Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except for a few I've made
up like Korak, Salma and Ternasa. So plz! Don't report me to the police or
anything!~
A/N: This is my first fanfic! So b nice n R+R! Thanks for evry1 who did! You guyz really made my day! To be truthful, I go for a/j.. but I want to see wat evry1 else said first! I know that my Alanna isn't that quarrelsome as the other's in the other fanfics, but I reckon that some ppl have made her toooo stubborn, I mean, she's a lady now, 6 yrs at the convent would've changed her a little wouldn't'it?? Soz if any of u dun agree with me, tell me if u dun. I dun really care. Newayz this is my next chapter!~ VERY LONG
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER THREE~ THE FEAST
Alanna paced around her room in the hot afternoon. Gosh I'm so scared, she thought giddily, what's the matter with me? I've never felt like this even when I had to take my sewing tests and all that. Why does one feast make me so scared?
Maude looked at her, puzzled. She's also never seen Alanna this nervous before. "Alanna." She said
The red head almost jumped up in fright. "Ye-ye-yes." She trembled.
Maude smiled encouragingly. "Don't worry, you'll do just fine. No-one will hate you if that's what you're worried about."
Alanna sat on the bed and took a deep breath. "I'm not sure. I think that's what I'm worried about, but-but-." She shook her head. "I've never ever cared about what people thought of me. Why would I care now?" Then she remembered. Didn't she say that she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of her brother? And she's never been good at anything at the convent except for the little lessons she's had with Korak, but all those things were unlady like. Nobody expected a woman to know how to use a sword or fight or any of those things.
"Trust me, you'll be fine, just as long as you don't fall over when you're wearing those heels," Maude joked.
Alanna laughed. "I guess so. I just don't want anyone to think badly of my brother because of me."
"You really like your brother don't you?" Maude asked, even though she knew the answer.
"I love him, and would trust him with my life." She answered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The feast day: She stepped into the dining hall. It was the most beautiful thing that she's ever seen. There were highly polished golden tables and seats. The carpet was a white colour and the lights were spectacular. It was so bright and cheerful.
But the whole scene was ruined with the people. Rich nobles and knights were seated here and there. She knew eventually she'll be forced to talk to them in the feast and then she'll have to marry one who fancies her. Goddess, why can't girls just be left alone? She thought. Why do we all have to get married? What is the point of it? There's enough women who want to marry and have children to increase the population. But thinking of it only made her feel worse, so she pushed it to the side of her mind to think about later, after all, didn't she say that it wouldn't be too bad?
"How goes all lady Alanna?" a cheerful Raoul bowed.
Alanna curtsied. "Very well sir, you?"
"Fine-fine. But I'll be better if a pretty lady like you comes to sit next to Thom and us."
"That will be a pleasure." She curtsied again, feeling a whole lot better. At least now she knows she'll have someone to sit next to and better, with her brother.
Raoul gave her his arm whilst she put hers' around his. "You look absolutely stunning. I feel as if I don't deserve to have such a beauty stand next to-"
A voice broke his talk. "Alanna!" She turned around and saw Salma. She was wearing a green short-cut dress and she looked pretty with face paint.
They hugged each other. "Salma! I haven't seen you all these days at the convent. Where've you been?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you!" Salma exclaimed.
Raoul butted in. "And who might you be, fair lady?" He kneeled down and kissed her hand.
Salma blushed, whilst Alanna scowled at Raoul. "Is that what you are like to all ladies?" She asked.
Raoul grinned. "All ladies are beautiful in my eyes. Now, Salma." He turned his attention to her. "Would you like to come and sit with my friends and I, that is if Alanna doesn't object." He looked at her.
She smiled. "Of course I don't."
The three of them walked to a table in the middle. There, seated were Thom, Gary, Jon and the monarchs next to Jon. But a girl was seated in front of Jon and to her disgust it turned out to be Delia.
The three men greeted her heartedly. Then she introduced them to Salma. "I would like you all to meet my friend lady Salma of Whitehorn."
Thom gazed at her. Alanna knew why. She's seen it with all men. He was in love with her already. Who wouldn't? Salma was very pretty.
"Well, I hope that you'll all talk happily because I'll be leaving now. Good night." Alanna was scared to talk to these men in front of Delia. If she made a fool of herself then Delia will definitely make sure her life was like hell in the convent or she'll cook up a story for the guys, saying that she was hit in the head when she were small or something and no-one would like her anymore.
"So soon?" a familiar voice sounded. She turned around and saw that it belonged to Prince Jonathon. "I was hoping you could come and eat with us." He did look very disappointed.
"Oh." Alanna had to make up a story, and fast. "I-I-I.." she stammered.
"No excuses Alanna my dear." Thom said grabbing her arm and yanking her into a seat between him and Jon.
Alanna sighed. There was no way out now. She would have to face the whole feast with Delia seated so close to her.
"Alanna." Salma whispered to her
She looked up, trying to at least, look happy.
Salma pointed a finger at Delia and pulled a disgusted face. Alanna smiled. "I know." She whispered back. "That's why I really wanted to eat. I think I'd spew if I eat this close to her."
"Lady Alanna." Jon said, breaking the talk. "I hope you've met Delia, have you?"
She threw a contemptuous look at her, when no-one was looking and turned her attention to Jon. "Yes your highness. I have."
"That's good. And you, is it Salma my lady?" Salma looked up, startled that the prince addressed her.
"Yes your highness." She managed to pipe out.
Jon smiled but it disappeared and was replaced by a puzzled look when the three girls were looking at each other as if they were poison. Everyone was looking at them. Including the queen and king.
Delia looked up to find the prince staring at her, puzzled. "Jon. We don't have much of an understanding, but as a true lady I would live with them for the whole feast."
The monarchs smiled at Delia. She looked very smug, and Alanna was very sure that they were saying how much of a lady she was.
"My prince." Alanna said courteously. "Have you met Delia before?"
He looked at her. The look was so attractive that it warmed Alanna's whole heart up. "Yes. Her family and mine are friends and she visits us almost every summer holiday."
She looked at Delia and saw that she was grinning evilly at her. "Oh." She answered back. She knew she sounded stupid, but there really was nothing to say to that comment, and didn't talk until the feast started.
Whenever someone was trying to engage her into a conversation she would either nod or shake her head and when the question wasn't a yes or no question she'd just smile and continue eating. She felt really sad for some reason.
Am I in love with someone already? She thought. The prince? Why am I such a ninny? But then again, anybody can fall in love with him. After all, he was a prince and he was also very, very handsome.
She decided to leave early as she really couldn't stand Delia flirting with him. "If you would excuse me," she muttered and left for the door. She was very sure that she was probably the first to leave, but she didn't care about manners anymore.
She went outside of the palace and sat on a bench, whilst enjoying the moonlight.
"Hello my lady." A voice said. She turned around and saw a very handsome man, with broad shoulders and a very attractive face. But there was something that she didn't like about him. She didn't know what it was, but it had to be something, it was like an aura around him that kept her from liking him. In fact, she felt like she hated him.
"Hello." She answered awkwardly, without getting up and curtseying.
"Who might you be? No, let me guess.." He had a very masculinely musical voice. "Thom's sister of course. The physical differences between you two are absolutely unbelievable. Imagine that, 100% twins." He laughed.
But she didn't join in with his joke. "Who are you?" She questioned rudely.
"Me? Just a beggar trying to impress a beautiful lady such as yourself." he smiled warmly at her, even though she knew that the smile never reached his eyes.
When she didn't reply but only stared at him dumbly did he answer the question properly. "I am Duke Roger of Conte, cousin of Prince Jonathan."
She blinked stupidly. At last she remembered she was supposed to say something, "I - I - I have to go now." She stammered. "Pleasure - to - to - meet you."
"Pleasure here too sweet lady." He bent down to kiss her hand timidly before strolling away.
At last she could sigh a relief. Why did I not like him? She thought. If I were a proper lady I would've thought of him as drop dead gorgeous, but I don't. I feel as if I really hate him. Oh well, she pushed another thought to the back of her mind. I'll think about all this when I meet him again.
Then she remembered she was supposed to be meeting the prince, but she thought of him again and thought that it was very unlikely, besides he didn't want to talk to her anymore when she had a beauty and a flirt such as Delia by his side.
She sighed, and started her walk back to her rooms. But when she was crossing the stables she saw a light there she wasn't sure what it was, if there was a fire she had better warn everybody shouldn't' she? So Alanna walked into the stables to check if it were fire.
This is strange, she thought after she entered the stables. There are no animals around here. What happened to all of them? Her attention didn't last long on that subject before turning onto the light in the centre. She could've sworn that she would've screamed. But she had never done that ever, and she didn't.
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A/N: hehe, I no I no I no.. Im so evil! Leaving it there, but I've given you a very long one this time. It keeps getting longer doesn't it? That's really weird, Well, R+R, the more I get, the more effort ill put into the stories k?
A/N: This is my first fanfic! So b nice n R+R! Thanks for evry1 who did! You guyz really made my day! To be truthful, I go for a/j.. but I want to see wat evry1 else said first! I know that my Alanna isn't that quarrelsome as the other's in the other fanfics, but I reckon that some ppl have made her toooo stubborn, I mean, she's a lady now, 6 yrs at the convent would've changed her a little wouldn't'it?? Soz if any of u dun agree with me, tell me if u dun. I dun really care. Newayz this is my next chapter!~ VERY LONG
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER THREE~ THE FEAST
Alanna paced around her room in the hot afternoon. Gosh I'm so scared, she thought giddily, what's the matter with me? I've never felt like this even when I had to take my sewing tests and all that. Why does one feast make me so scared?
Maude looked at her, puzzled. She's also never seen Alanna this nervous before. "Alanna." She said
The red head almost jumped up in fright. "Ye-ye-yes." She trembled.
Maude smiled encouragingly. "Don't worry, you'll do just fine. No-one will hate you if that's what you're worried about."
Alanna sat on the bed and took a deep breath. "I'm not sure. I think that's what I'm worried about, but-but-." She shook her head. "I've never ever cared about what people thought of me. Why would I care now?" Then she remembered. Didn't she say that she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of her brother? And she's never been good at anything at the convent except for the little lessons she's had with Korak, but all those things were unlady like. Nobody expected a woman to know how to use a sword or fight or any of those things.
"Trust me, you'll be fine, just as long as you don't fall over when you're wearing those heels," Maude joked.
Alanna laughed. "I guess so. I just don't want anyone to think badly of my brother because of me."
"You really like your brother don't you?" Maude asked, even though she knew the answer.
"I love him, and would trust him with my life." She answered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The feast day: She stepped into the dining hall. It was the most beautiful thing that she's ever seen. There were highly polished golden tables and seats. The carpet was a white colour and the lights were spectacular. It was so bright and cheerful.
But the whole scene was ruined with the people. Rich nobles and knights were seated here and there. She knew eventually she'll be forced to talk to them in the feast and then she'll have to marry one who fancies her. Goddess, why can't girls just be left alone? She thought. Why do we all have to get married? What is the point of it? There's enough women who want to marry and have children to increase the population. But thinking of it only made her feel worse, so she pushed it to the side of her mind to think about later, after all, didn't she say that it wouldn't be too bad?
"How goes all lady Alanna?" a cheerful Raoul bowed.
Alanna curtsied. "Very well sir, you?"
"Fine-fine. But I'll be better if a pretty lady like you comes to sit next to Thom and us."
"That will be a pleasure." She curtsied again, feeling a whole lot better. At least now she knows she'll have someone to sit next to and better, with her brother.
Raoul gave her his arm whilst she put hers' around his. "You look absolutely stunning. I feel as if I don't deserve to have such a beauty stand next to-"
A voice broke his talk. "Alanna!" She turned around and saw Salma. She was wearing a green short-cut dress and she looked pretty with face paint.
They hugged each other. "Salma! I haven't seen you all these days at the convent. Where've you been?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you!" Salma exclaimed.
Raoul butted in. "And who might you be, fair lady?" He kneeled down and kissed her hand.
Salma blushed, whilst Alanna scowled at Raoul. "Is that what you are like to all ladies?" She asked.
Raoul grinned. "All ladies are beautiful in my eyes. Now, Salma." He turned his attention to her. "Would you like to come and sit with my friends and I, that is if Alanna doesn't object." He looked at her.
She smiled. "Of course I don't."
The three of them walked to a table in the middle. There, seated were Thom, Gary, Jon and the monarchs next to Jon. But a girl was seated in front of Jon and to her disgust it turned out to be Delia.
The three men greeted her heartedly. Then she introduced them to Salma. "I would like you all to meet my friend lady Salma of Whitehorn."
Thom gazed at her. Alanna knew why. She's seen it with all men. He was in love with her already. Who wouldn't? Salma was very pretty.
"Well, I hope that you'll all talk happily because I'll be leaving now. Good night." Alanna was scared to talk to these men in front of Delia. If she made a fool of herself then Delia will definitely make sure her life was like hell in the convent or she'll cook up a story for the guys, saying that she was hit in the head when she were small or something and no-one would like her anymore.
"So soon?" a familiar voice sounded. She turned around and saw that it belonged to Prince Jonathon. "I was hoping you could come and eat with us." He did look very disappointed.
"Oh." Alanna had to make up a story, and fast. "I-I-I.." she stammered.
"No excuses Alanna my dear." Thom said grabbing her arm and yanking her into a seat between him and Jon.
Alanna sighed. There was no way out now. She would have to face the whole feast with Delia seated so close to her.
"Alanna." Salma whispered to her
She looked up, trying to at least, look happy.
Salma pointed a finger at Delia and pulled a disgusted face. Alanna smiled. "I know." She whispered back. "That's why I really wanted to eat. I think I'd spew if I eat this close to her."
"Lady Alanna." Jon said, breaking the talk. "I hope you've met Delia, have you?"
She threw a contemptuous look at her, when no-one was looking and turned her attention to Jon. "Yes your highness. I have."
"That's good. And you, is it Salma my lady?" Salma looked up, startled that the prince addressed her.
"Yes your highness." She managed to pipe out.
Jon smiled but it disappeared and was replaced by a puzzled look when the three girls were looking at each other as if they were poison. Everyone was looking at them. Including the queen and king.
Delia looked up to find the prince staring at her, puzzled. "Jon. We don't have much of an understanding, but as a true lady I would live with them for the whole feast."
The monarchs smiled at Delia. She looked very smug, and Alanna was very sure that they were saying how much of a lady she was.
"My prince." Alanna said courteously. "Have you met Delia before?"
He looked at her. The look was so attractive that it warmed Alanna's whole heart up. "Yes. Her family and mine are friends and she visits us almost every summer holiday."
She looked at Delia and saw that she was grinning evilly at her. "Oh." She answered back. She knew she sounded stupid, but there really was nothing to say to that comment, and didn't talk until the feast started.
Whenever someone was trying to engage her into a conversation she would either nod or shake her head and when the question wasn't a yes or no question she'd just smile and continue eating. She felt really sad for some reason.
Am I in love with someone already? She thought. The prince? Why am I such a ninny? But then again, anybody can fall in love with him. After all, he was a prince and he was also very, very handsome.
She decided to leave early as she really couldn't stand Delia flirting with him. "If you would excuse me," she muttered and left for the door. She was very sure that she was probably the first to leave, but she didn't care about manners anymore.
She went outside of the palace and sat on a bench, whilst enjoying the moonlight.
"Hello my lady." A voice said. She turned around and saw a very handsome man, with broad shoulders and a very attractive face. But there was something that she didn't like about him. She didn't know what it was, but it had to be something, it was like an aura around him that kept her from liking him. In fact, she felt like she hated him.
"Hello." She answered awkwardly, without getting up and curtseying.
"Who might you be? No, let me guess.." He had a very masculinely musical voice. "Thom's sister of course. The physical differences between you two are absolutely unbelievable. Imagine that, 100% twins." He laughed.
But she didn't join in with his joke. "Who are you?" She questioned rudely.
"Me? Just a beggar trying to impress a beautiful lady such as yourself." he smiled warmly at her, even though she knew that the smile never reached his eyes.
When she didn't reply but only stared at him dumbly did he answer the question properly. "I am Duke Roger of Conte, cousin of Prince Jonathan."
She blinked stupidly. At last she remembered she was supposed to say something, "I - I - I have to go now." She stammered. "Pleasure - to - to - meet you."
"Pleasure here too sweet lady." He bent down to kiss her hand timidly before strolling away.
At last she could sigh a relief. Why did I not like him? She thought. If I were a proper lady I would've thought of him as drop dead gorgeous, but I don't. I feel as if I really hate him. Oh well, she pushed another thought to the back of her mind. I'll think about all this when I meet him again.
Then she remembered she was supposed to be meeting the prince, but she thought of him again and thought that it was very unlikely, besides he didn't want to talk to her anymore when she had a beauty and a flirt such as Delia by his side.
She sighed, and started her walk back to her rooms. But when she was crossing the stables she saw a light there she wasn't sure what it was, if there was a fire she had better warn everybody shouldn't' she? So Alanna walked into the stables to check if it were fire.
This is strange, she thought after she entered the stables. There are no animals around here. What happened to all of them? Her attention didn't last long on that subject before turning onto the light in the centre. She could've sworn that she would've screamed. But she had never done that ever, and she didn't.
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A/N: hehe, I no I no I no.. Im so evil! Leaving it there, but I've given you a very long one this time. It keeps getting longer doesn't it? That's really weird, Well, R+R, the more I get, the more effort ill put into the stories k?