~*Chapter 5*~
The night before the Royal wedding of Princess Thayet and King Jonathan
Alanna reviewed her appearance favorably in the full-length mirror that was situated at the end of her bedroom. Her dark red ringlets were artfully arranged in a mess above her head, with just the right curls falling loose around her face. The low-cut dress she wore was made out of delicate violet silk trimmed with amethysts, accentuating her eyes. Due to the shape of the dress and the overly tight corset Alanna's waist looked minute while displaying her feminine curves perfectly. No matter how uncomfortable dresses were, nor how much more preferable breeches were, she still secretly loved the pretty, feminine appearance dresses gave her.
However, tonight her thoughts were not on how stunning she looked (which she did), but on a certain King that she had such a long and complicated history with. She would not let herself feel despondent or self-pitying, it was much against her nature, instead her thoughts wondered aimlessly over questions and doubts. Was it her fault that she and Jon had fought? She hated him for causing her to doubt her decisions, but if hate was what her emotions were classified as, then why did she feel that it was her that belonged with Jon? Did they in fact belong together?
A knock on the door snapped her out of her reverie. She opened the door to George, he smiled and whistled.
"Ye' look gorgeous," he said before kissing her.
"I can't breath though," she said, her voice having the faintest cold edge to it. "Sorry George, the stress from the wedding preparations have me on edge. I'm glad our own wedding is going to be more low key, I don't think I could bear doing all this again."
"It's alright, now close ye' eyes, I 'ave a something for ye',"
"Ok," Alanna obeyed, shutting her eyes. She heard something snap open, and then felt something cold against her neck. Her eyes opened and she gasped. "Oh, George it's beautiful," Alanna whispered, looking at the present George had just given her. It was a diamond and amethyst choker style necklace with three rows of amethysts hanging downwards.
"Not as beautiful as ye'," he whispered before kissing her again. "Now we better get to this ball, may I escort ye' milady?"
"You may sir," she replied with a smile.
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It was at least two hours before Alanna and Jon were able to find themselves a quiet moment alone. Jon moved towards where the pretty red haired girl who he almost married was standing.
"You look really lovely tonight Alanna," he commented quietly
"You don't look so bad yourself Jon,"
"I'm sorry for being so defensive after the meeting, I hope you didn't take offence."
"I have known you far too long to take offence at things you say," she said jovially. Jon chuckled.
"Alanna, it would be a sin if I didn't whip you out on the dance floor right now, you're looking just way too beautiful."
Alanna let herself be 'whipped' out to where everyone was dancing. It was a slow dance and they were suddenly very close, his hand fitting snugly around her tiny waist. She wondered if he could feel how fast her heart was beating at that very moment..
A/N: My greatest apologies about this chapter my dearest readers. To put it plainly I think it's awful. I really don't like it, I just can't work with George, would anyone protest if he died? Hehe, don't stress I won't kill him off. Although I am battling with the most evil case of writters block, and it is due to that, that this chapter is so ghastly. I promise the next one will be better. I would luuurve you all to r/r, even if you just want to trash it. Ok, I would mind, a little, but yeah, thanks soooooo much for all those who have review already, you are angels.
Luv Seraya
The night before the Royal wedding of Princess Thayet and King Jonathan
Alanna reviewed her appearance favorably in the full-length mirror that was situated at the end of her bedroom. Her dark red ringlets were artfully arranged in a mess above her head, with just the right curls falling loose around her face. The low-cut dress she wore was made out of delicate violet silk trimmed with amethysts, accentuating her eyes. Due to the shape of the dress and the overly tight corset Alanna's waist looked minute while displaying her feminine curves perfectly. No matter how uncomfortable dresses were, nor how much more preferable breeches were, she still secretly loved the pretty, feminine appearance dresses gave her.
However, tonight her thoughts were not on how stunning she looked (which she did), but on a certain King that she had such a long and complicated history with. She would not let herself feel despondent or self-pitying, it was much against her nature, instead her thoughts wondered aimlessly over questions and doubts. Was it her fault that she and Jon had fought? She hated him for causing her to doubt her decisions, but if hate was what her emotions were classified as, then why did she feel that it was her that belonged with Jon? Did they in fact belong together?
A knock on the door snapped her out of her reverie. She opened the door to George, he smiled and whistled.
"Ye' look gorgeous," he said before kissing her.
"I can't breath though," she said, her voice having the faintest cold edge to it. "Sorry George, the stress from the wedding preparations have me on edge. I'm glad our own wedding is going to be more low key, I don't think I could bear doing all this again."
"It's alright, now close ye' eyes, I 'ave a something for ye',"
"Ok," Alanna obeyed, shutting her eyes. She heard something snap open, and then felt something cold against her neck. Her eyes opened and she gasped. "Oh, George it's beautiful," Alanna whispered, looking at the present George had just given her. It was a diamond and amethyst choker style necklace with three rows of amethysts hanging downwards.
"Not as beautiful as ye'," he whispered before kissing her again. "Now we better get to this ball, may I escort ye' milady?"
"You may sir," she replied with a smile.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was at least two hours before Alanna and Jon were able to find themselves a quiet moment alone. Jon moved towards where the pretty red haired girl who he almost married was standing.
"You look really lovely tonight Alanna," he commented quietly
"You don't look so bad yourself Jon,"
"I'm sorry for being so defensive after the meeting, I hope you didn't take offence."
"I have known you far too long to take offence at things you say," she said jovially. Jon chuckled.
"Alanna, it would be a sin if I didn't whip you out on the dance floor right now, you're looking just way too beautiful."
Alanna let herself be 'whipped' out to where everyone was dancing. It was a slow dance and they were suddenly very close, his hand fitting snugly around her tiny waist. She wondered if he could feel how fast her heart was beating at that very moment..
A/N: My greatest apologies about this chapter my dearest readers. To put it plainly I think it's awful. I really don't like it, I just can't work with George, would anyone protest if he died? Hehe, don't stress I won't kill him off. Although I am battling with the most evil case of writters block, and it is due to that, that this chapter is so ghastly. I promise the next one will be better. I would luuurve you all to r/r, even if you just want to trash it. Ok, I would mind, a little, but yeah, thanks soooooo much for all those who have review already, you are angels.
Luv Seraya