A.N I wrote this chapter for all of you to make sure that none of you feel the need to kidnap me...I was a tad afraid that one of you might get that idea and then pass it on to everyone else....*is scared* *hears noise* *jumps*


Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.

I know this chapter is much shorter and actually looks long, but, alas, it is not. You would be fooled by two chapters worth of thank yous...So many thank yous...Not that I mind!!!!

Alas, this is even shorter than Ch. 10. *is embarrassed* But, I'm sure most of you have been wondering what was about to commence at the end of the previous chapter, and this chapter, as short as it may be, tells you just that.

Also, I know many of you may note the fact that Alanna is often in a dress in this fic. Well, I don't know why, but maybe she's feels more feminine in a dress. I know I would...feeling masculine in a dress is wrong....If your wondering why this chapter and the next chapter are more depressing it is because I was listening to Edelweiss the ENTIRE time. I just kept playing it over and over again. Why Edelweiss you ask? One, Edelweiss is the song that my choir is singing for ISSMA contest. Two, Edelweiss is a slower, more sad song which helps me keep the mood. It just didn't help me keep the mood when A*Teens "Dancing Queen" which is perky and happy and fast starts playing. Bad things could've happened....Comical things might have happened where it should have been dead serious.

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Chapter 12

Alanna snuck into her bedroom in the middle of the night. She was intending to sleep in the parlor, but she needed her nightgown first.


George was sleeping soundly. Finally. He hadn't been able to get to sleep for the longest time and Alanna didn't want to bother him, considering that it was her fault that he was so depressed.


She slowly opened the wardrobe and pulled out the top nightgown. She tiptoed to the door and had half-way opened the door when George woke up.


"Alanna?" he said groggily.


She turned. "Yes, George?"


"Was it him?"


"Him?"


"Jon."


"What about him?"


"Is it Jon? Did you fall in love with Jon?"


"George, you have an over active imagination."


"Was is it, Alanna?" George said more forcefully. Demanding, really.


"It was."


"What about Thayet?"


"I don't know what you're talking about."


"Alanna, don't play dumb with me. Did he divorce Thayet for you?"


"No, but he will."


"How are you so sure?"


"He's not in love with Thayet. He's in love with me."


"Did he tell you so?"


"Not directly..."


"How then?"


"He accused me of being in love with him."


"That seems loving."


"It was in a loving way, George."


"You never said if he said he was not in love with Thayet."


"George, he said that he and Thayet were having a bad marriage."


"Oh."


"Yes, now go to bed."


"No, I have one more question."


"Now what?"


"You want to marry Jon, right?"


"Well, yes, that's why we're getting a divorce, is it not?"


"And, Alianne wants to marry Liam, Jon's son. Doesn't that pose a problem?"


Alanna scowled. "You are the second person to mention that to me today."


"Who was the first?"


"The reasonable part of my brain."


George chuckled. "Well, that's why it's the reasonable part."


"Are you quite finished?"


"You didn't answer my question."


Yes I did."


"No, you commented on it."


"What was the question again?"


"Isn't there a problem with the fact that you want to marry Jon and Alianne, your daughter, wants to marry Jon's son?"


"I'm going to talk to Jon about that."


"If he wants to marry you, of course."


"He wants to marry me, George."


"Does he now?"


"GEORGE! Go. To. Bed.'


"You know, Alanna, I think you should make sure you have a suitable replacement before you dispose of your husbands to marry another man. Just in case this other man does not intend to marry you."


"George, you want some advice?"


"Sure.'


"Shut up."


"Thanks."


"No problem."


And with that Alanna left the bedroom, making sure to slam the door hard enough to rattle George's brain.


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I hope you guys enjoyed their little chat. I thought it would be interesting. Yes, George recovered quickly. I suppose you are all wondering what's going to happen to him? *grins evilly* We shall see...

Good news! I am ahead! I shall be starting Ch. 14 soon!!! This is amazing for me! I'm ahead!!!

Chapter 11 Thank yous:

Lady Lucy A/J 4ever: Jon's not going anywhere. He's staying home at the palace like a good little boy. Email me your questions!

Lady Ashley: *smiles* Thank you! *glares at ask_my_mom*

kecharafaith4lyf: I've never read those books...*sniffle* Anyway, interesting name! Cool! Thank you!!

Nicole Lequia: Aww! Thanks!!!

Lady Tarillyn: LOL! Yes, so short, yet so important. You know, it just wouldn't be me if I didn't ask for a lot of reviews. Reviews are like my salary. I need cash too!!

s: Thank you!

Shelly Salmalin: Thank you ever so!

Lillie: I know! So short!

Cami of Queenscove: Yeah, Stacey, it would be bad if Neal heard that! He might want a divorce! *crowd gasps* Course, it wouldn't be that hard to find someone to replace him....Obviously, this chapter was too short

Keita: This boy sounds very interesting! LOL! That would be the end of Alanna....Maybe, if George felt angry at Jon, he could just go and stab Jon...But that would be bad...It gives me an idea for an alternate ending......OO! Thank you!!!

Drowning Rooster: Working on it!!

Starfire: We shall see if Alanna gets with Jon....Which also means that we will see about this 'soon' that you speak of....*mumbles to self* What could it be?? This...'soon'??

Jossie: Cruel is my middle name, chica. Maybe Jon has some sort of horrible plot against Alanna! Which is why I am going to have an alternate ending....maybe...

Maria: Yeah it went through. That would be evil George...Maybe I could take away his niceness and make him evil!! AGAIN!!!

Chopstix*: Keyword...ALMOST.

veralidaine: Hint hing nudge nudge? *plays dumb* What could that possibly mean?


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