Hello! I'm back again. I hope you like this chapter.
**Disclaimer: I am Dyana's muse, (slightly crazy and expert at forms of Roger torture) and, I will tell you this ONCE. She did NOT invent these freaking characters! She's not smart enough!
HEY!
Oops! **
Lady Arabian Knight & KeladryLadyKnight: She is NOT suicidal! Well, maybe a little but not THAT much. And I can't promise that it will get better because I don't know if it will.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Twirling round and round, night after night. Alanna's life. To be honest she wanted to love Thom, it would have eased her pain. Her pride on the other hand would not allow it. He had hurt her too deep. Every time she saw or spoke to him it was like tearing her internal wound open and rubbing in salt. She missed his childhood companionship. But now, now she blamed her life on him. Unfair, she knew, but who else could she blame? Her father? Well, yes she could but it would be no good blaming him. Her dead mother? The very thought made her wish to weep. Her self? She had no self-pity left. She had used that up in her first week at convent. Pain wracked her soul.
BALLROOM, FRIDAY NIGHT:
"I do believe, sister, that you have not met my companions."
"You are correct my brother."
"This is Sir Gareth of Naxen, son of the training master, counsellor to Prince Jonathon."
"Pleased to meet you Sir." Alanna muttered as she curtsied. A long list of names and titles followed. Alanna silently listened to their chatter of court matters. Finally she retired. Thom followed her.
"Sister, -"
"What, Lord Thom?"
"Out father sent me a note. There was one enclosed for you." Thom handed her the note and walked away, slowly and reluctantly. The note read,
'Alanna, I have managed to arrange a marriage for you, worthless though you are. You will travel to Trebond to speak of it to me in person at daybreak after you receive this. You burdened father.'
A strangled cry escaped her lips. She crumpled to the floor and didn't realise that Thom had returned. He rocked her gently and she didn't even seem to notice. Her life had taken a dramatic turn for the worst.
**Well, what do you think? I promise it won't be that bad. When I said earlier that it might not get better I did not mean this particular plot. The certain plot twist I just wrote WILL get better. I was on about the overall picture. Tomorrow or Friday I promise I will get you the next chapter.
See ya, Dyana & muse**
**Disclaimer: I am Dyana's muse, (slightly crazy and expert at forms of Roger torture) and, I will tell you this ONCE. She did NOT invent these freaking characters! She's not smart enough!
HEY!
Oops! **
Lady Arabian Knight & KeladryLadyKnight: She is NOT suicidal! Well, maybe a little but not THAT much. And I can't promise that it will get better because I don't know if it will.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Twirling round and round, night after night. Alanna's life. To be honest she wanted to love Thom, it would have eased her pain. Her pride on the other hand would not allow it. He had hurt her too deep. Every time she saw or spoke to him it was like tearing her internal wound open and rubbing in salt. She missed his childhood companionship. But now, now she blamed her life on him. Unfair, she knew, but who else could she blame? Her father? Well, yes she could but it would be no good blaming him. Her dead mother? The very thought made her wish to weep. Her self? She had no self-pity left. She had used that up in her first week at convent. Pain wracked her soul.
BALLROOM, FRIDAY NIGHT:
"I do believe, sister, that you have not met my companions."
"You are correct my brother."
"This is Sir Gareth of Naxen, son of the training master, counsellor to Prince Jonathon."
"Pleased to meet you Sir." Alanna muttered as she curtsied. A long list of names and titles followed. Alanna silently listened to their chatter of court matters. Finally she retired. Thom followed her.
"Sister, -"
"What, Lord Thom?"
"Out father sent me a note. There was one enclosed for you." Thom handed her the note and walked away, slowly and reluctantly. The note read,
'Alanna, I have managed to arrange a marriage for you, worthless though you are. You will travel to Trebond to speak of it to me in person at daybreak after you receive this. You burdened father.'
A strangled cry escaped her lips. She crumpled to the floor and didn't realise that Thom had returned. He rocked her gently and she didn't even seem to notice. Her life had taken a dramatic turn for the worst.
**Well, what do you think? I promise it won't be that bad. When I said earlier that it might not get better I did not mean this particular plot. The certain plot twist I just wrote WILL get better. I was on about the overall picture. Tomorrow or Friday I promise I will get you the next chapter.
See ya, Dyana & muse**