A/N - I would really like to say a big thankyou to a very important person:
Huntress Diana! She has really been a good pal to have over the past couple
of weeks, so THANKS!! And thankyou for your long review last chapter. May I
also recommend to all that you check out her brilliant story "Princess of
the Rogue".
So you all think it's Alanna & Jon smoothly from here, right? Hehehe... just read on. (PS - I'm evil, I know).
~ Chapter Sixteen ~ Celebration Day
Alanna was bright in non-mourning colours - mourning was officially over now. She dressed up; Alanna was clad in lovely bright purple silk - the same colour as her eyes - that gathered at the chest, and clung to her waist until billowing into a lovely skirt. It was very feminine, actually. Alanna completed her outfit with sparkly silver heels, her hair up in a diamond-studded bun net, and even a bit of modest red lip rouge.
It took her a while to get ready, since she wasn't used to getting prepared for balls, and she refused to let Daniella help. Alanna smiled as she thought of her best friend in the world. Daniella had delivered some brilliant news that morning - her and Sir Darian were going to get married! Alanna was so happy for her old friend, but she couldn't help feeling a little sadness. Now Daniella was engaged, she wouldn't be returning to the Convent with Alanna.
Now Alanna pursed her lips. Was she really going to return to the Convent? The other option she had was to marry, and she wasn't sure she wanted that kind of commitment. However, a lifetime with Jon didn't seem all that bad.
Smiling to herself, she smoothed her elegant skirts once more, and prepared to step out to join the celebrations.
She slipped quietly out of the halls, and began to walk to the Grand Hall where the feast was being held. Everyone was celebrating - even the pages and squires at the palace had been given a day off duty, leaving the servants to wait on the nobles.
Alanna grinned as she heard the sounds of a beautiful band playing, and of people laughing merrily. Soon she'd be sitting next to Jon, eating pastry delicacies... she giggled all of a sudden, realising how feminine that whole thought sounded in her head.
It's amazing how I've changed, she thought to herself. I mean, before I came to the palace, I was an unruly troublemaker!
Grinning gleefully to herself, she opened the doors to the Grand Hall slightly, trying to spot Jon so she could surprise him. Her eyes darting around the crowd she spotted him, next to his parents. But - something wasn't right.
There was a girl sitting next to him, in Alanna's spot.
The girl was a pretty brunette, dressed in a wispy, thin moss-green gown. She sat with her hands in her lap, and she looked exceptionally nervous. Alanna frowned. What was Jon doing talking to this girl? Was she one of the Queen's friends?
Alanna suddenly smiled. That was it. It was one of the Queen's friend's daughters, being introduced to His Highness. That was all, nothing else.
But then... why was Jon leaning so close to her? And whispering in her ear? She returned his beckon with a maidenly blush that was one of obvious flattery to her, being that she immediately brought up her hand to her chest, and spread it over her glittery, exposed skin. Her pretty white lace- trimmed handkerchief was held in the other, and she started pulling on it with both hands, wringing it through her fingers. Her eyes flickered up, and Alanna saw that they were lined with the same colour as her dress, and that her lips were a glossy hot pink.
Alanna was filled with rage. The two were flirting! How dare she! How dare Jon! Alanna then saw the pretty brunette stand up from her chair, and lead Jon away into the Gardens. The Gardens! The 'romantic' spot for all the courtiers courting each other. The nerve of that spoiled - princeling!
Ooh, was Alanna furious. She whirled around, face bright red, and walked straight round into the Gardens.
She stormed into the beautiful Palace Gardens, filled with rage. She's seen the way Jon had looked at that woman! (A/N - that 'beautiful' woman is sort of based on the looks of Josie Maran {Maybelline Model} if anyone was wondering).
Merry laughing brought Alanna back to her senses. She peeked through a thick green fern.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here, Jon. The toils of everything recently have just been so much!" Alanna scowled at the merry, musical voice - belonging to her now-number-one enemy.
She could see Jon smiled. "I'm glad I'm here too," he replied, taking her hands. "Oh, Alyssa, you don't know what I've been through these past couple of weeks."
The girl's musical voice was dry. "Oh, I've a fair idea," she commented. "You mother filled me in."
Jon grinned. "You and mother were always best of friends, weren't you?"
Alyssa smiled charmingly. "Well, Lianne and I do seem to get along well," she said. Alanna scowled even more. A woman who was beautiful, conventional, AND on first-name basis with the Queen. Fantastic!
Alyssa wrapped her arms around Jon's neck, burying her face deep into his neck. "Oh, it's so glad to be here." She lifted her head. "But things are different now. I'm not the same girl anymore. We must do what's right."
And she suddenly kissed Jon delicately on the cheek!
Alanna had had enough. She stepped out from behind the fern. "Jonathan!" she said hotly.
Alanna's tone made Jon jump back.
"A - Alanna," he stammered.
Her hand on one hip, she scowled at him first and then Alyssa. She raised her eyebrows. "I believe you have business elsewhere?" she asked, giving Alyssa the huge hint to scram.
Alyssa didn't take it. "Excuse me," she said quite calmly, "but who are you to just barge in here and give me the invitation to leave?"
"Alyssa -" Jon began.
Alanna's fierce violet eyes darted to him. "Jon - shut up," she snapped. Jon silenced.
Alyssa, however, stood her ground, hands planted firmly at her hips. "Exactly who are you?" she demanded. "I insist you give me your name, so I can report you to their Majesties for insubordinate behaviour towards His Highness Prince Jonathan of Conte!"
"I know who the hell he is," Alanna snapped. "There's no need to give his title."
"Give me your name!" Alyssa demanded, her fiery brown eyes dangerous.
Not as dangerous as Alanna's. Her violet eyes quickly silenced all, included Alyssa.
"My name is Alanna of Trebond," she said icily. "And you just happened to kiss the man who's courting me. So I suggest you get your pretty behind back inside before I have a go at you as well as him."
This time Alyssa took the hint. With a haughty look at Alanna, she stormed away. Alanna turned and faced Jon, her eyes hard and cold.
"And who the hell was that?" (A/N - I'm trying to use minimal swearing. It's difficult, believe me. If it were me - but it's not. ANYway)
Jon tried to explain. Alanna didn't give him the chance.
"You - you conceited prick!" she snarled. "So I'm not good enough? 'You've got no idea what I've been through in the last few weeks'," she mimicked. "Was I some kind of torture?"
"Alanna - no," Jon tried. "I was talking about Roger -"
"Crap!" Alanna cried, barely managing to keep her voice down. "She kissed you!" Tears suddenly stung in her eyes. "You - you were flirting with her inside. She blushed, and led you out. I saw, Jon, I saw." By now her voice had diminished into a hurt whisper.
Jon tried to begin, but she shook her head.
She looked into his sapphire eyes, and met them evenly with her brilliant purple ones. She shook her head. "I - thought -"
She took a deep breath. She spoke shakily. "I guess I thought wrong."
And she turned and walked back into the Palace.
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".My wife and I have great pleasure in announcing that the receiver of this valiant award is Lady Alanna of Trebond!"
Applause sounded through the Palace. Alanna took a deep breath. She stepped up onto the dais, her legs felling like jelly. She curtsied to their Majesties, and a sombre Jonathan, and turned to face the crowd.
"I thank their Majesties," she began nervously. She sighed. "But - I feel I cannot accept this. What I did wasn't courageous. I was simply upholding my duty to the crown... and... that's it. This award should go to a brave knight helping defend the borders, keeping us all safe. Not a witch who can simply use her powers cleverly. I thank their Majesties from the bottom of my heart, but I fell I've had all too much excitement here. I'm just a silly little country girl, reared in Trebond, on the outskirts of Tortall, brought up in a Convent, and sent to the City - seeing things where she expects to see them, when really they're not there at all." She looked directly at Jonathan.
She shook her head, attention back on the crowd. "I guess I'm not making much sense," she admitted. "I bet most of you would love being up here, accepting a very, very wonderful and very appreciated show of gratitude, but I'm just a simple girl, who intends to go back to her Convent to teach, who doesn't need any complications in her life." She turned to their Majesties.
"I don't want to seem rude," she explained. "I'm honoured, really, but this award's too grand for me. So thankyou - thankyou, but no."
Alanna blushed, and left the stage. She was turning pink. Never one for big speeches, she'd just delivered an enormous one.
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Back in her rooms, Alanna began to cry. She wanted to be left alone in her misery, when Daniella charged in from her room. She sat on the bed beside her, and put a comforting arm around Alanna.
"What is it, honey?" she asked. "Please tell me, so I can help. I didn't know you were going back to the Convent. Frankly, I thought you'd get married to Jon."
With that comment, Alanna only cried harder, and Daniella realised she'd just touched a sore spot.
"Oh, honey, tell me," Daniella said in a soothing voice.
"Its' - Jon," Alanna sobbed. "He - kissed - another - courtier!"
Daniella gasped. "Oh, baby, you poor thing. Which one?"
Alanna cried even harder. "Her - name - was - Alyssa," she said. "I don't know her fief."
Daniella suddenly stared. "Alyssa?" she gasped. Alanna nodded. "Pretty Alyssa?" Alanna nodded again.
"Beautiful, conventional, on first-name basis with the Queen Alyssa?!"
Alanna threw herself onto the pillow and began to sob again. "Yes!" she cried. "Beautiful, conventional, on first-name basis with the Queen Alyssa!"
Daniella began to laugh. Alanna glared at her.
"Oh, Alanna, stop your crying. Alyssa used to be an old flame of Jon's. But they were over a long time ago. Trust me," she assured her.
Alanna wiped her eyes. "But - but they were flirting. And they kissed."
Daniella looked at her sternly. "Oh, and I suppose if Logan suddenly appeared you two wouldn't be flirting like crazy?" she asked. "And was it a proper kiss, or a friendly kiss-on-the-cheek kiss?"
Alanna turned bright red. "Oh, Goddess. Oh! Goddess! Holy Mithros! Dark God and Crooked God!"
"Alanna!" cried Daniella, shocked at her swearing.
"Oh, Daniella, what fief was she from?" Alanna asked, literally sweating.
"Fief? She's from the Goldenlake line. I think. Yes, that's it. One of the distant relations, family set up a nice place over in the Yamani Islands, I think. Yes - that's right. Of quite high stature, I believe. And not to mention their relations over here put up a high note in the Palace. Lady Alyssa of Goldenlake, daughter of Lady Aurora of Goldenlake, daughter of Lady Annabel of Goldenlake."
"Oh, crap," Alanna said. "Daniella - you've no idea how I spoke to her! Oh, my goodness. oh, Great Mother."
"Alanna, CALM DOWN. I'm sure Jon knows it was all a big misunderstanding. And I'm sure if Jon forgives you, Alyssa will too. She's a decent girl, I've heard. Just calm down."
Alanna nodded, and calmed. "Ok. You're right. I'll see Jon now..."
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Alanna rapped on the Princes door.
"What?" a harsh voice snapped.
"Jon - it's me," Alanna said quietly.
The door was yanked open. "What do you want?" he snapped.
She lowered her eyes. "I - I wanted to apologise," she said. "I acted dishonourably in an uncalled for manner without knowing all the facts."
It took a lot to apologise to anyone. But it was for Jon.
Jon's eyes flashed dangerously. "Damn right you did," he retorted. "You had no reason to attack Alyssa like that! She did nothing to you. She was only saying -"
Alanna had had enough. "Saying what, your Highness?" she snapped. "Pray, finish your sentence. But don't expect me to forgive you. I come here, offering my apologies, and you throw it in my face. I expected a little more decency from your, Your Royal Majesty, so excuse me for wanting to patch things up!"
Alanna was now red in the face. Everything she'd just said she immediately regretted. Jonathan's face turned pale with fury, and he shut the door on her.
Alanna turned away, covering her face with her hands. She was full of shame. Not for the first time in her life did she wish that she could control her temper.
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Phew! I just started on an idea, and I was on a brainwave - and now my fingers hurt. R&R pls. Jeez! I think I'll need another chapter to finish everything off - lucky you, you all get an extra chapter! And soon, promise.
The little blue box is calling! Review please! Tell me what you think. Your ideas are very much greatly appreciated.
~*~kaz~*~
So you all think it's Alanna & Jon smoothly from here, right? Hehehe... just read on. (PS - I'm evil, I know).
~ Chapter Sixteen ~ Celebration Day
Alanna was bright in non-mourning colours - mourning was officially over now. She dressed up; Alanna was clad in lovely bright purple silk - the same colour as her eyes - that gathered at the chest, and clung to her waist until billowing into a lovely skirt. It was very feminine, actually. Alanna completed her outfit with sparkly silver heels, her hair up in a diamond-studded bun net, and even a bit of modest red lip rouge.
It took her a while to get ready, since she wasn't used to getting prepared for balls, and she refused to let Daniella help. Alanna smiled as she thought of her best friend in the world. Daniella had delivered some brilliant news that morning - her and Sir Darian were going to get married! Alanna was so happy for her old friend, but she couldn't help feeling a little sadness. Now Daniella was engaged, she wouldn't be returning to the Convent with Alanna.
Now Alanna pursed her lips. Was she really going to return to the Convent? The other option she had was to marry, and she wasn't sure she wanted that kind of commitment. However, a lifetime with Jon didn't seem all that bad.
Smiling to herself, she smoothed her elegant skirts once more, and prepared to step out to join the celebrations.
She slipped quietly out of the halls, and began to walk to the Grand Hall where the feast was being held. Everyone was celebrating - even the pages and squires at the palace had been given a day off duty, leaving the servants to wait on the nobles.
Alanna grinned as she heard the sounds of a beautiful band playing, and of people laughing merrily. Soon she'd be sitting next to Jon, eating pastry delicacies... she giggled all of a sudden, realising how feminine that whole thought sounded in her head.
It's amazing how I've changed, she thought to herself. I mean, before I came to the palace, I was an unruly troublemaker!
Grinning gleefully to herself, she opened the doors to the Grand Hall slightly, trying to spot Jon so she could surprise him. Her eyes darting around the crowd she spotted him, next to his parents. But - something wasn't right.
There was a girl sitting next to him, in Alanna's spot.
The girl was a pretty brunette, dressed in a wispy, thin moss-green gown. She sat with her hands in her lap, and she looked exceptionally nervous. Alanna frowned. What was Jon doing talking to this girl? Was she one of the Queen's friends?
Alanna suddenly smiled. That was it. It was one of the Queen's friend's daughters, being introduced to His Highness. That was all, nothing else.
But then... why was Jon leaning so close to her? And whispering in her ear? She returned his beckon with a maidenly blush that was one of obvious flattery to her, being that she immediately brought up her hand to her chest, and spread it over her glittery, exposed skin. Her pretty white lace- trimmed handkerchief was held in the other, and she started pulling on it with both hands, wringing it through her fingers. Her eyes flickered up, and Alanna saw that they were lined with the same colour as her dress, and that her lips were a glossy hot pink.
Alanna was filled with rage. The two were flirting! How dare she! How dare Jon! Alanna then saw the pretty brunette stand up from her chair, and lead Jon away into the Gardens. The Gardens! The 'romantic' spot for all the courtiers courting each other. The nerve of that spoiled - princeling!
Ooh, was Alanna furious. She whirled around, face bright red, and walked straight round into the Gardens.
She stormed into the beautiful Palace Gardens, filled with rage. She's seen the way Jon had looked at that woman! (A/N - that 'beautiful' woman is sort of based on the looks of Josie Maran {Maybelline Model} if anyone was wondering).
Merry laughing brought Alanna back to her senses. She peeked through a thick green fern.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here, Jon. The toils of everything recently have just been so much!" Alanna scowled at the merry, musical voice - belonging to her now-number-one enemy.
She could see Jon smiled. "I'm glad I'm here too," he replied, taking her hands. "Oh, Alyssa, you don't know what I've been through these past couple of weeks."
The girl's musical voice was dry. "Oh, I've a fair idea," she commented. "You mother filled me in."
Jon grinned. "You and mother were always best of friends, weren't you?"
Alyssa smiled charmingly. "Well, Lianne and I do seem to get along well," she said. Alanna scowled even more. A woman who was beautiful, conventional, AND on first-name basis with the Queen. Fantastic!
Alyssa wrapped her arms around Jon's neck, burying her face deep into his neck. "Oh, it's so glad to be here." She lifted her head. "But things are different now. I'm not the same girl anymore. We must do what's right."
And she suddenly kissed Jon delicately on the cheek!
Alanna had had enough. She stepped out from behind the fern. "Jonathan!" she said hotly.
Alanna's tone made Jon jump back.
"A - Alanna," he stammered.
Her hand on one hip, she scowled at him first and then Alyssa. She raised her eyebrows. "I believe you have business elsewhere?" she asked, giving Alyssa the huge hint to scram.
Alyssa didn't take it. "Excuse me," she said quite calmly, "but who are you to just barge in here and give me the invitation to leave?"
"Alyssa -" Jon began.
Alanna's fierce violet eyes darted to him. "Jon - shut up," she snapped. Jon silenced.
Alyssa, however, stood her ground, hands planted firmly at her hips. "Exactly who are you?" she demanded. "I insist you give me your name, so I can report you to their Majesties for insubordinate behaviour towards His Highness Prince Jonathan of Conte!"
"I know who the hell he is," Alanna snapped. "There's no need to give his title."
"Give me your name!" Alyssa demanded, her fiery brown eyes dangerous.
Not as dangerous as Alanna's. Her violet eyes quickly silenced all, included Alyssa.
"My name is Alanna of Trebond," she said icily. "And you just happened to kiss the man who's courting me. So I suggest you get your pretty behind back inside before I have a go at you as well as him."
This time Alyssa took the hint. With a haughty look at Alanna, she stormed away. Alanna turned and faced Jon, her eyes hard and cold.
"And who the hell was that?" (A/N - I'm trying to use minimal swearing. It's difficult, believe me. If it were me - but it's not. ANYway)
Jon tried to explain. Alanna didn't give him the chance.
"You - you conceited prick!" she snarled. "So I'm not good enough? 'You've got no idea what I've been through in the last few weeks'," she mimicked. "Was I some kind of torture?"
"Alanna - no," Jon tried. "I was talking about Roger -"
"Crap!" Alanna cried, barely managing to keep her voice down. "She kissed you!" Tears suddenly stung in her eyes. "You - you were flirting with her inside. She blushed, and led you out. I saw, Jon, I saw." By now her voice had diminished into a hurt whisper.
Jon tried to begin, but she shook her head.
She looked into his sapphire eyes, and met them evenly with her brilliant purple ones. She shook her head. "I - thought -"
She took a deep breath. She spoke shakily. "I guess I thought wrong."
And she turned and walked back into the Palace.
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".My wife and I have great pleasure in announcing that the receiver of this valiant award is Lady Alanna of Trebond!"
Applause sounded through the Palace. Alanna took a deep breath. She stepped up onto the dais, her legs felling like jelly. She curtsied to their Majesties, and a sombre Jonathan, and turned to face the crowd.
"I thank their Majesties," she began nervously. She sighed. "But - I feel I cannot accept this. What I did wasn't courageous. I was simply upholding my duty to the crown... and... that's it. This award should go to a brave knight helping defend the borders, keeping us all safe. Not a witch who can simply use her powers cleverly. I thank their Majesties from the bottom of my heart, but I fell I've had all too much excitement here. I'm just a silly little country girl, reared in Trebond, on the outskirts of Tortall, brought up in a Convent, and sent to the City - seeing things where she expects to see them, when really they're not there at all." She looked directly at Jonathan.
She shook her head, attention back on the crowd. "I guess I'm not making much sense," she admitted. "I bet most of you would love being up here, accepting a very, very wonderful and very appreciated show of gratitude, but I'm just a simple girl, who intends to go back to her Convent to teach, who doesn't need any complications in her life." She turned to their Majesties.
"I don't want to seem rude," she explained. "I'm honoured, really, but this award's too grand for me. So thankyou - thankyou, but no."
Alanna blushed, and left the stage. She was turning pink. Never one for big speeches, she'd just delivered an enormous one.
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Back in her rooms, Alanna began to cry. She wanted to be left alone in her misery, when Daniella charged in from her room. She sat on the bed beside her, and put a comforting arm around Alanna.
"What is it, honey?" she asked. "Please tell me, so I can help. I didn't know you were going back to the Convent. Frankly, I thought you'd get married to Jon."
With that comment, Alanna only cried harder, and Daniella realised she'd just touched a sore spot.
"Oh, honey, tell me," Daniella said in a soothing voice.
"Its' - Jon," Alanna sobbed. "He - kissed - another - courtier!"
Daniella gasped. "Oh, baby, you poor thing. Which one?"
Alanna cried even harder. "Her - name - was - Alyssa," she said. "I don't know her fief."
Daniella suddenly stared. "Alyssa?" she gasped. Alanna nodded. "Pretty Alyssa?" Alanna nodded again.
"Beautiful, conventional, on first-name basis with the Queen Alyssa?!"
Alanna threw herself onto the pillow and began to sob again. "Yes!" she cried. "Beautiful, conventional, on first-name basis with the Queen Alyssa!"
Daniella began to laugh. Alanna glared at her.
"Oh, Alanna, stop your crying. Alyssa used to be an old flame of Jon's. But they were over a long time ago. Trust me," she assured her.
Alanna wiped her eyes. "But - but they were flirting. And they kissed."
Daniella looked at her sternly. "Oh, and I suppose if Logan suddenly appeared you two wouldn't be flirting like crazy?" she asked. "And was it a proper kiss, or a friendly kiss-on-the-cheek kiss?"
Alanna turned bright red. "Oh, Goddess. Oh! Goddess! Holy Mithros! Dark God and Crooked God!"
"Alanna!" cried Daniella, shocked at her swearing.
"Oh, Daniella, what fief was she from?" Alanna asked, literally sweating.
"Fief? She's from the Goldenlake line. I think. Yes, that's it. One of the distant relations, family set up a nice place over in the Yamani Islands, I think. Yes - that's right. Of quite high stature, I believe. And not to mention their relations over here put up a high note in the Palace. Lady Alyssa of Goldenlake, daughter of Lady Aurora of Goldenlake, daughter of Lady Annabel of Goldenlake."
"Oh, crap," Alanna said. "Daniella - you've no idea how I spoke to her! Oh, my goodness. oh, Great Mother."
"Alanna, CALM DOWN. I'm sure Jon knows it was all a big misunderstanding. And I'm sure if Jon forgives you, Alyssa will too. She's a decent girl, I've heard. Just calm down."
Alanna nodded, and calmed. "Ok. You're right. I'll see Jon now..."
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Alanna rapped on the Princes door.
"What?" a harsh voice snapped.
"Jon - it's me," Alanna said quietly.
The door was yanked open. "What do you want?" he snapped.
She lowered her eyes. "I - I wanted to apologise," she said. "I acted dishonourably in an uncalled for manner without knowing all the facts."
It took a lot to apologise to anyone. But it was for Jon.
Jon's eyes flashed dangerously. "Damn right you did," he retorted. "You had no reason to attack Alyssa like that! She did nothing to you. She was only saying -"
Alanna had had enough. "Saying what, your Highness?" she snapped. "Pray, finish your sentence. But don't expect me to forgive you. I come here, offering my apologies, and you throw it in my face. I expected a little more decency from your, Your Royal Majesty, so excuse me for wanting to patch things up!"
Alanna was now red in the face. Everything she'd just said she immediately regretted. Jonathan's face turned pale with fury, and he shut the door on her.
Alanna turned away, covering her face with her hands. She was full of shame. Not for the first time in her life did she wish that she could control her temper.
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Phew! I just started on an idea, and I was on a brainwave - and now my fingers hurt. R&R pls. Jeez! I think I'll need another chapter to finish everything off - lucky you, you all get an extra chapter! And soon, promise.
The little blue box is calling! Review please! Tell me what you think. Your ideas are very much greatly appreciated.
~*~kaz~*~