Alright
folks this is chap3. Personally I think
it sux and is too short, but you tell me. Enjoy.
What had Jon been playing? And was it just her, or did George's hands
seem to linger on her waist when they had switched? She couldn't help but notice how extremely handsome and gallant
Jon had looked in his blue uniform. Or
how cute and mischievous George had looked in his court attire. How his hazel eye had seemed to grow
brighter had seemed to grow brighter when he saw her. Actually, she thought. Unless I'm mistaken, Jon's seemed to do the same...
Alanna raised a fist and hit herself
soundly on the head. I have to stop
thinking like this! She thought as she rubbed her sore head. She got up from her position on the floor,
and walked to her dresser. She
absent-mindedly took out her nightgown and slipped it on over her dress. She walked over to her bed and lay
down. As soon as she did so, the
nightdress seemed to get rather lumpy. Looking down, Alanna saw sheepishly that she still had her dress on.
She tore off her dress and put on the
night one. Just as it had slipped over
her head, a light knock sounded on the door. As she was in such a hurry, she yanked on the bottom succeeding in
nothing but getting it stuck on her head. She groped her way to the door and searched for the handle. Finding it, she opened the door and by way
of greeting, "Would you mind giving me a hand here?" She heard a familiar laugh, and as she tried
to place it, the nightdress was pulled down and revealed to her horrific
surprise, Prince Jonathan.
Alanna stood staring at him in great
astonishment. She didn't realize her
mouth was open until Jon, softly chuckling, reached out and closed it gently
for her. .
"Wha? Jon what are you doing here?" she asked dreading the answer.
"I came to see you."
"Why did you want to see me?"
"Because I wanted to talk to you
Alanna."
What do you need to talk to me
about?"
May I come in? I'll tell you then."
"Oh. OH! Of course! Please come in." Jon laughed again and stepped into the warm,
lighted room.
"Alanna I think you know perfectly
well what I am her to talk about."
"I haven't the faintest idea,"
Alanna murmured, her voice shaking. Jon
fixed his bright blue eyes on her deep purple.
"Alanna don't try to tell me that you
didn't feel the energy between us tonight."
"I felt no such thing."
"Alanna, you are fighting what must
be."
"Have you appointed yourself my
keeper and caretaker?"
"If that's what I have to be to make
you see, then yes."
"Make me see what?" Alanna's temper was coming back in full
swing.
"That we were meant to be together,
Alanna. Surely you realize that."
"I realize no such thing. You are crazy to think such a thing."
"Am I?"
"Yes," she said firmly. "Now I suggest you remove yourself from
my chambers, as I am getting ready for bed."
"Would you like me to accompany
you?"
"NO!"
"In that case, goodnight Lady
Alanna."
"Goodnight Prince
Jonathan." Jon wined at the sound
of his full title coming from her. He
got up from his chair by the fire and walked slowly towards the door. He reached out to turn the handle and looked
back at her one last time. He then
shook his head sadly and walked out closing the door quietly behind him.
As Alanna watched the door, her eyes grew
watery and her lips trembled. Though
she willed herself not to cry, a long low son emerged from her lips. She slumped in her chair and let the tears
come.
Without even thinking about what she was
doing, she grabbed her cloak from where it hung and slipped it on over her
nightgown.
She dashed out of her rooms and fled down
to the stables and quickly mounted her horse. Kicking the horse as hard as she could, she let out a wild scream and
set off toward Chorus. The stable
hand came rushing down the hayloft ladder where he had been dozing. Blinking sleepily and seeing nothing, he
headed back to his much-wanted nap.
Alanna let her mount run until it stopped
at the only place she very really went, The Dancing Dove. Rushing inside, she was greeted by loud
laughs and catcalls. She only then
realized that she was wearing her nightdress and little more. Suddenly to her horror, several men
sauntered up to her and started asking her if she was new in the house. Having absolutely no clue what they meant,
she nodded mutely to all they said.
Then much to her discomfort, they started
to touch her all over. She squirmed and
fidgeted, but it didn't do any good. To
her great relief the deep baritone of George's voice found it's way to her
ears. He himself followed quickly,
telling off men the whole way. When he
finally reached her, he wrapped his warm and comforting arms around her, cooing
and whispering all the time.
"I need to talk to you George, right
now." She gasped.
"Alright, we'll go up to my
chambers. Now follow me." She did so, with loud hoots and call echoing
up the stairs.
Once there, she pored out the whole story
to him, while he held her. As she
finished, she sniffed and wiped her eyes.
"I'm
sorry George for bothering you like this, but I just had to tell somebody. I would have told Thom but he was off with
Lady Delia, doing something I don't want to know about."
George laughed and said, "I am glad
you came to me lass. Things like these
are gonna happen now that your older. Say, how old are you?"
"15 almost 16."
"You know, in the city, that's the
age when women get married."
How come you don't have a wife?"
"Me? I'm waiting for the right on to come along."
"Well then I reckon you'll be waiting
for a long time. I don't think anybody
would want to marry you, George Cooper," she said teasingly.
"Oh no? Well I have my eye on some
little girl. I'll wait as long as it
takes."
"How old is he?"
"15 almost 16."
"Well that's how old I am and I don't
to marry for quite some time."
"You don't now?"
"Nope."
We'll see about that, thought George.
Meanwhile...
Prince Jonathan paced his chambers,
thinking. I think I have lost her
now. I really love Lady Alanna of
Trebond. I'm not sure how I survived
before she came. The highlight of my
day is when Alanna passes me and smiles. The only woman I have ever loved and I jus scared her away.
He finally lay down, exhausted. He turned over in bed and imagined Alanna's
small form next to him, and hugged his pillow closely with a small smile on his
face.
Okay... I don't know whether it will be A/J or A/G. You know maybe the two guys would act different if she was a
lady. Maybe Jon would appreciate her
more and George would over look her, or something like that. Sorry it took me so long to put this up but
I did my best. Tell me what you think
about her possibilities. Sorry about
the spelling errors and stuff like that my spell check is messed up.