Ok, I promise I'll try to make the story better. Hopefully it'll pick up. If you don't like it, too bad! But please, remember to R/R! Make suggestions, tell me how you like the story, tell me how you DON'T like the story.

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About a month passed since Jon had found out she was a girl. Things were kept pretty much the same except for the fact that she didn't get to see the rest of her big friends that often. Since they had becomes knights, they had been busy and Alanna had had to find friends in the Squires and Pages. She continued with her training, steadily getting better.

For once Alanna was on some of her best behavior and gained many trips to the city. She had been spending more time with George, her friend who was also known as the King of Thieves. That didn't stop her. She felt she could talk to him about anything and she could. He was one of the few who actually knew her secret.

Alanna also made frequent stops to George's mother's house. Mistress Cooper was helping her become more of a lady, getting her accustomed to the clothes, make-up and hair.

Despite the heavy burden her lie had put on her shoulders, she was actually enjoying the palace. Though social events were still her enemy, she was forced to go. And being the Prince's squire, she was forced to dance with every young maiden despite the glares she gave Jon and her friends. Naturally, Gary, Raoul, Alex, and Jon got a kick out of this.

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One evening as she sat quietly in the library, she was approached by none other then her greatest enemy in all the world. She hated this man and she had no idea why. She had a theory that he plotted against the King, Queen, and her Jon. But she couldn't accuse him, she had no proof. Duke Roger of Conté glared down at Alanna with hatred in his eyes that only she was not blinded from. All of the Court thought Roger was a hero.

"Squire Alan, studying late aren't you?" The Duke sneered quietly so that no one could overhear.

"I prefer to stay on top of things, Your Grace," Alanna forced an innocent smile, despite all the hatred that was built up inside her.

Roger nodded approvingly. "Alanna must always be on top. Oops. Did I say Alanna? I meant Alan." Roger smirked ruthlessly at her as if to say 'I know.'

Alanna kept her face plain, her eyes non revealing. "Oh not on top, You Grace. It's just there's so much to learn and I'd like to absorb as much information as I can before I go adventuring."

The Duke smiled one last time before turning to walk away. Alanna waited for a few minutes in the library before she was sure he was long gone. Just to be sure, she snuck out of the library looking up and down the corridors cautiously before she sprinted into her rooms, locking the door.

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