~*Chapter 13*~
"Alanna I . . ." began Jon, he stopped and looked away. What could he say that wouldn't sound stupid and pathetic.
"What?" she prompted gently
"I . . .never got married to Thayet. You can't build a marriage on just physical attraction, and that was all it really was between me and Thayet."
"She'd make a wonderful Queen though,"
"Well, maybe, but what happens when the infatuation is over. Maybe this isn't the ideal place to talk about it, oh gods what was thinking, telling you all this when you've just been released from that horrible place. I'm so glad you're back." This last line he whispered and swept her up into an embrace.
"I've missed you too Jon," she looked into those amazing blue eyes and her whole body went tingly. She suddenly felt like one of those silly girls from the convent who were won over by nice words.
"Oh goddess! I've just though of something!" exclaimed Alanna
"What?" asked Jon
"How long have I been gone?"
"Two weeks, two weeks to long."
"Oh no!" she moaned mockingly. "Your ego will have grown huge in all that time you haven't seen me!" She laughed wickedly. Jon laughed with her and grabbed her around her middle.
"That's enough out of you missy, you should be thanking me. I just rescued you!"
"Yes, about time seeing as how many times I've saved your life. And if you had just waited another hour I would have been free." She gave him a friendly shove; to this Jon wrapped his left arm around her tighter and pulled her closer to him. He leant forward and kissed her, and she returned the kiss just as passionately.
"I love you Alanna of Trebond," whispered Jon when they finally parted.
"You know what? I think I love you too Jonathan of Conte."
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"You can't sentence him to death!" yelled Alanna, her fury boiling over as Jon refused to believe anything she said.
"He's a criminal Alanna, he locked you up in a cell for some ransom money and suddenly you're won over by his 'poor me' sob story?"
"Don't take that tone with me Jonathan, you of all people know I'm never 'won over' I just have a feeling about this."
Jon looked up at Alanna, she had been back a scant 24 hours and already they had launched into a debate, over a criminal. Her violet eyes appeared more vibrant than usual, they always did when she argued. He was silent and simply looked at her. He didn't want her to be mad at him, but he always felt a twinge of jealousy at Alanna's angry defense of Jackek.
"Look Jon, why don't you just talk to him? Do you believe in second chances? Because I think if anyone deserves one, it's Jackek." Her voice was calm this time.
"Well . . . get one of the guards to bring him in and I'll talk to him."
Alanna stood still for a moment, her face changed completely from angry to ecstatic. She rushed towards him kissed him on the cheek and rushed out. A few minutes later Jackek arrived, flanked by three Royal guards.
Jackek bowed as respectfully low as he possibly could. "Your Majesty honors me with an audience with you."
"I didn't really have a choice," he murmured more to himself than Jackek. Then he looked up at the guards. "You may leave us."
"Your majesty, what is you will?"
"I believe you are familiar with a certain important lady knight?"
"Yes your majesty, I believe you know we kidnapped her."
Jon looked up sharply; he did not appreciate a criminal being sarcastic towards him. "Well, anyway she seems to be under the impression that you deserve a second chance in respectable society. I'm really not sure how true this is but Alanna is a very persuasive individual. Anyway why don't you tell me how you got into this, er, industry?"
Jackek launched into the story of how his family had been disgraced and Jon listened patiently. In the meantime, while all this was happening Alanna needed to talk things through with a certain former King of Thieves. George was not in his chambers, nor anywhere in the palace, but she had a feeling that she knew exactly where he would have gone. She rushed done to the stables and saddled up Moonlight, she was growing worried about her mare, she seemed to be getting older and wearier, as if she had seen war enough in her life.
Alanna urged her into a trot and the pair slowly ambled there way through the lower section of the forest, very rarely did people come down here, and this made the path overgrown. Moonlight splashed through one of the smaller creeks, in the clearing she saw him sitting with his back to a tree.
"George?" she called out. He didn't move and stared intently into the distance of the forest. She slowly her horse to a walk and then eventually stopped and dismounted. "George, we need to talk."
"I'm glad ye' back lass," his voice was filled with pain, and he spoke as if it was a great effort to speak. At first Alanna thought it was simply because he knew she was breaking off the engagement. Her eyes looked down and she gasped in shock as she saw blood covering is hand and clothes.
"George, what happened?!?!"
A/N: Well I told you all that I was going to update more regularly and I am being true to my word. Sorry if this chapter is a bit crappy, I promise the next one will be better . . . or at least I will try my very hardest for the next one to be better. So pplz, should Alanna marry Jon or should she be so cut up with sympathy for George that she marries him? Oh, such decisions! Anyway keep up the wonderful reviews, you're all wonderful wonderful people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm done.
Blessed Be
Luv Seraya xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
"Alanna I . . ." began Jon, he stopped and looked away. What could he say that wouldn't sound stupid and pathetic.
"What?" she prompted gently
"I . . .never got married to Thayet. You can't build a marriage on just physical attraction, and that was all it really was between me and Thayet."
"She'd make a wonderful Queen though,"
"Well, maybe, but what happens when the infatuation is over. Maybe this isn't the ideal place to talk about it, oh gods what was thinking, telling you all this when you've just been released from that horrible place. I'm so glad you're back." This last line he whispered and swept her up into an embrace.
"I've missed you too Jon," she looked into those amazing blue eyes and her whole body went tingly. She suddenly felt like one of those silly girls from the convent who were won over by nice words.
"Oh goddess! I've just though of something!" exclaimed Alanna
"What?" asked Jon
"How long have I been gone?"
"Two weeks, two weeks to long."
"Oh no!" she moaned mockingly. "Your ego will have grown huge in all that time you haven't seen me!" She laughed wickedly. Jon laughed with her and grabbed her around her middle.
"That's enough out of you missy, you should be thanking me. I just rescued you!"
"Yes, about time seeing as how many times I've saved your life. And if you had just waited another hour I would have been free." She gave him a friendly shove; to this Jon wrapped his left arm around her tighter and pulled her closer to him. He leant forward and kissed her, and she returned the kiss just as passionately.
"I love you Alanna of Trebond," whispered Jon when they finally parted.
"You know what? I think I love you too Jonathan of Conte."
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"You can't sentence him to death!" yelled Alanna, her fury boiling over as Jon refused to believe anything she said.
"He's a criminal Alanna, he locked you up in a cell for some ransom money and suddenly you're won over by his 'poor me' sob story?"
"Don't take that tone with me Jonathan, you of all people know I'm never 'won over' I just have a feeling about this."
Jon looked up at Alanna, she had been back a scant 24 hours and already they had launched into a debate, over a criminal. Her violet eyes appeared more vibrant than usual, they always did when she argued. He was silent and simply looked at her. He didn't want her to be mad at him, but he always felt a twinge of jealousy at Alanna's angry defense of Jackek.
"Look Jon, why don't you just talk to him? Do you believe in second chances? Because I think if anyone deserves one, it's Jackek." Her voice was calm this time.
"Well . . . get one of the guards to bring him in and I'll talk to him."
Alanna stood still for a moment, her face changed completely from angry to ecstatic. She rushed towards him kissed him on the cheek and rushed out. A few minutes later Jackek arrived, flanked by three Royal guards.
Jackek bowed as respectfully low as he possibly could. "Your Majesty honors me with an audience with you."
"I didn't really have a choice," he murmured more to himself than Jackek. Then he looked up at the guards. "You may leave us."
"Your majesty, what is you will?"
"I believe you are familiar with a certain important lady knight?"
"Yes your majesty, I believe you know we kidnapped her."
Jon looked up sharply; he did not appreciate a criminal being sarcastic towards him. "Well, anyway she seems to be under the impression that you deserve a second chance in respectable society. I'm really not sure how true this is but Alanna is a very persuasive individual. Anyway why don't you tell me how you got into this, er, industry?"
Jackek launched into the story of how his family had been disgraced and Jon listened patiently. In the meantime, while all this was happening Alanna needed to talk things through with a certain former King of Thieves. George was not in his chambers, nor anywhere in the palace, but she had a feeling that she knew exactly where he would have gone. She rushed done to the stables and saddled up Moonlight, she was growing worried about her mare, she seemed to be getting older and wearier, as if she had seen war enough in her life.
Alanna urged her into a trot and the pair slowly ambled there way through the lower section of the forest, very rarely did people come down here, and this made the path overgrown. Moonlight splashed through one of the smaller creeks, in the clearing she saw him sitting with his back to a tree.
"George?" she called out. He didn't move and stared intently into the distance of the forest. She slowly her horse to a walk and then eventually stopped and dismounted. "George, we need to talk."
"I'm glad ye' back lass," his voice was filled with pain, and he spoke as if it was a great effort to speak. At first Alanna thought it was simply because he knew she was breaking off the engagement. Her eyes looked down and she gasped in shock as she saw blood covering is hand and clothes.
"George, what happened?!?!"
A/N: Well I told you all that I was going to update more regularly and I am being true to my word. Sorry if this chapter is a bit crappy, I promise the next one will be better . . . or at least I will try my very hardest for the next one to be better. So pplz, should Alanna marry Jon or should she be so cut up with sympathy for George that she marries him? Oh, such decisions! Anyway keep up the wonderful reviews, you're all wonderful wonderful people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm done.
Blessed Be
Luv Seraya xoxoxoxoxoxoxo