A/N: It's been a while hasn't it? I was stuck – a serious case of writer's block. I really couldn't write a thing even if though I wanted to with so much time on my hands. But finally here's a chapter. Tell me what you think when you're done please!
Disclaimer: not mine… though I wish they were!
Chapter 4 – Guilty Dreams
"I was so happy at not having to go through a marriage of state!" Thayet yelled at her. She sank down to her knees at Alanna's feet. Never before could the lady knight ever have imagined the princess to look as she did now. She looked like a mad woman, her normally neat hair now tangled and messy. Her face paint running because of the tears that were still flowing from her hazel eyes. Her ivory cheeks were now red and shiny uneven lines of tears ran down her face. Her hazel eyes were red and swollen. "How could you give me false hope. You assured me things were over between Jon and you. Why, Alanna? I trusted you. If only you had told me the truth when I asked…"
Alanna could not speak. The tightening in her chest came from the stricken, the pathetic face of Thayet. How did she find out?
Jon, she thought. He must've confessed his… his what? His feelings for me? Does he still love me still? Do I love him then?
"How could you, Alanna? You allowed me to fall for him. I was determined to start anew. A life as an ordinary person. Start a school, start a new life…" Thayet rambled on like a crazy person. She quieted for several moments but before Alanna could speak she saw Thayet draw out a metal dagger. It was engraved in the hilt and with swirls and words and eerily the metal it was made of was bright white instead of a shiny silver. Alarmed Alanna lunged at Thayet in an attempt to disarm her from harming herself as was clear. But for some reason it seemed as though she moved in slow motion instead of her usual lightning speed a result of much practice. Thayet, however, she saw move faster and plant the dagger hilt deep in her chest. Alanna was by her side too late and touched the now crimson hilt, tears streaming down her cheeks. The white marble floor around them was now a blood sea and she felt herself consumed by it. She fought but to no avail.
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Alanna gasped awake. Her body cold and her nightgown clinging to her sweaty body. Her copper hair stuck to her face. For several moments she sat there breathing heavily, gratefully filling her lungs with air. Finally she was calm, her breath now coming in evenly, her heart returning to its normal pace. She blinked wondering why it was taking so long for her eyes to adjust to the dark. The chambers she shared with George in the palace were not usually that dark, she knew. Shaking her head she flicked some of her purple Gift to the lamp beside the bed. In using her hands she felt a warm wetness on them and when there was light to see she examined them. Her hands shook as she saw blood, thick crimson blood on them, on her white nightgown. She thought to bring her betrothed awake, wondering why he had not stirred with her antics.
"George!" she cried. He lay beside her unmoving – his chest not falling and rising with each breath… the same white dagger Thayet had used was encrusted into his chest, a thin red line across his neck – his throat had been slit. "What have I done?" she whispered in horror staring at her bloody hands.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open though those hazel eyes so often filled with love for her were not there instead were now white. "You kill me, Alanna. Why did you do this to me?" Red tears – blood – trickled out of the white eyes as he rose and grabbed her shoulders. "Why, Alanna, why?" He shook her and she screamed aware of tears flowing down her face. Then he was crushing her against him. Shocked she thought he meant to suffocate her and fought against him…
"Alanna! Alanna!" he cried and released her as she delivered him blows to his stomach and chest.
Blinded by tears she hastily wiped her eyes and was confused with what she saw. Hurriedly she checked herself, her nightgown and her hands to find them clean. She looked for George to find him gone until she a groan on the ground beside the big bed.
"George?" He lay on the ground breathing heavily, chest heaving as he did so. But besides that he looked alive and well. "George!" She threw herself at him and proceeded to hug and kiss him. "Oh George, you're all right. Gods, you're all right!"
Shocked as he was he laughed. "Course I am, lass," he said allowing her to kiss and check he was all right. "'Cept for my betrothed near attackin' me in her sleep and my heart bein' wounded!" He clutched his heart in mock pain.
Alanna gazed at him and smiled. It was just a dream, she thought. Nothing but a dream. Calmed now she rested her head against his shoulder, holding him tightly and revelling in his comforting and loving arms.
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A/N: So what could these dreams possibly mean?? Premonition possibly? Hmm… we'll see that is if you're kind and review? Follow the arrow and press that lovely button down there…
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