A/N: I'm very sorry! I haven't updated for how long? I've been very busy.
First I went on two holidays (both in England, one with my mum, one with my
dad, so no I'm not rich!), then I started year 9. Then we got a new
computer. Then I started Kung Fu. Now I'm being attacked with homework,
options and a cold. Tomorrow I've got a basketball match and Kung Fu so I
have to do all my homework tonight! I actually started writing this before
Christmas, but got writers block. Although because of it I now know exactly
what's going to happen and written the beginning of another two fics.
Disclaimer: I don't look like Tammy, sound like Tammy, write like Tammy, live in America like Tammy or have 20 popular books to my name. Therefore, I'm not Tammy and Tammy owns all.
"How?" Georges voice was a deathly whisper as he gave the king a look that could kill a man at ten paces. "How does she know?" Jon's eyes flickered up to meet the angry mans in front of him before they settled on the desk he sat at. He stood. "Derron!" he yelled and a boy hurried into the room, bowing hastily. "Yes, my Lord?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. The poor boy was not used to royalty, let alone royalty in such a foul mood as the king before him was in. " Get Sirs Raoul, Gareth, Myles, Dukes Gareth, Baird and the lord provost in here immediately." Jonathon barked. Derrons eyes went wide. To disturb such important people from their sleep? Jon seemed to know what he was thinking. "I don't care if they're asleep! Wake them and tell them it's urgent!" The boy scurried from the room, like a dog with a tail between its legs, with the two outraged men glaring after him.
One by one the requested people came into the room. All were half asleep. All that is, except Raoul who was used to being woken at odd hours of the night. So he was the only one to notice the bad moods his king and friend were in. A mood only one person could put either of them in. "It's Alanna, isn't it?" he asked. Suddenly the whole room was awake.
(A/N: I can't be bothered with the whole realising what's happened thing. I'll bore you and me.)
Alanna was woken from her slumber by a loud banging on her door. She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. "Alanna of Pirates Swoop, I know you're awake!" came the familiar cry of Maude. Maude, stood outside the door to the master bedroom of the Pirates Swoop castle, heard a muffled yell of something that would make a soldier blush. Maude glared at the door in front of her. "Young lady, I'll not stand for such language!" she called. There was a rustling on the other side of the oak door. The oak moved to reveal a disgruntled redhead. "I am neither young nor a lady and I'll speak as I wish," she replied pertly," What?" Maude looked calmly at the woman in front of her. "There is a sending for you in the fire." "Tell whoever it is they can go shove a pineapple up their arse and wait 'till dawn." Alanna smiled sweetly. "In a more polite manner of course." Maude sniffed. "I did. They say they'll speak to you now or you won't get any sleep for the rest of the night." The lioness growled and returned to the bed. She pulled back the bed sheets to see a swarm of spiders crawling around. Alanna stiffened. She did not care that this was just an illusion; she would never be able to sleep until it was taken away. Pulling the dressing gown tighter around herself, she stalked from the room muttering about unnecessary pranks. Alanna looked at Maude. "Fine," she snapped as Maude hid a smile behind her hand.
Alanna sat in a comfy armchair by the fire. Without looking at it she yelled, "Get rid of those Gods cursed spiders! NOW!" Several familiar chuckles came from the fire. "Yes, we thought that might make you talk." Alanna turned and glared at the king's face in the fire. "What do you want?" she snapped. All the faces of the council were visible in the fire. Alanna kept her eyes averted from a particular ex-rouges. That was all she had to do. Don't look at George and you'll be fine. Just don't look at Him Alanna thought franticly. "We understand how you got away and why you went, but we still don't know how you found out," Jon replied in his diplomats voice. An amused smile appeared on her face. "Some people just have no brains," she responded happily. "I'm sure you, Jon, will remember asking *dear *cousin Gary to have a late night chat with our good old friend the knight commander about the Kings Own going to Port Legann about..um... five days ago now." Alanna was getting immense pleasure out of this and wouldn't let them forget it. "Just as I'm sure George," Alannas smile faltered. She hoped none saw but they all did. Alanna continued, "will recall waking up that night to find his wife was not in bed," she hasn't been there for two nights now! She thought angry with herself, "and upon returning telling him she had gone for something to eat," Alanna said slowly as if they were all dumb." Do the poor people understand now," she asked, seeing plainly from their faces they did. Out the corner of her eye she saw Raoul punch Gary lightly and heard "I TOLD you I heard something. Just the wind eh?" Gary looked exceedingly sheepish. Alanna grinned at them. And that was when she made the mistake of looking into George's eyes.
Immediately then grin faded and was replaced by a look of guilt and pleading. George gave her a half smile. "I'm not angry, lass, if that be what you're thinking," he said softly. Alanna smiled at him. Even four years as a noble couldn't wipe the common from his voice. "Just-" Alanna cut him off. "Please don't George. Don't make it any harder than it already is," Alannas hand passed so quickly beneath her left eye that if you blinked you'd miss it. Alanna had perfected this move after the coronation battle so that only those closest to her would know she had just wiped away a tear. Only George and Jon saw it. "I have to protect these people. They're part of the country I swore to protect. I can't just do nothing when Tortall is in danger," Alanna said, defiance (© (A/N: Don't ask)) filling her amethyst eyes once again. "I'm going and nothing any of you say will stop me," Alanna said thrusting her chin out. George and Jon shared a grimace. They knew that chin thrust all to well. There was no point in arguing. They would not win. George sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Fine, but I'm coming down with the Own," he said. Raoul spoke up. "I don't suppose you'd wait at Pirate-," Alanna gave him the look. "I guess not," he finished.
The friends chatted for a while longer before Alanna cut off the connection and returned to bed. Thankfully the spiders had gone. Alanna slipped happily back under the covers. Something wet and squishy hit her leg. "JONATHON OF CONTE, I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!"
A/N: You people likey? Can someone please tell me how to get italics? I have no idea. I don't think I'll be updating again for a while but I'll try my best. It should be up in the next two weeks. I'll even write it on my hand.
QueenFrosteen: I would NEVER even THINK about making this an A/J. I can't stand the ones where Alanna leaves George. Well, they ARE good, but I just can't take it. Alanna and George are just meant for each other. As to your other question, it's not angst yet and won't be for a while, but it will be in the future. Thanks for reviewing!
Keita Windwoods, Shang Serpent, Assasin Extraordinaire, Doer of All Things Dishonourable, Keeper of Snakes, Lady Poisoner, and Informat For All Reasons: I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!!!!!!. I'll update as soon as I can! I'm over nasty blockyness now so it wont be long. Glad you like. Please tell me what you think of this chapter. As if you couldn't tell I just read your bio. I'm writing a K/J at the moment. The first chappie should be up soon. Please read it. It's gonna be different. I hope. Go you! You belong to about the only religion type thing that I know of that respects the Earth. Good Luck!
Disclaimer: I don't look like Tammy, sound like Tammy, write like Tammy, live in America like Tammy or have 20 popular books to my name. Therefore, I'm not Tammy and Tammy owns all.
"How?" Georges voice was a deathly whisper as he gave the king a look that could kill a man at ten paces. "How does she know?" Jon's eyes flickered up to meet the angry mans in front of him before they settled on the desk he sat at. He stood. "Derron!" he yelled and a boy hurried into the room, bowing hastily. "Yes, my Lord?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. The poor boy was not used to royalty, let alone royalty in such a foul mood as the king before him was in. " Get Sirs Raoul, Gareth, Myles, Dukes Gareth, Baird and the lord provost in here immediately." Jonathon barked. Derrons eyes went wide. To disturb such important people from their sleep? Jon seemed to know what he was thinking. "I don't care if they're asleep! Wake them and tell them it's urgent!" The boy scurried from the room, like a dog with a tail between its legs, with the two outraged men glaring after him.
One by one the requested people came into the room. All were half asleep. All that is, except Raoul who was used to being woken at odd hours of the night. So he was the only one to notice the bad moods his king and friend were in. A mood only one person could put either of them in. "It's Alanna, isn't it?" he asked. Suddenly the whole room was awake.
(A/N: I can't be bothered with the whole realising what's happened thing. I'll bore you and me.)
Alanna was woken from her slumber by a loud banging on her door. She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. "Alanna of Pirates Swoop, I know you're awake!" came the familiar cry of Maude. Maude, stood outside the door to the master bedroom of the Pirates Swoop castle, heard a muffled yell of something that would make a soldier blush. Maude glared at the door in front of her. "Young lady, I'll not stand for such language!" she called. There was a rustling on the other side of the oak door. The oak moved to reveal a disgruntled redhead. "I am neither young nor a lady and I'll speak as I wish," she replied pertly," What?" Maude looked calmly at the woman in front of her. "There is a sending for you in the fire." "Tell whoever it is they can go shove a pineapple up their arse and wait 'till dawn." Alanna smiled sweetly. "In a more polite manner of course." Maude sniffed. "I did. They say they'll speak to you now or you won't get any sleep for the rest of the night." The lioness growled and returned to the bed. She pulled back the bed sheets to see a swarm of spiders crawling around. Alanna stiffened. She did not care that this was just an illusion; she would never be able to sleep until it was taken away. Pulling the dressing gown tighter around herself, she stalked from the room muttering about unnecessary pranks. Alanna looked at Maude. "Fine," she snapped as Maude hid a smile behind her hand.
Alanna sat in a comfy armchair by the fire. Without looking at it she yelled, "Get rid of those Gods cursed spiders! NOW!" Several familiar chuckles came from the fire. "Yes, we thought that might make you talk." Alanna turned and glared at the king's face in the fire. "What do you want?" she snapped. All the faces of the council were visible in the fire. Alanna kept her eyes averted from a particular ex-rouges. That was all she had to do. Don't look at George and you'll be fine. Just don't look at Him Alanna thought franticly. "We understand how you got away and why you went, but we still don't know how you found out," Jon replied in his diplomats voice. An amused smile appeared on her face. "Some people just have no brains," she responded happily. "I'm sure you, Jon, will remember asking *dear *cousin Gary to have a late night chat with our good old friend the knight commander about the Kings Own going to Port Legann about..um... five days ago now." Alanna was getting immense pleasure out of this and wouldn't let them forget it. "Just as I'm sure George," Alannas smile faltered. She hoped none saw but they all did. Alanna continued, "will recall waking up that night to find his wife was not in bed," she hasn't been there for two nights now! She thought angry with herself, "and upon returning telling him she had gone for something to eat," Alanna said slowly as if they were all dumb." Do the poor people understand now," she asked, seeing plainly from their faces they did. Out the corner of her eye she saw Raoul punch Gary lightly and heard "I TOLD you I heard something. Just the wind eh?" Gary looked exceedingly sheepish. Alanna grinned at them. And that was when she made the mistake of looking into George's eyes.
Immediately then grin faded and was replaced by a look of guilt and pleading. George gave her a half smile. "I'm not angry, lass, if that be what you're thinking," he said softly. Alanna smiled at him. Even four years as a noble couldn't wipe the common from his voice. "Just-" Alanna cut him off. "Please don't George. Don't make it any harder than it already is," Alannas hand passed so quickly beneath her left eye that if you blinked you'd miss it. Alanna had perfected this move after the coronation battle so that only those closest to her would know she had just wiped away a tear. Only George and Jon saw it. "I have to protect these people. They're part of the country I swore to protect. I can't just do nothing when Tortall is in danger," Alanna said, defiance (© (A/N: Don't ask)) filling her amethyst eyes once again. "I'm going and nothing any of you say will stop me," Alanna said thrusting her chin out. George and Jon shared a grimace. They knew that chin thrust all to well. There was no point in arguing. They would not win. George sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Fine, but I'm coming down with the Own," he said. Raoul spoke up. "I don't suppose you'd wait at Pirate-," Alanna gave him the look. "I guess not," he finished.
The friends chatted for a while longer before Alanna cut off the connection and returned to bed. Thankfully the spiders had gone. Alanna slipped happily back under the covers. Something wet and squishy hit her leg. "JONATHON OF CONTE, I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!"
A/N: You people likey? Can someone please tell me how to get italics? I have no idea. I don't think I'll be updating again for a while but I'll try my best. It should be up in the next two weeks. I'll even write it on my hand.
QueenFrosteen: I would NEVER even THINK about making this an A/J. I can't stand the ones where Alanna leaves George. Well, they ARE good, but I just can't take it. Alanna and George are just meant for each other. As to your other question, it's not angst yet and won't be for a while, but it will be in the future. Thanks for reviewing!
Keita Windwoods, Shang Serpent, Assasin Extraordinaire, Doer of All Things Dishonourable, Keeper of Snakes, Lady Poisoner, and Informat For All Reasons: I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!!!!!!. I'll update as soon as I can! I'm over nasty blockyness now so it wont be long. Glad you like. Please tell me what you think of this chapter. As if you couldn't tell I just read your bio. I'm writing a K/J at the moment. The first chappie should be up soon. Please read it. It's gonna be different. I hope. Go you! You belong to about the only religion type thing that I know of that respects the Earth. Good Luck!