want us to be together," Jon replied.

Alanna pulled away. "I don't give a damn about signs! I don't want us to be together. I have enough complications in my life already without going to bed with my Prince!"

Jon, looking hurt, replied, "Alanna, I want to be with you. Please just consider."

Alanna cocked her head. "No!" she responded, after thinking for a few seconds.

"All right, Alanna. I don't want to rush you," Jonathan sighed. "Come, let's go to bed."

"Okay," Alanna replied, calming down, now that all danger was gone.

Lying in bed alone that night, Alanna never felt more lonely. She was stroking Faithful, and thinking about Jon, she absentmindedly ruffled his fur the wrong way.

"Do watch what you're doing!" Faithful yowled. "Stop acting like a lovesick puppy and get your head on straight."

"Should I go to Jon?" Alanna asked, tears filling her eyes.

"No, you have me. So you aren't lonely. Besides, tomorrow you'll see all your friends, including Gary."

Alanna blushed at the thought of Gary. She hadn't forgotten how handsome he had looked in the moonlight. "He's even more handsome than Jon and George," she murmured.

"Of course I am," Faithful replied. "Now go to sleep!" Alanna curled up, and soon was fast asleep, dreaming about strong-jawed men.

There ya go. Chapter 3 done. Chapter 4 should be up soon, but spring break is over, so I don't know. Plus i'm a little depressed from all those other reviews I got. Nice onces shoudl help, though :) Tata!
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