Will you marry me?
"Alaana of Trebond and Olau, will you marry me?" whispered Jon gazing into the sparkling depths of those violet eyes. "W..w..what?" she hissed. "I want you to come home as my bride" he murmured, stroking her vivid locks. It was all to much, she could feel the pressure building up, her eyes became glassy, and she sank down falling, falling into the everlasting darkness...
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"Oh," she groaned, shaking her head free of the water that Jon had sprinkled onto her. "How long was I out for?!" she said bewildered and annoyed at herself. " Only a few minutes" he smiled. "So, the Lioness can handle Ysandir, Roger, the ape thing from the mountains but not a proposal from me" he sniggered cruelly. His tone when he said me bothered her, but she decided that that was something to ponder over later, all the same she punched him playfully on his shoulder. "Oof! What was that for?" he cried, then lowered his voice remembering how thin the tent walls were. " For being...you" Even as she said this he wrapped tightly in a bear hug making her giggle helplessly. "Goddess bless, I missed you so," he said softly. Alaana returned his hug, enjoying the feeling of being treated as something precious that might break. Alanna broke away crying softly. Jon placed a hand under her stubborn chin and tilted it upwards his eyes full of concern. "Alanna, what's the matter-" he said. She shook herself free and walked to the corner of the tent hugging herself, staring into the walls. Suddenly she ran out of the room and sprinted into the stables, leapt on Moonlight racing into the desert night her heart panging for Jon. There was so much to decide. Half of her was angry with Jon for putting her in this situation, he had come and was ruining her freedom, she had only just escaped from courtlife; to be wild and now he had proposed. But the other half of her longed to be with him, but she spoke her mind and deep inside she knew she couldn't be ladylike and dance with foreign ambassadors and make small-talk. The Queen would make her wear gowns and go to balls, she wouldn't be able to do great deeds. What deeds she thought to herself, it isn't exactly raining stormwings, she grinned at the thought of theses legendary fairylike creatures.
To be continued........
"Alaana of Trebond and Olau, will you marry me?" whispered Jon gazing into the sparkling depths of those violet eyes. "W..w..what?" she hissed. "I want you to come home as my bride" he murmured, stroking her vivid locks. It was all to much, she could feel the pressure building up, her eyes became glassy, and she sank down falling, falling into the everlasting darkness...
****
"Oh," she groaned, shaking her head free of the water that Jon had sprinkled onto her. "How long was I out for?!" she said bewildered and annoyed at herself. " Only a few minutes" he smiled. "So, the Lioness can handle Ysandir, Roger, the ape thing from the mountains but not a proposal from me" he sniggered cruelly. His tone when he said me bothered her, but she decided that that was something to ponder over later, all the same she punched him playfully on his shoulder. "Oof! What was that for?" he cried, then lowered his voice remembering how thin the tent walls were. " For being...you" Even as she said this he wrapped tightly in a bear hug making her giggle helplessly. "Goddess bless, I missed you so," he said softly. Alaana returned his hug, enjoying the feeling of being treated as something precious that might break. Alanna broke away crying softly. Jon placed a hand under her stubborn chin and tilted it upwards his eyes full of concern. "Alanna, what's the matter-" he said. She shook herself free and walked to the corner of the tent hugging herself, staring into the walls. Suddenly she ran out of the room and sprinted into the stables, leapt on Moonlight racing into the desert night her heart panging for Jon. There was so much to decide. Half of her was angry with Jon for putting her in this situation, he had come and was ruining her freedom, she had only just escaped from courtlife; to be wild and now he had proposed. But the other half of her longed to be with him, but she spoke her mind and deep inside she knew she couldn't be ladylike and dance with foreign ambassadors and make small-talk. The Queen would make her wear gowns and go to balls, she wouldn't be able to do great deeds. What deeds she thought to herself, it isn't exactly raining stormwings, she grinned at the thought of theses legendary fairylike creatures.
To be continued........
