Chapter 2*****Author: Starlet. ( No copycats!)
'Oh boy' Alanna thought wearily. Alex bowed and retreated and Alanna nearly begged him to stay. Even her friend would be better then her worst enemy! 'Great' she thought disgusted. Every man in the palace wanted her, and Jonathan was going after Delia of Eldorne. What a nice, neat, mixed up little world this was! But the Duke would be suspicious of this if she didn't take the offer. So grudgingly she took it with a smile still plastered on her face. Slowly they began to do the 3 step waltz. Simple and clean. She hoped that's the way it would stay but if wasn't meant to be.
"My lady, forgive me but I feel as if there is something *unique* about you." He spun her around. "I feel as if we have met recently. Like this afternoon. But I would have remembered a face such as yours. Alanna felt weird. Her insides were quaking with fear that he would find her out. And quaking with another feeling. Love? Alanna panicked. She did NOT want to fall in love with the man she intended to stop. But the feeling was there. Plain and clear. Alanna melted into that smile and then it happened.
"For gods sake! Why in the name of all Mithros did I do that!" She screamed in fury. Alanna paced the room in her normal self again. Breeches and all. Jonathan just stared at her.
"Repeat that to me again" he said faintly in disbelief.
"You heard me! I told him my name. My REAL name! Gods above be cursed!" She ranted on.
"You mean, your REAL name?" He repeated eyes wide.
"Are you deaf?! Yes! My REAL, repeat REAL name! I told him I was Alanna of Trebond!! Goddess I will hunt you with my own hands and feet!!!" She screamed above.
"Ssshhhh! Servants have ears! You know. Do you want anyone else to hear your name?" He whispered urgently.
"Sorry, but I feel like a fool!"
"In more then one way you ARE" he said angrily "One, you shouldn't have dressed THAT nice, you should've know that you'd attract attention. Delia is FURIOUS because everyone's eyes were glued to you. Second don't take the bet that serious. Why didn't you just stay here?! I would've understood!"
"Jon." She glared.
"All right! Maybe I wouldn't have." He looked away. "We'll talk tomorrow. Hopefully he drank enough to forget."
"I hope so too" she said tiredly and left his room to plop down on her bed. Faithful was on her in a flash.
You told him your name?! Are you mad?! Now he will know that you are not ordinary. He is also aware of your twin. What will you say now? That you're triplets?! Foolish girl!
"Faithful just shut it!" she whispered hoarsely. "You have the perfect timing you know that? I already feel like a fool!"
Then I will make you feel worse so that you remember this next time. IF there IS a next time. He sighed and just lied down on the bed.
"I'm sorry" she muttered tears welling up. She angrily wiped them away and petted her friend for reassurance. Suddenly the fire roared to life and who else but her brother's face came into view. He had a frizzled top, result of the shaving he had received last year in the Mithran's cloisters. Now he stared angrily.
"Have you gone insane? You were never so careless as to let your name slip! Idiot!"
"Thom don't, I'm too tired to bear that right now. Besides, how did you hear already?" She demanded rubbing her eyes.
"I heard from our smiling Friend, he wanted to know if there were any violet eyed women in Trebond. Be thankful that I caught on in time and told him our cousin lady Alanna is 15 years of age."
"But I'm too tall to be looking 15!" She said shocked.
"In case you have forgotten dear sister. You are VERY short for your age." He smirked. "Now to bed and I will talk to you in the morning." The fire burnt out and all that remained was a blackened heap. She sighed. Another day tomorrow.
Someone banged on her door the next morning. She opened it to a very sleepy servant. Looking at the sun she guessed it to be right before dawn.
"Yes" She asked rubbing her eyes.
"M'Grace Duke Roger wishes to se ya master." He said blearily and stumbled back to the servants quarter. 'Duke Roger' she thought panicked. She quickly dressed and ran down the hall to Roger's study. Taking a breath she knocked and walked in at his order. He pointed to a chair for her to sit down which Alanna did and waited. Folding her hands tightly she thought of what he might want. Nothing prepared her for what came next.
"I have found you at last. My one true love. Alanna."
A/N: Evil or what? Mwa hahahahahaha. I know I'm weird. Anyway please review. Flame or anything. I don't care. But if it's really personal I will kill.... Just joking. Have fun till the next chapter unfolds! See ya!
Starlet.
'Oh boy' Alanna thought wearily. Alex bowed and retreated and Alanna nearly begged him to stay. Even her friend would be better then her worst enemy! 'Great' she thought disgusted. Every man in the palace wanted her, and Jonathan was going after Delia of Eldorne. What a nice, neat, mixed up little world this was! But the Duke would be suspicious of this if she didn't take the offer. So grudgingly she took it with a smile still plastered on her face. Slowly they began to do the 3 step waltz. Simple and clean. She hoped that's the way it would stay but if wasn't meant to be.
"My lady, forgive me but I feel as if there is something *unique* about you." He spun her around. "I feel as if we have met recently. Like this afternoon. But I would have remembered a face such as yours. Alanna felt weird. Her insides were quaking with fear that he would find her out. And quaking with another feeling. Love? Alanna panicked. She did NOT want to fall in love with the man she intended to stop. But the feeling was there. Plain and clear. Alanna melted into that smile and then it happened.
"For gods sake! Why in the name of all Mithros did I do that!" She screamed in fury. Alanna paced the room in her normal self again. Breeches and all. Jonathan just stared at her.
"Repeat that to me again" he said faintly in disbelief.
"You heard me! I told him my name. My REAL name! Gods above be cursed!" She ranted on.
"You mean, your REAL name?" He repeated eyes wide.
"Are you deaf?! Yes! My REAL, repeat REAL name! I told him I was Alanna of Trebond!! Goddess I will hunt you with my own hands and feet!!!" She screamed above.
"Ssshhhh! Servants have ears! You know. Do you want anyone else to hear your name?" He whispered urgently.
"Sorry, but I feel like a fool!"
"In more then one way you ARE" he said angrily "One, you shouldn't have dressed THAT nice, you should've know that you'd attract attention. Delia is FURIOUS because everyone's eyes were glued to you. Second don't take the bet that serious. Why didn't you just stay here?! I would've understood!"
"Jon." She glared.
"All right! Maybe I wouldn't have." He looked away. "We'll talk tomorrow. Hopefully he drank enough to forget."
"I hope so too" she said tiredly and left his room to plop down on her bed. Faithful was on her in a flash.
You told him your name?! Are you mad?! Now he will know that you are not ordinary. He is also aware of your twin. What will you say now? That you're triplets?! Foolish girl!
"Faithful just shut it!" she whispered hoarsely. "You have the perfect timing you know that? I already feel like a fool!"
Then I will make you feel worse so that you remember this next time. IF there IS a next time. He sighed and just lied down on the bed.
"I'm sorry" she muttered tears welling up. She angrily wiped them away and petted her friend for reassurance. Suddenly the fire roared to life and who else but her brother's face came into view. He had a frizzled top, result of the shaving he had received last year in the Mithran's cloisters. Now he stared angrily.
"Have you gone insane? You were never so careless as to let your name slip! Idiot!"
"Thom don't, I'm too tired to bear that right now. Besides, how did you hear already?" She demanded rubbing her eyes.
"I heard from our smiling Friend, he wanted to know if there were any violet eyed women in Trebond. Be thankful that I caught on in time and told him our cousin lady Alanna is 15 years of age."
"But I'm too tall to be looking 15!" She said shocked.
"In case you have forgotten dear sister. You are VERY short for your age." He smirked. "Now to bed and I will talk to you in the morning." The fire burnt out and all that remained was a blackened heap. She sighed. Another day tomorrow.
Someone banged on her door the next morning. She opened it to a very sleepy servant. Looking at the sun she guessed it to be right before dawn.
"Yes" She asked rubbing her eyes.
"M'Grace Duke Roger wishes to se ya master." He said blearily and stumbled back to the servants quarter. 'Duke Roger' she thought panicked. She quickly dressed and ran down the hall to Roger's study. Taking a breath she knocked and walked in at his order. He pointed to a chair for her to sit down which Alanna did and waited. Folding her hands tightly she thought of what he might want. Nothing prepared her for what came next.
"I have found you at last. My one true love. Alanna."
A/N: Evil or what? Mwa hahahahahaha. I know I'm weird. Anyway please review. Flame or anything. I don't care. But if it's really personal I will kill.... Just joking. Have fun till the next chapter unfolds! See ya!
Starlet.