~ Chapter Four ~
In the Arms of a Prince.
The next day Alanna seemed to float around the Palace. She was in an extremely happy mood, and she didn't care who knew it.
"Aren't you a little happy lass today?" the cook said to her when she skipped into the dining room and asked cheerily for her breakfast.
Alanna smiled. "I'm floating," she announced, prancing off to sit, humming.
The Cook shook her head, a grin on her face. What a lovely little red head, the Cook thought merrily, and started singing herself.
As Alanna sat down daintily next to Daniella, she realised Daniella was tense. She studied her, and saw that Daniella's face had paint on it, a rarity in the mornings, that she had gleaming white teeth, as though they had been brushed ten times, and shiny, soft curls tumbling from a carefully knotted leather tie that held her hair back.
"Who're you impressing?" Alanna muttered to her.
Daniella snapped out of her daze and stared at Alanna. She went red. "No one," she mumbled back.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Alanna said. "It's obvious. did you brush your teeth ten times or eleven?"
"Twelve," Daniella said in a rushed voice. She gripped Alanna's wrist. "Look!" she cried.
Alanna looked up and saw the handsome man Daniella had been dancing with the night before. A sly smiled came over Alanna's face.
"Oh Darian," she said, in a cooing voice. "Has Darian got Daniella goo- goo?"
Daniella shook her head. Darian was coming over to her. "Hey, Daniella," he said, sliding into a chair in front of her.
Daniella sat motionless. Alanna kicked her under the table.
"H - h - hi," Daniella stammered.
Darian smiled. He looked pointedly at Alanna. Alanna took the hint. "Oh, I forgot!" she said, smacking herself in the head. "I promised to meet Thom in the library. Sorry," she said to Daniella. Daniella started to protest, but Alanna had gone before she had opened her mouth.
Alanna looked over her shoulder and watched Darian slide into the seat Alanna had been sitting in. She smiled to herself. She knew how Daniella felt.
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Since Alanna really had nowhere to go, she went to the library, where she said she would be.
As she entered, she remembered the last time she had entered the library. She grinned to herself. She remembered the over-heard conversation vividly. Jon had called her "cute".
Well she certainly hoped that he'd refer to her more than "cute" now! Alanna laughed quietly to herself. Where was Jon anyway? She hadn't seen him since last night, when his mother had whisked him away.
She wandered through the library aimlessly, her hand skimming the book spines. She eventually made it to the very darkest corner of the library, where books were on boring subjects, such as ancient courtiers and geographical books that describe the Nameless Ones' times.
Alanna spun round and went smack! Straight into a tall man's chest. Alanna smiled. It was Jon.
"Why your highness," she said, curtsying. "I'm terribly sorry."
"Oh no, my lady," he said. "All my fault, I should have been watching where I was going."
Alanna smiled and wrapped her arms around Jon's neck, giving him a passionate kiss. "I missed being here," she said.
"Me too," he said, hugging her. "I'm sorry my mother took me away like that." he stopped, and rubbed his neck.
"What's the matter?" Alanna asked. "And why did your mother take you away last night?"
"Oh, it's a long story." Jon said.
"I have time," Alanna told him, with a smile on her face.
Jon smiled. Then he looked around the library. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private. perhaps the Gardens?"
"Okay." Alanna said, getting slightly worried. What exactly did he have to say to her? She followed Jon nervously into the Gardens. He went deep into the Garden, and chose an isolate bench. He sat down, and Alanna sat next to him, and placed her hands on her lap.
"Alanna." Jon began.
Alanna looked up at him with large, innocent purple eyes. She pouted her lips slightly and put on an innocent look. She raised her eyes slightly when he paused. "Yes, Jon?" she asked.
"Oh, Alanna, I'm sorry, but, well." he paused.
"What is it Jon?" she asked, genuinely worried.
"Well, my mother was talking to this lady last night, and she said that you had a really bad name at the Convent, and you were always misbehaving, and mother is. picky. She wants me to stop, to quote her, "leading you along"."
Alanna was horrified. "But - but you weren't, you know, leading me along."
"No, no," Jon said hurriedly. "Not at all." He went red. "I - I really like you Alanna."
Alanna melted. "Oh, Jon, I really like you too. But - who was she talking to? Last night, I mean?"
"I can't remember her name - um, Daria? D - Dela? D -"
"Delia," Alanna finished.
Jon looked surprised. "You know her? I didn't think a friend would spread such thing." "Oh, she's not a friend," Alanna said, slightly relaxing. Whatever Delia said, it would almost all be lies and twisted truth. "She's a cow, and the biggest bitch I know. Whatever she said to your mother, I can guarantee that it's lies."
Jon looked extremely relieved. "Oh, I knew it wouldn't be true, Alanna. You're beautiful," he told her, brushing her hair back. He kissed her and Alanna felt warm inside.
"I have to get back to Daniella," she murmured. "I left her with some knight she met at the ball yesterday that she goes gaga over. Poor thing's probably tongue-tied at the moment."
Jon smiled. "I know how that feels," he said, giving her a wink. "I'll see you later," he said, getting up. He gave her a dashing look with his sapphire eyes, and strolled off, leaving Alanna licking tingling lips.
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Okay, okay, I know its short, but I haven't had a chance to go on the computer for AGES!!! It's been updated to Windows XP Professional - it's so much faster! And I thought you'd want a chapter up! New one soon!
Luv ~*~kaz~*~
And alright, I know it's a soppy lovey-dovey chapter, I'm just not in an adventurous mood! I'm in a soppy lovey-dovey mood! *gives sad pout*
The next day Alanna seemed to float around the Palace. She was in an extremely happy mood, and she didn't care who knew it.
"Aren't you a little happy lass today?" the cook said to her when she skipped into the dining room and asked cheerily for her breakfast.
Alanna smiled. "I'm floating," she announced, prancing off to sit, humming.
The Cook shook her head, a grin on her face. What a lovely little red head, the Cook thought merrily, and started singing herself.
As Alanna sat down daintily next to Daniella, she realised Daniella was tense. She studied her, and saw that Daniella's face had paint on it, a rarity in the mornings, that she had gleaming white teeth, as though they had been brushed ten times, and shiny, soft curls tumbling from a carefully knotted leather tie that held her hair back.
"Who're you impressing?" Alanna muttered to her.
Daniella snapped out of her daze and stared at Alanna. She went red. "No one," she mumbled back.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Alanna said. "It's obvious. did you brush your teeth ten times or eleven?"
"Twelve," Daniella said in a rushed voice. She gripped Alanna's wrist. "Look!" she cried.
Alanna looked up and saw the handsome man Daniella had been dancing with the night before. A sly smiled came over Alanna's face.
"Oh Darian," she said, in a cooing voice. "Has Darian got Daniella goo- goo?"
Daniella shook her head. Darian was coming over to her. "Hey, Daniella," he said, sliding into a chair in front of her.
Daniella sat motionless. Alanna kicked her under the table.
"H - h - hi," Daniella stammered.
Darian smiled. He looked pointedly at Alanna. Alanna took the hint. "Oh, I forgot!" she said, smacking herself in the head. "I promised to meet Thom in the library. Sorry," she said to Daniella. Daniella started to protest, but Alanna had gone before she had opened her mouth.
Alanna looked over her shoulder and watched Darian slide into the seat Alanna had been sitting in. She smiled to herself. She knew how Daniella felt.
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Since Alanna really had nowhere to go, she went to the library, where she said she would be.
As she entered, she remembered the last time she had entered the library. She grinned to herself. She remembered the over-heard conversation vividly. Jon had called her "cute".
Well she certainly hoped that he'd refer to her more than "cute" now! Alanna laughed quietly to herself. Where was Jon anyway? She hadn't seen him since last night, when his mother had whisked him away.
She wandered through the library aimlessly, her hand skimming the book spines. She eventually made it to the very darkest corner of the library, where books were on boring subjects, such as ancient courtiers and geographical books that describe the Nameless Ones' times.
Alanna spun round and went smack! Straight into a tall man's chest. Alanna smiled. It was Jon.
"Why your highness," she said, curtsying. "I'm terribly sorry."
"Oh no, my lady," he said. "All my fault, I should have been watching where I was going."
Alanna smiled and wrapped her arms around Jon's neck, giving him a passionate kiss. "I missed being here," she said.
"Me too," he said, hugging her. "I'm sorry my mother took me away like that." he stopped, and rubbed his neck.
"What's the matter?" Alanna asked. "And why did your mother take you away last night?"
"Oh, it's a long story." Jon said.
"I have time," Alanna told him, with a smile on her face.
Jon smiled. Then he looked around the library. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private. perhaps the Gardens?"
"Okay." Alanna said, getting slightly worried. What exactly did he have to say to her? She followed Jon nervously into the Gardens. He went deep into the Garden, and chose an isolate bench. He sat down, and Alanna sat next to him, and placed her hands on her lap.
"Alanna." Jon began.
Alanna looked up at him with large, innocent purple eyes. She pouted her lips slightly and put on an innocent look. She raised her eyes slightly when he paused. "Yes, Jon?" she asked.
"Oh, Alanna, I'm sorry, but, well." he paused.
"What is it Jon?" she asked, genuinely worried.
"Well, my mother was talking to this lady last night, and she said that you had a really bad name at the Convent, and you were always misbehaving, and mother is. picky. She wants me to stop, to quote her, "leading you along"."
Alanna was horrified. "But - but you weren't, you know, leading me along."
"No, no," Jon said hurriedly. "Not at all." He went red. "I - I really like you Alanna."
Alanna melted. "Oh, Jon, I really like you too. But - who was she talking to? Last night, I mean?"
"I can't remember her name - um, Daria? D - Dela? D -"
"Delia," Alanna finished.
Jon looked surprised. "You know her? I didn't think a friend would spread such thing." "Oh, she's not a friend," Alanna said, slightly relaxing. Whatever Delia said, it would almost all be lies and twisted truth. "She's a cow, and the biggest bitch I know. Whatever she said to your mother, I can guarantee that it's lies."
Jon looked extremely relieved. "Oh, I knew it wouldn't be true, Alanna. You're beautiful," he told her, brushing her hair back. He kissed her and Alanna felt warm inside.
"I have to get back to Daniella," she murmured. "I left her with some knight she met at the ball yesterday that she goes gaga over. Poor thing's probably tongue-tied at the moment."
Jon smiled. "I know how that feels," he said, giving her a wink. "I'll see you later," he said, getting up. He gave her a dashing look with his sapphire eyes, and strolled off, leaving Alanna licking tingling lips.
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Okay, okay, I know its short, but I haven't had a chance to go on the computer for AGES!!! It's been updated to Windows XP Professional - it's so much faster! And I thought you'd want a chapter up! New one soon!
Luv ~*~kaz~*~
And alright, I know it's a soppy lovey-dovey chapter, I'm just not in an adventurous mood! I'm in a soppy lovey-dovey mood! *gives sad pout*