~*Chapter 6*~
[i] Still the night before the Royal wedding of Princess Thayet and King Jonathan [/i]
At that moment everything was perfect, so delicate and fragile. As if it could be blown away with the slightest breath of wind. They danced together slowly, connected yet separate. Neither Jon nor Alanna wanted that song to ever end, because for that song to end would mean reality would hit, an eventuality neither wanted. They were silent, not wanting to cheapen the moment with words.
The song finally came to a close, Alanna curtsied and Jon bowed, as was formal custom. The moment was over, yet remained in their memories. Jon was getting married tomorrow and there was nothing either one could do to stop it.
"I wish we lived in another life and not this one. There would be nothing to prevent us. .."
"But we don't and must make do with what we have in this reality." Alanna replied quietly as they walked away from the dance floor. George walked up to Alanna, not even wanting to talk to Jon, he had seen the look in both of their eyes, it was that same look they had stared at each other with all those years ago when Alanna was but a squire.
"I think I might go outside for a moment, the crowded room. . ." she excused herself from George and Jon quickly making her way from the ballroom to the Royal gardens.
Once outside she sat on a stone bench and rested her head in her hands, she felt like just running away. Where did those grand dreams of knighthood go that she had dreamt of when she was younger. Since when did marriage and men take control of her world. Never! Well it had been never until now and she detested it.
The bright silver moonlight blinded her, being unnaturally bright. Pictures began to form in the light.
[i] She was in a damp chamber, the stench of mould and mildew hit her nostrils strongly. She fought back vomit and looked around. There was nothing in the room but a dilapidated bed and a pitcher with dirty water in it. There was a small window high up on the wall emitting the tiniest stream of light. Alanna stood on the old bed and looked out, it was a pretty country town, made picturesque with large, green oak trees. Jon was on Darkness on the ground below, she yelled and yelled but he just looked around, not hearing her.
"My poor little girl." A slimy male voice came from behind her, spinning around she saw her twice dead arch nemesis, Duke Roger of Conte. "You're just a lost little girl."
Looking closer at him she saw it wasn't Roger but a man who was equally handsome. "Where am I?" she yelled.
"Settle, settle." He stroked her hair as if she was a small child or an animal. "Everything will be fine my darling one." [/i]
Her eyesight returned to normal and the vision, whatever it had meant, was gone. She chewed the inside of her cheek, pondering over what this vision had meant, if it had any meaning at all. Tiredness hit her swiftly and she had trouble remaining conscious, her eyes closed and weariness took over.
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George looked around the silent gardens; there was not one sound to be heard save those coming from the ball in the Palace. The moonlight streamed down, illuminating the entire gardens and yet he still saw nothing.
"Alanna?" he called out to the silence. No answer. There was absolutely no sign of the red haired woman.
A/N: Oooh! A twist in the story!!! Sorry if ya'll hate it, I had to think of a situation that would cause the wedding to be called off. So Alanna has been kidnapped. But by who? Well you will just have to keep r/r to find out! I can be such a bitch when I want to be. Mwaahahahahahaha! PLEEEAAAAAAAASSSSE tell me what you think. *sends hugs and blesses to all those who reviewed*.
Ok love you all heaps and heaps!!!
Luv Seraya!!!!!!!!!
[i] Still the night before the Royal wedding of Princess Thayet and King Jonathan [/i]
At that moment everything was perfect, so delicate and fragile. As if it could be blown away with the slightest breath of wind. They danced together slowly, connected yet separate. Neither Jon nor Alanna wanted that song to ever end, because for that song to end would mean reality would hit, an eventuality neither wanted. They were silent, not wanting to cheapen the moment with words.
The song finally came to a close, Alanna curtsied and Jon bowed, as was formal custom. The moment was over, yet remained in their memories. Jon was getting married tomorrow and there was nothing either one could do to stop it.
"I wish we lived in another life and not this one. There would be nothing to prevent us. .."
"But we don't and must make do with what we have in this reality." Alanna replied quietly as they walked away from the dance floor. George walked up to Alanna, not even wanting to talk to Jon, he had seen the look in both of their eyes, it was that same look they had stared at each other with all those years ago when Alanna was but a squire.
"I think I might go outside for a moment, the crowded room. . ." she excused herself from George and Jon quickly making her way from the ballroom to the Royal gardens.
Once outside she sat on a stone bench and rested her head in her hands, she felt like just running away. Where did those grand dreams of knighthood go that she had dreamt of when she was younger. Since when did marriage and men take control of her world. Never! Well it had been never until now and she detested it.
The bright silver moonlight blinded her, being unnaturally bright. Pictures began to form in the light.
[i] She was in a damp chamber, the stench of mould and mildew hit her nostrils strongly. She fought back vomit and looked around. There was nothing in the room but a dilapidated bed and a pitcher with dirty water in it. There was a small window high up on the wall emitting the tiniest stream of light. Alanna stood on the old bed and looked out, it was a pretty country town, made picturesque with large, green oak trees. Jon was on Darkness on the ground below, she yelled and yelled but he just looked around, not hearing her.
"My poor little girl." A slimy male voice came from behind her, spinning around she saw her twice dead arch nemesis, Duke Roger of Conte. "You're just a lost little girl."
Looking closer at him she saw it wasn't Roger but a man who was equally handsome. "Where am I?" she yelled.
"Settle, settle." He stroked her hair as if she was a small child or an animal. "Everything will be fine my darling one." [/i]
Her eyesight returned to normal and the vision, whatever it had meant, was gone. She chewed the inside of her cheek, pondering over what this vision had meant, if it had any meaning at all. Tiredness hit her swiftly and she had trouble remaining conscious, her eyes closed and weariness took over.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
George looked around the silent gardens; there was not one sound to be heard save those coming from the ball in the Palace. The moonlight streamed down, illuminating the entire gardens and yet he still saw nothing.
"Alanna?" he called out to the silence. No answer. There was absolutely no sign of the red haired woman.
A/N: Oooh! A twist in the story!!! Sorry if ya'll hate it, I had to think of a situation that would cause the wedding to be called off. So Alanna has been kidnapped. But by who? Well you will just have to keep r/r to find out! I can be such a bitch when I want to be. Mwaahahahahahaha! PLEEEAAAAAAAASSSSE tell me what you think. *sends hugs and blesses to all those who reviewed*.
Ok love you all heaps and heaps!!!
Luv Seraya!!!!!!!!!