Kylia- how'd u know? Are you telepathic or sumthin? I dunno- read. Sry Alanna's a bit OOC, I normally don't write like that, but I just went with the flow.
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Chapter 3: Explanations
"Your who?!!!" Alanna spat out her juice over the table, ruining the gown Jonathan had requested she wear.
"Alanna, your gown." Gary pointed down.
"Screw the gown! Your mother?!"
"Well, stepmother actually, but ever since dad died in the fight in Scanra, she's been the biggest flirt at court and I hate it!"
Alanna looked to see Serene bending into a low curtsey in front of Jon, and then offering her hand to be kissed.
"She seems normal to me, everybody at court has Jon kiss their hand, it's like a fetish."
"You didn't." Raoul said from behind her. Alanna let out a string of words that are new to me, and turned on the Commander.
"Gods Curse you Raoul! Why do you do that?!"
"Because it's funny to see you get all worked up." The big man's shoulders trembled with laughter as he tried to hide his smile.
"The only reason I didn't kneel to have Jon kiss my hand is because I'm not like that, it wouldn't be Champion-like, and I sure as Mithros don't want people treating me like a lady!"
"Well, I suppose, you'll treat Serene like one though won't you?" Jonathan's steady tone drifted over the conversation.
"WHY DOES EVERYBODY JUST KEEP DROPPING IN?????!!!!!" Alanna screamed.
"Well, now somebody has a temper, naughty, naughty, I'll bet you never let out an outburst do you Raoul? Gary's told me so much about you. You'll have to tell me about all those exciting adventures you've been on. I can't wait to hear how the little birdies helped you find Spidrens!" Serene's voice came out sweet as honey and thick as molasses. Gary shuddered and shot an evil glare at Jonathan. Alanna, catching the exchange, made sure that Gary had an unexpected stomachache.
"Oh, Gary! Are you okay? Here, let me help you into the hall!" Alanna dragged the Prime Minister by the ear outside the hall, quite a site to see one of the largest men in Tortall getting carried out like a child by one of the smallest warriors in Tortall. "I'm sure Jonathan would like to help you too!" Alanna whispered loudly into her King's ear.
"Errrrr, well, actually, Thayet and I were going to…" He was cut off by another purple circle around him.
"Yes, well, Thayet can wait." Alanna dropped Jonathan in front of the entire court.
"I'm going to kill whoever taught you that damn spell!" Jonathan whispered harshly to the redhead.
"Gee, it'd be a real shame to see you commit suicide! Now come!"
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"Duke Gareth, it is in no way Jon's fault that your mother is a flirt! And it's certainly not anyone else's! SO I SUGGEST YOU LEARN TO CONTROL YOURSELF!" Alanna glared at Gary.
"Since when did you start calling me by my full name?!"
"Since you started acting like a baby who needed reprimanding!"
"Oh really, Sir Alanna?! How would you like it if your mother came to court after your father died and started flirting?! How would you like it? Hm?! Tell me Alanna!" Alanna gave Gary the iciest stare ever known in history. "Well?!"
With a voice that you could cut with a knife, the Lioness spoke, "I don't know Gary."
"And why not?!" So caught up in the argument, Gary didn't realize the trap he was getting himself into.
"BECAUSE MY MOTHER IS DEAD! I NEVER KNEW HER! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR? IS IT? SIR GARETH? DOES THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY?!" Alanna wouldn't cry, she was too angry to. This had always been a least favorite subject and she wasn't about to let Gary get away with this.
"Alanna…I…I'm sorry…I forgot."
"YOU FORGOT?! WELL THEN MAYBE YOU CAN FORGET OUR FRIENDSHIP SINCE YOU FORGOT EVERYTHING ELSE THAT MATTERS! COME TO ME WHEN YOU'RE OUT OF ADOLESCENCE DUKE GARETH OF NAXEN!" With that, Alanna stormed down the corridor to her rooms, ruined dress and all. A quarter of the way down the hall, she heard footsteps. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Alanna, it'll be okay. He'll remember, he'll apologize, and it'll be…" Jonathan turned the Lioness around and was cut off by the trace of a single tear running down Alanna's cheek.
"Help me, I'm scared."
"I'll help." Slowly Jonathan bent down and pressed his lips to his Champion's.