"Jonathan, I will marry you. I love you so much."
Those words had run through his head over and over, tumbling and spinning. Alanna knew that he was the Prince. She said she would marry him. She loved him. All this information tumbled around in his head, with him not really understanding any of it. It had all happened in such a hurry. He was happy, of course, but mostly because he knew he should be. It just hadn't sunken in yet that he was getting married in two months, in June, and that he would be coronated in December. It didn't make any sense to him.
Alanna felt the same way, but she understood what she was getting into. A wedding, in two weeks! To the Prince, no less! She was rather miffed that he'd lied to her, but she understood the reasons. She wasn't mad, just doubtful. Very, very doubtful. She fell asleep that night, tossing and turning.
That night, Alanna had a dream.
A silvery mass came to her, floating in front of her. It said, "Alanna. You know…what you must…do…when you marry…you must do…the right…thing…"
With that message, the creature would leave, and Alanna would be in a damp, dark forest, trying to get out but to no avail! Escape was not an option. So she waited, and waited, and was almost sunk in mud, when a unicorn would march up to her and pull her out with its teeth. He flew her to a meadow, everytime, and they danced together.
She didn't know what the dream meant, at all. All it did was confuse and worry her, and make her wonder what a unicorn was doing there. Hadn't all the Immortals been shut in a century ago? Alanna only knew what a unicorn looked like from stories that people had told her.
Jonathan's head ached from being in town. He had to go on a weekly ride through the city with his father, some of the more powerful noblemen, and now his bride-to-be, Alanna. Today, on the announecement of the engagement, the crowd went wild. Several other people also felt their eyes burning, or heads aching. All of them longed to be back in the Palace. But each person thought only they were afflicted, and so they rode on.
Alanna was seemingly the only person without a headache. She had never gotten sick before a day in her life. She certainly wouldn't give in to a headache now and ruin her perfect record. Suddenly, Alanna fainted away and fell off her horse onto the cold, hard cobblestones.
Those words had run through his head over and over, tumbling and spinning. Alanna knew that he was the Prince. She said she would marry him. She loved him. All this information tumbled around in his head, with him not really understanding any of it. It had all happened in such a hurry. He was happy, of course, but mostly because he knew he should be. It just hadn't sunken in yet that he was getting married in two months, in June, and that he would be coronated in December. It didn't make any sense to him.
Alanna felt the same way, but she understood what she was getting into. A wedding, in two weeks! To the Prince, no less! She was rather miffed that he'd lied to her, but she understood the reasons. She wasn't mad, just doubtful. Very, very doubtful. She fell asleep that night, tossing and turning.
That night, Alanna had a dream.
A silvery mass came to her, floating in front of her. It said, "Alanna. You know…what you must…do…when you marry…you must do…the right…thing…"
With that message, the creature would leave, and Alanna would be in a damp, dark forest, trying to get out but to no avail! Escape was not an option. So she waited, and waited, and was almost sunk in mud, when a unicorn would march up to her and pull her out with its teeth. He flew her to a meadow, everytime, and they danced together.
She didn't know what the dream meant, at all. All it did was confuse and worry her, and make her wonder what a unicorn was doing there. Hadn't all the Immortals been shut in a century ago? Alanna only knew what a unicorn looked like from stories that people had told her.
Jonathan's head ached from being in town. He had to go on a weekly ride through the city with his father, some of the more powerful noblemen, and now his bride-to-be, Alanna. Today, on the announecement of the engagement, the crowd went wild. Several other people also felt their eyes burning, or heads aching. All of them longed to be back in the Palace. But each person thought only they were afflicted, and so they rode on.
Alanna was seemingly the only person without a headache. She had never gotten sick before a day in her life. She certainly wouldn't give in to a headache now and ruin her perfect record. Suddenly, Alanna fainted away and fell off her horse onto the cold, hard cobblestones.