Alanna stumbled farther away from Roger. The pool of blood on the
floor was spreading from underneath the body. She dropped to her knees;
Lightening fell with a clang in the now silent Throne Room. Alanna's hands
were now bleeding profoundly, the pain in her arm almost unbearable.
Her head swam with wariness, the silence in the room oppressive, the pain in her hands and arms agonizing. It was all just too much for her; her ordeal, killing Roger, everyone knowing the truth, the looks on her loved ones faces and those she didn't know.
He saw her fall on her knees looking at Roger's body in disbelief. It was finally over, she had killed him. The man who had put her through so much over the years, where she could only tell a few people for fear of her life. Afraid that he'll find out her secret and reveal her to so many, kill those she holds dear and almost succeeded. She had looked at him through the crowds helplessly. To have done this infront of the whole Court was the worst outcome she could have imagined. She hated people taking notice of her especial something like this.
Then, she wavered and fell to the side collapsing in a heap. He was one of the first to reach her. He knelt down beside her taking his hand in his, "'Lanna, come on wake up!" Thom was right behind him.
"Let me see him-her," Duke Baird was almost as quick to get to Alanna as Jon and Thom. Jon pulled his hand away from her as he let Duke Baird next to her. He moved rather reluctantly. He saw his hand was stained red with blood as he brought it away from his lover's side. He showed it to Duke Baird.
Jonathan risked a brief glance at his cousin's body. Looking as though he was asleep. He wasn't, he knew that of course but it just didn't seem real. He turned back to Alanna, the woman he loved.
"Will you carry her for me please?"
"Of course," Jonathan bent down and picked Alanna up in his arms. She looked like Roger, asleep. He glanced between the two of them. "Is she alright?"
"Yes, she'll be fine in a couple of days. She's just been through a lot that's all. I'll sort out everything at the Infirmary once we get there."
"What about-?" Jonathan looked down Roger where he was lying. No one quite knew what to do about the so-called traitor.
"I'll handle it," Baird told him quietly. "I think it's best if we go to the infirmary first though." Jonathan shifted his hold on Alanna before walking out of the Throne Room with Duke Baird.
A day later.
"You're awake!" Jonathan remarked relieved.
"What-where am I?" Alanna was lying on a hospital bed once more.
"You're in the infirmary. I'll go and get Baird. He told me to come and get him if you woke up." Jonathan rose from his chair next to her and went and got Duke Baird.
"Ah, you're awake finally." Alanna smiled groggily. "Jonathan could you please wait outside."
"I'll go tell people that you're awake." Jonathan left the room. Baird sat on the side of the bed and took her wrist.
"How are you feeling?" She made a face. "I for one can say I was very surprised. It also made a lot of sense. I was never really allowed that near you were I? Which was why." Alanna looked at him with a confused look on her face. "You don't remember?" Alanna frowned. Then the memory came back to her and the look of anguish on her face.
"I do. Just not here."
"You collapsed."
"Why?"
"It got too much for you and you just collapsed. I'm going to keep you in for a couple of days. Give you some time away from the rest of the palace. Then if you want you can go and hide in your rooms. Do you want me to send them in now?"
"No, I don't want to see any of them."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. Do you want me to get you some books?"
"That would be nice thank you. It'd save me going crazy."
"I'm afraid at the moment though they'll only be the ones that I've got in the infirmary. I don't have anytime at the moment to go and get any from a libraery till the end of the day."
"That's ok. I might actually learn something from them." He smiled kindly at her getting up. "Rest though."
"Is it ok for us to go in now?"
"No, she needs to rest."
"We won't stay long."
"I'm sorry, there's too many of you anyway."
"Then could you let us go in one by one?"
"She's exhausted and she's not up for visitors."
"Two minutes, please?"
"I'm sorry, tomorrow maybe."
"Your Grace what's the real reason?"
"Jonathan that is the real reason."
"No it's not."
"She doesn't want any visitors."
"She doesn't want to see us?"
"Not at the moment. I don't think she's up to seeing any one at the moment."
"When will she?"
"It's up to her and if we've finished here you're all clogging up my Infirmary. If you want to see her, which probably won't be for a while then wait in the waiting room.
Alanna lay in the bed listening to Duke Baird speak to Jonathan, Gary, Raoul, Thom and Myles. She couldn't face them not yet. She could hear them all leaving, Baird had got rid of them.
Rolling onto her side and pulling the blankets up to her neck she let the tears come. The looks on their faces coming back to her now. Looking at her as though she was a monster. Before crying herself into a restless slumber.
Her head swam with wariness, the silence in the room oppressive, the pain in her hands and arms agonizing. It was all just too much for her; her ordeal, killing Roger, everyone knowing the truth, the looks on her loved ones faces and those she didn't know.
He saw her fall on her knees looking at Roger's body in disbelief. It was finally over, she had killed him. The man who had put her through so much over the years, where she could only tell a few people for fear of her life. Afraid that he'll find out her secret and reveal her to so many, kill those she holds dear and almost succeeded. She had looked at him through the crowds helplessly. To have done this infront of the whole Court was the worst outcome she could have imagined. She hated people taking notice of her especial something like this.
Then, she wavered and fell to the side collapsing in a heap. He was one of the first to reach her. He knelt down beside her taking his hand in his, "'Lanna, come on wake up!" Thom was right behind him.
"Let me see him-her," Duke Baird was almost as quick to get to Alanna as Jon and Thom. Jon pulled his hand away from her as he let Duke Baird next to her. He moved rather reluctantly. He saw his hand was stained red with blood as he brought it away from his lover's side. He showed it to Duke Baird.
Jonathan risked a brief glance at his cousin's body. Looking as though he was asleep. He wasn't, he knew that of course but it just didn't seem real. He turned back to Alanna, the woman he loved.
"Will you carry her for me please?"
"Of course," Jonathan bent down and picked Alanna up in his arms. She looked like Roger, asleep. He glanced between the two of them. "Is she alright?"
"Yes, she'll be fine in a couple of days. She's just been through a lot that's all. I'll sort out everything at the Infirmary once we get there."
"What about-?" Jonathan looked down Roger where he was lying. No one quite knew what to do about the so-called traitor.
"I'll handle it," Baird told him quietly. "I think it's best if we go to the infirmary first though." Jonathan shifted his hold on Alanna before walking out of the Throne Room with Duke Baird.
A day later.
"You're awake!" Jonathan remarked relieved.
"What-where am I?" Alanna was lying on a hospital bed once more.
"You're in the infirmary. I'll go and get Baird. He told me to come and get him if you woke up." Jonathan rose from his chair next to her and went and got Duke Baird.
"Ah, you're awake finally." Alanna smiled groggily. "Jonathan could you please wait outside."
"I'll go tell people that you're awake." Jonathan left the room. Baird sat on the side of the bed and took her wrist.
"How are you feeling?" She made a face. "I for one can say I was very surprised. It also made a lot of sense. I was never really allowed that near you were I? Which was why." Alanna looked at him with a confused look on her face. "You don't remember?" Alanna frowned. Then the memory came back to her and the look of anguish on her face.
"I do. Just not here."
"You collapsed."
"Why?"
"It got too much for you and you just collapsed. I'm going to keep you in for a couple of days. Give you some time away from the rest of the palace. Then if you want you can go and hide in your rooms. Do you want me to send them in now?"
"No, I don't want to see any of them."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. Do you want me to get you some books?"
"That would be nice thank you. It'd save me going crazy."
"I'm afraid at the moment though they'll only be the ones that I've got in the infirmary. I don't have anytime at the moment to go and get any from a libraery till the end of the day."
"That's ok. I might actually learn something from them." He smiled kindly at her getting up. "Rest though."
"Is it ok for us to go in now?"
"No, she needs to rest."
"We won't stay long."
"I'm sorry, there's too many of you anyway."
"Then could you let us go in one by one?"
"She's exhausted and she's not up for visitors."
"Two minutes, please?"
"I'm sorry, tomorrow maybe."
"Your Grace what's the real reason?"
"Jonathan that is the real reason."
"No it's not."
"She doesn't want any visitors."
"She doesn't want to see us?"
"Not at the moment. I don't think she's up to seeing any one at the moment."
"When will she?"
"It's up to her and if we've finished here you're all clogging up my Infirmary. If you want to see her, which probably won't be for a while then wait in the waiting room.
Alanna lay in the bed listening to Duke Baird speak to Jonathan, Gary, Raoul, Thom and Myles. She couldn't face them not yet. She could hear them all leaving, Baird had got rid of them.
Rolling onto her side and pulling the blankets up to her neck she let the tears come. The looks on their faces coming back to her now. Looking at her as though she was a monster. Before crying herself into a restless slumber.