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"Jon!" Alanna called out coming into their rooms. She looked around the main room and saw a candle on in Jon's rooms. She went cautiously through the door going into his study. "Jon?" she called again. He wasn't in here either and the light was coming from one candle on the table by the window. She went into the bedroom and found Jon lying in a chair asleep.
She smiled to herself and looked around for something to cover him. She went through to her room and brought a blanket from there. She wrapped him in the blanket and kissed him on the forehead.
Alanna left to lock the doors for the night and blow the candles out. Alanna got changed and got into bed in Jon's room and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She woke up about an hour later when she felt cold. She hugged the covers closer to her and rolled over. When she rolled over she found Jon next to her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I thought knowing you you'd sleep," he smiled and kissed her nose. She smiled.
"It's alright. I get more sleep than I've ever had now than I did when I was a page. I'm not that tired now anyway." She put her head on Jon's chest and he wrapped his arm round her, playing with her hair.
"Really? Well that'll give us sometime to talk, then won't it? Since we get up too late and rush round like madmen or women and then we don't really have time to talk during the day." Alanna could tell he was nervous about something, she could feel how fast his heart was beating.
"What's wrong?" she asked worried moving up onto one of her elbows.
"Nothing, nothing!" he pulled her back down towards him. "It's strange how things turn out, isn't it? Who would of thought this would happen when we first met?" she laughed.
"I would of thought that would be last on your list. Sleeping with your squire, my Lord Prince!" she said mock outraged. He chuckled. She had felt him get less nervous but now he was getting more so.
"Do you still hate Roger?" he felt her stiffen. * Wrong thing to say. Should of asked more subtly.*
"What makes you think I have ever hated him?" He could tell that she was getting defensive and angry. * All I did was ask her if she liked him. No you didn't you asked her if she hated your cousin, who you've basically told her you worship. She'd tell me if she hated him, only if you ask though. She wouldn't want to upset you, and she thinks that she might. You know she doesn't like him and she must know that you know that. But will she tell the truth or say what she thinks won't upset you? *
"Lanna, you must think I'm blind when it concerns you. I see the looks the two of you give each other. Neither of you can stand to be in the same room as the other! What about earlier tonight at dinner? You seemed terrified! Can't you tell me?" he said getting upset.
"We can stand to be in the same room as each other. You have no idea what he's like! You've forbidden me to say anything against him remember?" she said getting out of bed and taking the blanket from the chair and going to her own room, tears slowly flowing down her cheeks.
Jon waited a few moments and followed her to her room. She was lying on her side with her back to the door. He moved and sat down next to her on the bed. He put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off quickly.
"Lanna, why'd you leave?" he said trying to catch her eyes. He saw that she was crying and gently stroked them away. She rolled over onto her back to speak to him.
"Because I'd end up saying something about him that would get you mad and you wouldn't speak to me for days about it."
"I've been wanting to ask you this for years but, well I didn't really want to know the answer. Just in case what you said was true, but what made you suspect him? I mean there must have been more to what you said about the Ysandir, how he told me to go there." She looked away. "Answer me, please?" he asked softly turning her head back to face him gently. Her eyes pleaded him not to let her answer it. "I need to know."
She looked away and Jon thought she was going to refuse again. "It was during the Sweating Sickness, when you got sick everyone was saying if only Roger was here, he's the only one who can save us all. Then I got a letter from Thom. He was saying that they had heard about it up at the City, and that there was speculation over who did it. They made a list. The list was three names long. Then when I met him, there was something about him. Thom also said that he is well known in the City about foiling young sorcerers careers, some never seen again. I remember when he called all of us into see him before we left for Persopolis and I remember him playing with that jewel and getting sleepy. I pinched myself to wake up and he was talking just to you and everybody else in the room was out of it then just seemed to snap back. Then there are lots of other suspicious things. He has us followed into the city and has Thom spied on. He had to act like a complete idiot so no one would expect him to be any good at magic.
Think about what Roger would gain with you dead in several years? You're the only direct person in line to the throne then it goes to Roger doesn't it? The third cousins don't have as much of a claim as him. That would make him the new heir. Have you ever thought about it that way? He is trying to KILL YOU!" she hissed at him. He drew back stunned at what she had just said.
"If you've known that for almost 6 years then why haven't you said something before?" She looked hurt at what he said thinking he didn't believe her. But he was thinking it through and just wanting answers. He was only angry with her for not saying something earlier.
"Because you don't just go around accusing one of the most powerful men in the world, who will make everybody think you are crazy and have you hanged for treason for accusing him. I don't have any evidence, not proper, only things that have worn off and I've been the only witness sometimes. Do you really think they'd believe me, someone who talks to their cat and he's the King's nephew in case you've forgotten? Would they believe me apposed to him, who could put spells on their families, kill them, their families and make them all believe him anyway? He has basically admitted to me of wanting you dead. When he tried to get me on his side once," she paused looking down away from him and fiddling with the edge of the blanket. He took her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position and lifted her head to look at him.
"What happened?"
"He asked if we were friends, I stupidly told him no, then he asked if we were enemies. I asked him to tell me. He knew I suspected him but neither of us had ever come out and said it. How could we without me ending up dead? He's tried but it's never succeeded. He said he could be a very good friend. But I said, I had no wish to make him my enemy; I want to die old asleep in my bed. Which I do. He said I could get that if we were friends and many things could be mine. I asked him if I could get the same reassurance that my other friends could have the same chance and that I doubted that was his aim. He shrugged after a while and said, "I see. Thus, as long as you feel this way, we will be…" I told him less than friends. Then after a few more minutes of talking, he left and the fog came up and then that's when they got me and I woke up on the other side of the river."
Ah, it got too long so I will finish this in the next part. What will Jon say? Here's the other part. Thanks to all the reviewers, I appreciate getting reviews they can be good or bad, in answer to some ones question. They were joking though and so am I, I'm only to get good ones. I got enough reviews this time so you get another part up! If you want the next part up then I've to get…(I'm going to aim high) 20 reviews. It's nice to see that I have a new reader (Sophie) and some people actually like it! If you review and you are a new reader I will mention you. And I do have a plot now, you know? I've had one for a while it may not seem like it but I do.
"Jon!" Alanna called out coming into their rooms. She looked around the main room and saw a candle on in Jon's rooms. She went cautiously through the door going into his study. "Jon?" she called again. He wasn't in here either and the light was coming from one candle on the table by the window. She went into the bedroom and found Jon lying in a chair asleep.
She smiled to herself and looked around for something to cover him. She went through to her room and brought a blanket from there. She wrapped him in the blanket and kissed him on the forehead.
Alanna left to lock the doors for the night and blow the candles out. Alanna got changed and got into bed in Jon's room and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She woke up about an hour later when she felt cold. She hugged the covers closer to her and rolled over. When she rolled over she found Jon next to her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I thought knowing you you'd sleep," he smiled and kissed her nose. She smiled.
"It's alright. I get more sleep than I've ever had now than I did when I was a page. I'm not that tired now anyway." She put her head on Jon's chest and he wrapped his arm round her, playing with her hair.
"Really? Well that'll give us sometime to talk, then won't it? Since we get up too late and rush round like madmen or women and then we don't really have time to talk during the day." Alanna could tell he was nervous about something, she could feel how fast his heart was beating.
"What's wrong?" she asked worried moving up onto one of her elbows.
"Nothing, nothing!" he pulled her back down towards him. "It's strange how things turn out, isn't it? Who would of thought this would happen when we first met?" she laughed.
"I would of thought that would be last on your list. Sleeping with your squire, my Lord Prince!" she said mock outraged. He chuckled. She had felt him get less nervous but now he was getting more so.
"Do you still hate Roger?" he felt her stiffen. * Wrong thing to say. Should of asked more subtly.*
"What makes you think I have ever hated him?" He could tell that she was getting defensive and angry. * All I did was ask her if she liked him. No you didn't you asked her if she hated your cousin, who you've basically told her you worship. She'd tell me if she hated him, only if you ask though. She wouldn't want to upset you, and she thinks that she might. You know she doesn't like him and she must know that you know that. But will she tell the truth or say what she thinks won't upset you? *
"Lanna, you must think I'm blind when it concerns you. I see the looks the two of you give each other. Neither of you can stand to be in the same room as the other! What about earlier tonight at dinner? You seemed terrified! Can't you tell me?" he said getting upset.
"We can stand to be in the same room as each other. You have no idea what he's like! You've forbidden me to say anything against him remember?" she said getting out of bed and taking the blanket from the chair and going to her own room, tears slowly flowing down her cheeks.
Jon waited a few moments and followed her to her room. She was lying on her side with her back to the door. He moved and sat down next to her on the bed. He put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off quickly.
"Lanna, why'd you leave?" he said trying to catch her eyes. He saw that she was crying and gently stroked them away. She rolled over onto her back to speak to him.
"Because I'd end up saying something about him that would get you mad and you wouldn't speak to me for days about it."
"I've been wanting to ask you this for years but, well I didn't really want to know the answer. Just in case what you said was true, but what made you suspect him? I mean there must have been more to what you said about the Ysandir, how he told me to go there." She looked away. "Answer me, please?" he asked softly turning her head back to face him gently. Her eyes pleaded him not to let her answer it. "I need to know."
She looked away and Jon thought she was going to refuse again. "It was during the Sweating Sickness, when you got sick everyone was saying if only Roger was here, he's the only one who can save us all. Then I got a letter from Thom. He was saying that they had heard about it up at the City, and that there was speculation over who did it. They made a list. The list was three names long. Then when I met him, there was something about him. Thom also said that he is well known in the City about foiling young sorcerers careers, some never seen again. I remember when he called all of us into see him before we left for Persopolis and I remember him playing with that jewel and getting sleepy. I pinched myself to wake up and he was talking just to you and everybody else in the room was out of it then just seemed to snap back. Then there are lots of other suspicious things. He has us followed into the city and has Thom spied on. He had to act like a complete idiot so no one would expect him to be any good at magic.
Think about what Roger would gain with you dead in several years? You're the only direct person in line to the throne then it goes to Roger doesn't it? The third cousins don't have as much of a claim as him. That would make him the new heir. Have you ever thought about it that way? He is trying to KILL YOU!" she hissed at him. He drew back stunned at what she had just said.
"If you've known that for almost 6 years then why haven't you said something before?" She looked hurt at what he said thinking he didn't believe her. But he was thinking it through and just wanting answers. He was only angry with her for not saying something earlier.
"Because you don't just go around accusing one of the most powerful men in the world, who will make everybody think you are crazy and have you hanged for treason for accusing him. I don't have any evidence, not proper, only things that have worn off and I've been the only witness sometimes. Do you really think they'd believe me, someone who talks to their cat and he's the King's nephew in case you've forgotten? Would they believe me apposed to him, who could put spells on their families, kill them, their families and make them all believe him anyway? He has basically admitted to me of wanting you dead. When he tried to get me on his side once," she paused looking down away from him and fiddling with the edge of the blanket. He took her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position and lifted her head to look at him.
"What happened?"
"He asked if we were friends, I stupidly told him no, then he asked if we were enemies. I asked him to tell me. He knew I suspected him but neither of us had ever come out and said it. How could we without me ending up dead? He's tried but it's never succeeded. He said he could be a very good friend. But I said, I had no wish to make him my enemy; I want to die old asleep in my bed. Which I do. He said I could get that if we were friends and many things could be mine. I asked him if I could get the same reassurance that my other friends could have the same chance and that I doubted that was his aim. He shrugged after a while and said, "I see. Thus, as long as you feel this way, we will be…" I told him less than friends. Then after a few more minutes of talking, he left and the fog came up and then that's when they got me and I woke up on the other side of the river."
Ah, it got too long so I will finish this in the next part. What will Jon say? Here's the other part. Thanks to all the reviewers, I appreciate getting reviews they can be good or bad, in answer to some ones question. They were joking though and so am I, I'm only to get good ones. I got enough reviews this time so you get another part up! If you want the next part up then I've to get…(I'm going to aim high) 20 reviews. It's nice to see that I have a new reader (Sophie) and some people actually like it! If you review and you are a new reader I will mention you. And I do have a plot now, you know? I've had one for a while it may not seem like it but I do.