A/N This fic came to me as many do: talking with my best friend on the phone or in person. You could say I relay all my ideas to her and she gives me her opinions whether I like them or not.
This was just one of those fics where I was doing a what-if to my friend and the whole idea erupted into my head and I had to write it. That's how most of my fanfics and ideas work. In case you were curious as to how my mind works.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.
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Alanna and Alianne rode up to Corus the following day. They were silent most of the way, until they passed through the gates into the capital of Tortall.
"Is he meeting us somewhere?" Alanna asked her daughter.
"Yes, the Dancing Dove. We're expected," Alianne said.
Alanna nodded. Soon, they dismounted in front of the Dancing Dove. It was as crowded as could be expected on a Saturday morning in Corus.
A man, a boy really, walked over and hugged Alianne. "You made it! Thank Mithros!"
"Liam!" Alianne returned his hug and kissed him upon the cheek.
Alanna stood there, watching her daughter and Liam kiss, disgusted.
"Liam, this is my mother, Alanna the Lioness. Mother, this is Liam," Alianne said, looking between the two of them.
"The Lioness! Mithros! It is an honor to meet you at last, Lady Alanna!" Liam hugged her tightly. Alanna just, well, stood there.
"Alanna?" a voice said.
Alanna looked behind her. Jon was here. "Lady Alanna, Alianne, this is my father."
"A pleasure," Alanna said through gritted teeth.
Liam and Alianne exchanged worried glances.
"Oh the pleasure is all mine, Alanna," Jon said pleasantly.
"Why don't we sit down?" Alianne led her mother to a seat.
Once all were seated and drinks were ordered, they sat down to conduct business.
"When's the wedding?" Jon asked.
"No, tell me first about this wedding," Alanna demanded.
Liam took Alianne's hand. "I would like to marry your daughter, Lady Alanna."
Jonathan beamed. "Excellent!" He looked to Alanna.
"Well, I...," she stuttered. "I have to talk with George first of course."
The others nodded.
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"What's wrong with it?" Jon demanded.
"So, you're not the least bit concerned about your son marrying someone he hardly knows?" Alanna countered. "You don't think there's anything wrong?"
"Of course not!"
"Why? Is it because you could then say you won me over anyway!" Alanna yelled.
"What?" Jon looked puzzled. "Won you over? How? This isn't even about us!"
"It all boils down to it though! You knew when Liam mentioned Alianne that it meant my daughter. With the title, you knew for sure! You want this to happen!" Alanna screamed at him.
"I never knew! Liam never told me anything about Alianne, except about how wonderful she is and how much he loves her. He told me nothing about titles or homes. Nothing, Alanna! Now will you stop being so damn stubborn?"
Alanna turned to the window of Jon's study, tears flowing down her cheeks. Jon must have heard because she could hear his footsteps coming over to her. He turned her around and pushed her head up.
"I know you don't like this, but it has nothing do with us." He wiped a tear from her eye. "You can't prevent her from marrying him even if you wanted to. She is your daughter, after all. She'll do as she pleases."
Alanna sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "You're right. But, she's 17! Too young to marry."
"I want you to tell me the truth, Alanna. If he wasn't my son, would you allow Alianne to marry him?" Jon looked intently into her eyes.
"I feel like by telling Alianne she can marry Liam, that I'm doing something wrong. It feels like that we are still together. And then we've got a situation like mine and George's, Eleni's, and Myles's. It's too much the same," Alanna sobbed.
Jon pulled her close and held her as she sobbed. It was a warm feeling. Something that he had not experienced in so long. Thayet didn't want to be held. She never cried. Ever. This felt so right.... Perfect.
"Jon?" Jon looked down into Alanna's amythest eyes.
"Yes?"
"Should I let her?"
"You don't want my opinion. You know I won't give you the answer you want to hear."
"You're right. I don't." She removed herself from his hold and left him alone in the study to think of what had just happened.
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I wrote this chapter on the 18th, but my stupid computer *Kicks computer* froze and the chapter got deleted so I left the fic alone until today, the 20th, because I was still feeling hostile towards it. Grr.
This was a rather interesting chapter, I think. It's practically the same as when I had originally written it, so you didn't get cheated on anything. I think the fight was a little tougher before, but then again I hadn't finished the fight when the file was deleted. So...
In case you were wondering why Alianne calls Alanna and George 'Mother' and 'Father' is because I find Mom and Dad inappropriate during this time and because they are nobles they do not say "Ma" or "Pa" or "Da."
I can't believe all the reviews I got! *shrieks with happiness* I was going to be happy is I got 2 reviews, but 40?? You people are so kind! Keep it up!! Was it the summary that made you want to read this fic? Or was it because it was written by me? Please let me know which one or if it was something completely different. You people are the best!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to:
ladyluck: Thanks!!
Lady Lucy A/J 4ever: That's horrible on the friend thing! My one friend, Cassie (I need to give names so that you understand who is who) likes George, but supports A/J, I think. Before she read TP, we had marriages...we're soo obsessed....and we told her that she could have George. She was happy. Anyway, I have a friend named Sarah M. how loves A/J. And my friend Sarah S. used to be a A/G fan. She told me all about the SOTL. But, when she told me I loved Jon and felt sorry for him right away. I made her see how much better Jon is and now she is A/J. Hehe!! *grins evilly* We should take over the world and make the entire world TP readers! And A/J people! Muahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!! Whew! That was long....
Becca: Coram took over Trebond. He and Rispah live there together with their many kids.
Lady Arianna: Well, I dont very well want to give away any key details. If you read my fics, you notice a pattern. It stands out it nearly EVERY fic, so....yeah. To answer your question, yes! Duh! I'm writing this! There. Thank you! You're soo sweet!!!!
Poison Ivory: She's a blonde, remember? Course, so am I.......hehehe.....
Scarlet Mage: DUHH!!! This is me we're talking about. I'm writing this. OF COURSE!!!!
Epitaph Munku-JGSPTV: I never thought about the relationship either. Anyway, Alianne is blonde. Besides she never really heard who Liam's father is. And Liam is the overshadowed prince. He's the youngest I think. But I'm not sure. Thanks.
ChaChaChica: ACK!! NOOOOOO!!! *runs away screaming*
Chopstic*: I love A/J. Don't care how nice George is....don care! I'm glad you like it!!! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside even though my fingers are like ice. I need more reviews like this to warm my fingers....brrrrr...Maybe I should turn the fan off.....It's considerably warmer in here.....
Camisole: I'm glad you thought it was funny! Thanks!!
Lady Katherine: I know everyone knows! *sniff* No need to rub it in.....At least I can freak people out in the Boyfriend! No one saw that pairing coming!! Muahaha!!
Morrigan: I LOVE this kind of bribery! It works for me!
Silwen: Thanks for telling me! I knew about the blue hair, but that's a whole different story! I have to wait to see Tammy if my parents will even drive 5 hours to see her. I have to keep hoping!
Lady Alanna: I am!
Lady Tarilyn: *sweatdrops* Uh...eh...No! Of course..*sweat drop sweatdrop* not..Where'd ya get an idea like that? *Sweatdrops*
Camp Writer: *looks sad* Darn, you guessed....pooie.
Jossie: Must upload, right? That's my purpose it life! Thanks!!
White-wolf: Thanks!!!
Lady Kelly: *blushes* That's soooooo sweet!! Thank you! It warmed my frozen fingers up!! Thank you!! I can feel them again!! Yay!!!
bThank you all!! You're sooo kind!!!/b
Please review. I love it when people review. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Thanks to Sarah aka Liger and Lady Queenscove- my little pocket thought-bouncer-off-er
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
This was just one of those fics where I was doing a what-if to my friend and the whole idea erupted into my head and I had to write it. That's how most of my fanfics and ideas work. In case you were curious as to how my mind works.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.
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Alanna and Alianne rode up to Corus the following day. They were silent most of the way, until they passed through the gates into the capital of Tortall.
"Is he meeting us somewhere?" Alanna asked her daughter.
"Yes, the Dancing Dove. We're expected," Alianne said.
Alanna nodded. Soon, they dismounted in front of the Dancing Dove. It was as crowded as could be expected on a Saturday morning in Corus.
A man, a boy really, walked over and hugged Alianne. "You made it! Thank Mithros!"
"Liam!" Alianne returned his hug and kissed him upon the cheek.
Alanna stood there, watching her daughter and Liam kiss, disgusted.
"Liam, this is my mother, Alanna the Lioness. Mother, this is Liam," Alianne said, looking between the two of them.
"The Lioness! Mithros! It is an honor to meet you at last, Lady Alanna!" Liam hugged her tightly. Alanna just, well, stood there.
"Alanna?" a voice said.
Alanna looked behind her. Jon was here. "Lady Alanna, Alianne, this is my father."
"A pleasure," Alanna said through gritted teeth.
Liam and Alianne exchanged worried glances.
"Oh the pleasure is all mine, Alanna," Jon said pleasantly.
"Why don't we sit down?" Alianne led her mother to a seat.
Once all were seated and drinks were ordered, they sat down to conduct business.
"When's the wedding?" Jon asked.
"No, tell me first about this wedding," Alanna demanded.
Liam took Alianne's hand. "I would like to marry your daughter, Lady Alanna."
Jonathan beamed. "Excellent!" He looked to Alanna.
"Well, I...," she stuttered. "I have to talk with George first of course."
The others nodded.
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"What's wrong with it?" Jon demanded.
"So, you're not the least bit concerned about your son marrying someone he hardly knows?" Alanna countered. "You don't think there's anything wrong?"
"Of course not!"
"Why? Is it because you could then say you won me over anyway!" Alanna yelled.
"What?" Jon looked puzzled. "Won you over? How? This isn't even about us!"
"It all boils down to it though! You knew when Liam mentioned Alianne that it meant my daughter. With the title, you knew for sure! You want this to happen!" Alanna screamed at him.
"I never knew! Liam never told me anything about Alianne, except about how wonderful she is and how much he loves her. He told me nothing about titles or homes. Nothing, Alanna! Now will you stop being so damn stubborn?"
Alanna turned to the window of Jon's study, tears flowing down her cheeks. Jon must have heard because she could hear his footsteps coming over to her. He turned her around and pushed her head up.
"I know you don't like this, but it has nothing do with us." He wiped a tear from her eye. "You can't prevent her from marrying him even if you wanted to. She is your daughter, after all. She'll do as she pleases."
Alanna sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "You're right. But, she's 17! Too young to marry."
"I want you to tell me the truth, Alanna. If he wasn't my son, would you allow Alianne to marry him?" Jon looked intently into her eyes.
"I feel like by telling Alianne she can marry Liam, that I'm doing something wrong. It feels like that we are still together. And then we've got a situation like mine and George's, Eleni's, and Myles's. It's too much the same," Alanna sobbed.
Jon pulled her close and held her as she sobbed. It was a warm feeling. Something that he had not experienced in so long. Thayet didn't want to be held. She never cried. Ever. This felt so right.... Perfect.
"Jon?" Jon looked down into Alanna's amythest eyes.
"Yes?"
"Should I let her?"
"You don't want my opinion. You know I won't give you the answer you want to hear."
"You're right. I don't." She removed herself from his hold and left him alone in the study to think of what had just happened.
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I wrote this chapter on the 18th, but my stupid computer *Kicks computer* froze and the chapter got deleted so I left the fic alone until today, the 20th, because I was still feeling hostile towards it. Grr.
This was a rather interesting chapter, I think. It's practically the same as when I had originally written it, so you didn't get cheated on anything. I think the fight was a little tougher before, but then again I hadn't finished the fight when the file was deleted. So...
In case you were wondering why Alianne calls Alanna and George 'Mother' and 'Father' is because I find Mom and Dad inappropriate during this time and because they are nobles they do not say "Ma" or "Pa" or "Da."
I can't believe all the reviews I got! *shrieks with happiness* I was going to be happy is I got 2 reviews, but 40?? You people are so kind! Keep it up!! Was it the summary that made you want to read this fic? Or was it because it was written by me? Please let me know which one or if it was something completely different. You people are the best!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to:
ladyluck: Thanks!!
Lady Lucy A/J 4ever: That's horrible on the friend thing! My one friend, Cassie (I need to give names so that you understand who is who) likes George, but supports A/J, I think. Before she read TP, we had marriages...we're soo obsessed....and we told her that she could have George. She was happy. Anyway, I have a friend named Sarah M. how loves A/J. And my friend Sarah S. used to be a A/G fan. She told me all about the SOTL. But, when she told me I loved Jon and felt sorry for him right away. I made her see how much better Jon is and now she is A/J. Hehe!! *grins evilly* We should take over the world and make the entire world TP readers! And A/J people! Muahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!! Whew! That was long....
Becca: Coram took over Trebond. He and Rispah live there together with their many kids.
Lady Arianna: Well, I dont very well want to give away any key details. If you read my fics, you notice a pattern. It stands out it nearly EVERY fic, so....yeah. To answer your question, yes! Duh! I'm writing this! There. Thank you! You're soo sweet!!!!
Poison Ivory: She's a blonde, remember? Course, so am I.......hehehe.....
Scarlet Mage: DUHH!!! This is me we're talking about. I'm writing this. OF COURSE!!!!
Epitaph Munku-JGSPTV: I never thought about the relationship either. Anyway, Alianne is blonde. Besides she never really heard who Liam's father is. And Liam is the overshadowed prince. He's the youngest I think. But I'm not sure. Thanks.
ChaChaChica: ACK!! NOOOOOO!!! *runs away screaming*
Chopstic*: I love A/J. Don't care how nice George is....don care! I'm glad you like it!!! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside even though my fingers are like ice. I need more reviews like this to warm my fingers....brrrrr...Maybe I should turn the fan off.....It's considerably warmer in here.....
Camisole: I'm glad you thought it was funny! Thanks!!
Lady Katherine: I know everyone knows! *sniff* No need to rub it in.....At least I can freak people out in the Boyfriend! No one saw that pairing coming!! Muahaha!!
Morrigan: I LOVE this kind of bribery! It works for me!
Silwen: Thanks for telling me! I knew about the blue hair, but that's a whole different story! I have to wait to see Tammy if my parents will even drive 5 hours to see her. I have to keep hoping!
Lady Alanna: I am!
Lady Tarilyn: *sweatdrops* Uh...eh...No! Of course..*sweat drop sweatdrop* not..Where'd ya get an idea like that? *Sweatdrops*
Camp Writer: *looks sad* Darn, you guessed....pooie.
Jossie: Must upload, right? That's my purpose it life! Thanks!!
White-wolf: Thanks!!!
Lady Kelly: *blushes* That's soooooo sweet!! Thank you! It warmed my frozen fingers up!! Thank you!! I can feel them again!! Yay!!!
bThank you all!! You're sooo kind!!!/b
Please review. I love it when people review. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Thanks to Sarah aka Liger and Lady Queenscove- my little pocket thought-bouncer-off-er
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff