A/N: I'm so sorry this is so short! I'm basically posting this to get out
of writing an essay for a bit longer (and because I'm addicted to reviews).
Hopefully I'll get the next chapter (The ball) up soon. This chapter
should satisfy all you A/J fans thought (hint, hint) I love this chapter -
it's my favourite so far - even if it is short.
Thankyou sooooo much to all reviewers!
Also, Rima (who didn't leave an email address), if you read this, what do you mean about chapter three showing what a self-centered jerk Jon is? I don't get it. Do you mean ordering her to go to the ball? - if so, it's not specifically her, it's just a royal invitation - you wouldn't refuse a royal invitation.
Hopefully chapter 5 will follower sooner rather than later, but I can't promise anything.
Please, please, please leave a review (remember I sacrificed my essay for this!)
Chapter 4 - The Second Confrontation
Later that day, Alanna stormed into Jon's study. He looked up from some papers, half surprised, and half interested in what was going to happen next. Alanna was clearly furious.
"How dare you?!" she exploded.
"How dare I what?" Jon leaned back in his chair and looked at her quizzically, with a mild grin playing just under the surface of his face.
"How dare you tell me…" Alanna fumed silently for a moment "Something like that, and …" she trailed off.
"How dare I love you?" he asked, quietly.
There was a long treacherous silence as they stared at each other.
"Do you?" She faltered
"Of course I do. I've tried to ignore it, I've tried to forget it. I can't. Can you, Alanna?"
"I don't know, Jon. I don't know anything any more." Her face crumpled, and Jon rose and walked over to stand near her. He brushed a tear away from her cheek, and she smiled up at him weakly. He caressed face again, entwining his fingers in her radiant hair.
"I love you Alanna," He told her earnestly "I can't believe I ever willingly let you go.
"What about Thayet?" she stared at him hard for a while. "I thought you loved her."
Jon sighed and looked at the floor. "So did I. For a while."
There was a period of silence.
"When -" Jon paused. "When you first went to George-"
Alanna cut him off. "No, Jon, don't, please."
"No, but …it was because of me, wasn't it?"
Alanna scuffed a foot against the floor.
"I…I guess it was - a bit. I was so angry with the way you treated me."
"I was angry too." Said Jon, cracking a smile that made Alanna smile too and go weak at the knees.
"I came back and stormed around the palace for weeks." Alanna smiled weakly, such a flood of emotion within her she hardly knew what to do. "And Josianne - she was to get back at you."
Alanna looked at him seriously. "Jon - George wasn't…he wasn't revenge or punishment for you. It was more than that."
"I know." Said Jonathan hastily. "But…if I hadn't been the way I was - if you hadn't been so stubborn."
"Stubborn?" asked Alanna, outraged.
"Well, it wasn't all my fault." Alanna opened her mouth angrily, about to begin arguing. Jon stepped forward and planted his mouth on hers before the irate redhead had a chance to continue the argument. He kissed her gently, barely brushing his lips against hers, but it send thrills racing through them both. He drew away slightly.
"Let's not argue about the past, hey?"
"Jon," Alanna trembled in his arms. Unable to stop herself she leant forward and kissed him gently. He returned the kiss passionately, and held her tightly in his arms.
Thankyou sooooo much to all reviewers!
Also, Rima (who didn't leave an email address), if you read this, what do you mean about chapter three showing what a self-centered jerk Jon is? I don't get it. Do you mean ordering her to go to the ball? - if so, it's not specifically her, it's just a royal invitation - you wouldn't refuse a royal invitation.
Hopefully chapter 5 will follower sooner rather than later, but I can't promise anything.
Please, please, please leave a review (remember I sacrificed my essay for this!)
Chapter 4 - The Second Confrontation
Later that day, Alanna stormed into Jon's study. He looked up from some papers, half surprised, and half interested in what was going to happen next. Alanna was clearly furious.
"How dare you?!" she exploded.
"How dare I what?" Jon leaned back in his chair and looked at her quizzically, with a mild grin playing just under the surface of his face.
"How dare you tell me…" Alanna fumed silently for a moment "Something like that, and …" she trailed off.
"How dare I love you?" he asked, quietly.
There was a long treacherous silence as they stared at each other.
"Do you?" She faltered
"Of course I do. I've tried to ignore it, I've tried to forget it. I can't. Can you, Alanna?"
"I don't know, Jon. I don't know anything any more." Her face crumpled, and Jon rose and walked over to stand near her. He brushed a tear away from her cheek, and she smiled up at him weakly. He caressed face again, entwining his fingers in her radiant hair.
"I love you Alanna," He told her earnestly "I can't believe I ever willingly let you go.
"What about Thayet?" she stared at him hard for a while. "I thought you loved her."
Jon sighed and looked at the floor. "So did I. For a while."
There was a period of silence.
"When -" Jon paused. "When you first went to George-"
Alanna cut him off. "No, Jon, don't, please."
"No, but …it was because of me, wasn't it?"
Alanna scuffed a foot against the floor.
"I…I guess it was - a bit. I was so angry with the way you treated me."
"I was angry too." Said Jon, cracking a smile that made Alanna smile too and go weak at the knees.
"I came back and stormed around the palace for weeks." Alanna smiled weakly, such a flood of emotion within her she hardly knew what to do. "And Josianne - she was to get back at you."
Alanna looked at him seriously. "Jon - George wasn't…he wasn't revenge or punishment for you. It was more than that."
"I know." Said Jonathan hastily. "But…if I hadn't been the way I was - if you hadn't been so stubborn."
"Stubborn?" asked Alanna, outraged.
"Well, it wasn't all my fault." Alanna opened her mouth angrily, about to begin arguing. Jon stepped forward and planted his mouth on hers before the irate redhead had a chance to continue the argument. He kissed her gently, barely brushing his lips against hers, but it send thrills racing through them both. He drew away slightly.
"Let's not argue about the past, hey?"
"Jon," Alanna trembled in his arms. Unable to stop herself she leant forward and kissed him gently. He returned the kiss passionately, and held her tightly in his arms.