~*Chapter 14*~
"Oh, tis' nothin' lass, nothin'. But a scratch." George's breath was short and sharp, his face a deathly white. He had been in the sun recently and the freckles, which had appeared on his nose, stood out and were obvious against his pale skin.
"George, there is no way you are going to die on me." Said Alanna aggressively, though there was the unmistakable undertone of concern. She bent down beside him and gently removed his hand from the wound, it was deep and the sword had been plunged in once with a downward angle which meant two things, either George's attacker had been taller and made George stand entirely still while he made the wound. As this was unlikely, Alanna guessed it was the second option, that George had done it himself.
"Oh Goddess! Why George, why?!" she asked as she pulled the remainder of George's shirt off and ripped it into strips that would act as a temporary bandage until she could take him back to the palace and stitch him up. She whistled Moonlight over and lifted George up, supporting all his weight on her shoulder. She helped him mount up and then made sure he was positioned so he would not fall.
Once she was satisfied he was safe for now she swiftly and cautiously made her way back to the palace.
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Alanna sat curled up in Jon's room, she sat on a window seat staring out at the snow which had just begun to fall. It was achingly beautiful and hurt to look at it for too long. Everything had gone wrong, Isabella Gabriella was in the weirdest moods since being released as if she didn't know how to handle reality and the entire palace thought she was loopy and should be locked up. Jon was moody and haughty almost all the time, except when he and Alanna were alone together and she was doubting whether they could ever get married. Then there was George, hanging on by a thread to life, the wound had almost gone right through him and had done irreparable damage and so no one was completely sure whether he would live and whether he would die.
The only thing that had gone right was Jackek. He had been pardoned and was allowed to be accepted into normal society, being returned the Amorath lands to his power and his rightful title, and was leaving in twenty days to rebuild the broken fief with the help of some of the Kings Own.
"Alanna," whispered Jon, hugging her tightly. "What do you think about sitting here by yourself."
"Everything and anything, neither of which I'm going to say aloud." She replied pertly.
"I'm sorry I've been such a prig lately, it's just, everything was gone wrong at the moment and I can't wait till everything regains a small deal of quietness. But I'm awfully glad you're back." He sat down on the other end of the window seat and surveyed the icy scenery in front of them.
"Well you have been an idiot lately. I've felt like knocking you out several times, but I know what you mean. I haven't exactly been in the best mood myself, what with Gabriella and George." She reach her hand forward and wrapped it around his, he responded and they sat in silence for some time, simply holding hands.
After awhile Jon finally spoke. "Alanna, I have to ask this, do you think if we gave 'us' a second go, that it might work out? I know you used to hate talking about marriage but, if we were, I would let you still be a knight. Of course you may have to do court things, but you wouldn't have to do every event. I need you as a knight, you're one of the best" he paused, "you are the best. But I also need you, just as you."
"If we did get married, what if you got bored with me and fed up with me. Because you know I'll always want to be a knight before being a Queen." She spoke slowly, thinking about each word she was saying.
"With a mind like yours Alanna you could make changes, for the better of Tortall for the advancement of women. And I would encourage you . . . because I love you and want you to be happy."
He leaned forward and kissed her, not resisting Alanna kissed him back, her stomach fluttering stupidly. This was where she wanted to be, it always had been. Jon pulled away and stood up, leading her over to his bed. He kissed her again, this felt right, more right than it had ever felt with George.
A/N: Ok, so pplz, what did you think of this chapter? Sorry it took me so long to put up, I've been doing work experience so I probably won't update till next Saturday. I'm very very sorry, and thank you all soooooooooooooo very much for reviewing. I have never ever written a story that has gotten this many reviews and I adore you all for reviewing, so keep up the good work my darlings!
Luv Seraya xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
"Oh, tis' nothin' lass, nothin'. But a scratch." George's breath was short and sharp, his face a deathly white. He had been in the sun recently and the freckles, which had appeared on his nose, stood out and were obvious against his pale skin.
"George, there is no way you are going to die on me." Said Alanna aggressively, though there was the unmistakable undertone of concern. She bent down beside him and gently removed his hand from the wound, it was deep and the sword had been plunged in once with a downward angle which meant two things, either George's attacker had been taller and made George stand entirely still while he made the wound. As this was unlikely, Alanna guessed it was the second option, that George had done it himself.
"Oh Goddess! Why George, why?!" she asked as she pulled the remainder of George's shirt off and ripped it into strips that would act as a temporary bandage until she could take him back to the palace and stitch him up. She whistled Moonlight over and lifted George up, supporting all his weight on her shoulder. She helped him mount up and then made sure he was positioned so he would not fall.
Once she was satisfied he was safe for now she swiftly and cautiously made her way back to the palace.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Alanna sat curled up in Jon's room, she sat on a window seat staring out at the snow which had just begun to fall. It was achingly beautiful and hurt to look at it for too long. Everything had gone wrong, Isabella Gabriella was in the weirdest moods since being released as if she didn't know how to handle reality and the entire palace thought she was loopy and should be locked up. Jon was moody and haughty almost all the time, except when he and Alanna were alone together and she was doubting whether they could ever get married. Then there was George, hanging on by a thread to life, the wound had almost gone right through him and had done irreparable damage and so no one was completely sure whether he would live and whether he would die.
The only thing that had gone right was Jackek. He had been pardoned and was allowed to be accepted into normal society, being returned the Amorath lands to his power and his rightful title, and was leaving in twenty days to rebuild the broken fief with the help of some of the Kings Own.
"Alanna," whispered Jon, hugging her tightly. "What do you think about sitting here by yourself."
"Everything and anything, neither of which I'm going to say aloud." She replied pertly.
"I'm sorry I've been such a prig lately, it's just, everything was gone wrong at the moment and I can't wait till everything regains a small deal of quietness. But I'm awfully glad you're back." He sat down on the other end of the window seat and surveyed the icy scenery in front of them.
"Well you have been an idiot lately. I've felt like knocking you out several times, but I know what you mean. I haven't exactly been in the best mood myself, what with Gabriella and George." She reach her hand forward and wrapped it around his, he responded and they sat in silence for some time, simply holding hands.
After awhile Jon finally spoke. "Alanna, I have to ask this, do you think if we gave 'us' a second go, that it might work out? I know you used to hate talking about marriage but, if we were, I would let you still be a knight. Of course you may have to do court things, but you wouldn't have to do every event. I need you as a knight, you're one of the best" he paused, "you are the best. But I also need you, just as you."
"If we did get married, what if you got bored with me and fed up with me. Because you know I'll always want to be a knight before being a Queen." She spoke slowly, thinking about each word she was saying.
"With a mind like yours Alanna you could make changes, for the better of Tortall for the advancement of women. And I would encourage you . . . because I love you and want you to be happy."
He leaned forward and kissed her, not resisting Alanna kissed him back, her stomach fluttering stupidly. This was where she wanted to be, it always had been. Jon pulled away and stood up, leading her over to his bed. He kissed her again, this felt right, more right than it had ever felt with George.
A/N: Ok, so pplz, what did you think of this chapter? Sorry it took me so long to put up, I've been doing work experience so I probably won't update till next Saturday. I'm very very sorry, and thank you all soooooooooooooo very much for reviewing. I have never ever written a story that has gotten this many reviews and I adore you all for reviewing, so keep up the good work my darlings!
Luv Seraya xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo