A.N Here's a new chapter. I would've updated sooner, but renting Xbox and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets video game and the Lord of the Rings one have kept me away..Does anyone have Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets video game for Xbox and would be willing to tell me how you find the book with the Experiallarmus spell in it?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.
Glad to know that fanfiction.net is up and running again. I took a look at fictionpress.net (we shall soon refer to it as fpn) and I like it. The design is cool. Anyway.
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Chapter 14
Jon banged his head against his desk as punishment. He deserved it for two reasons: one, he practically told Alanna that he loved her and in doing so, scared her away; two, he let his youngest son see him drunk.
He knew he couldn't protect his children from everything and that it would be wrong to shield them from reality. But, he had always promised himself that he would not let his children ever see him drunk. Not ever.
And he had let Liam see him drunk yesterday. He was ashamed.
Most people don't remember what happened while they were drunk, and for some, that's punishment. But, unfortunately, Jon remembered most of what had happened.
He had wailed about losing Alanna. Liam had found him and asked some questions. Jon had answered those questions. Those questions about Alanna and his love for her. About his history with Alanna. About what they did together. Once he started, he couldn't stop telling. It all came spilling out of him. But, for some reason, it had felt good to get it off his chest. To tell somebody. And he told somebody. He told that somebody everything. He told his son everything, the son that was going to be marrying Jon's dream woman's daughter.
Jon shook his head. How could he have been so stupid? Getting drunk like that was for teenagers.
Now he thought of Alanna. He thought of how much he wanted to marry Alanna. To be the father of her children. Something that had been his dream since he was nineteen years old. So long he had carried these dreams, these fantasies. Never telling anyone. He had known that he couldn't tell his parents about the woman he loved. They would ask questions, demand to see her. And Alanna had not wanted to marry. So, Jon kept his mouth shut.
When Jon married Thayet, he had pushed these thoughts away. And they stayed away for the most part, only returning when he saw Alanna. Which wasn't very often, considering she had been angry with him. Again.
Jon had embraced Liam's love of Alianne because he had figured that his love for Alanna would vanish if they were together instead. They hadn't.
He wanted to marry her now. He wanted Liam and Alianne to marry too. They could all get what they wanted. Thayet could go off to b a regular Rider or help the commoners of Tortall. George could go back to the rogue. Jon could marry Alanna. Liam could marry Alianne.
The whole problem was sick and twisted.
Yet, there had to be some way to solve it. There just had to be.
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"Jon, aren't you the least bit exhausted?" Thayet said, stepping into his study.
"No," he yawned. He was flipping through the page of 'The Laws of Tortall.'
"What could possibly be in that book that you're looking for at this hour? Nothing massive has happened in ages," Thayet said, looking over his shoulder.
Jon noticed this, and partially closed the book. "Thayet...." he said in an annoyed voice.
"What is so secret about this?"
"Nothing."
"Then why won't you let me see what you're looking for?"
"Because..."
"Because why?"
"Just because I don't want you to, Thayet. I have my reasons. I am king, you know, and I demand some privacy," he told her in what he hoped was a commanding voice, but he knew that wasn't possible since he had yawned while saying "I am king."
"All right, all right," she said, kissing him on the forehead. "Don't stay up to late." And she was gone.
Jon sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. He flipped open the book and began searching some more.
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Chapter 13 Thank yous:
veralidaine: YaY! I suppose you're right about George....Oh well, it'll fit in with the alternate ending that will be written to compliment the fic once it's finished. I don't know much about them either, except that Liam worries too much and Ali doesn't worry enough.
kecharafaith4lyf: It wouldn't be me if I didn't have such high demands. My mind keeps saying 300, 300, 300, 300. It wants 300 reviews sooooo bad! Never gotten that many before. Unchartered territories. YOU can help make that dream come true! Enlist today! The word your looking for is innocent. Well, they WERE, until after the last chapter.
Drowning Rooster: I'm sorry! Here you are!
White-wolf: Aren't they? Young love...Humbug.
Jossie: Love reviews are good. Hopefully I can balance this out with an equally long thank you note to you. Thank you for the pep up! I feel much better! Which reminds me that my friend promised to call me tomorrow and I told her that if she didn't, I would seek revenge. Namely, making a voodoo doll of her and torturing her senseless. She told me to start sewing. It was funny. It might be funny, but I wouldn't put it in this fic. I might use it as an alternate ending later. I won't make anyone die in this fic. That is not a promise. I might kill off a servant or a fly or a maybe a rat. But I think this will remain lacking in violence of that nature. It would be too cliche if George and Thayet got together. Unless it was just one of those one night stands. *violently bright lightbulb appears and blinds everyone except the author* AHA!!!!!!!! *evil cackles* NEW FIC IDEA!!!!!! *more evil cackles* *pens idea down**smiles nice and big*
Keita: Many alternate endings. But I have to finish this fic first, so that there will be something to alter.
Lady Rianna Dragoneye: You're right. Stranger things HAVE happened in Tortall. Good point.
Queenofilangees: Well, Alanna is a selfish bum of a woman. She never knows what she wants, and when she does, she pretends that's not what she wants and then loses her chance to have it. Then she spoils everyone else's life with her own tragedies. What an evil woman she is.
Galadriel Hermione Potter: Second star to the right, isn't it? Have fun! Sne me a post card!
Pata: Cliffie is good. For the writer at least. It allows her to have a nice way to begin her next chapter.
chopstix*: I'm glad you like them. So innocent and sweet....*grin*
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I am going to ask for AT LEAST 270 reviews for this chapter.
~Queen of Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. Period. End of discussion.
Glad to know that fanfiction.net is up and running again. I took a look at fictionpress.net (we shall soon refer to it as fpn) and I like it. The design is cool. Anyway.
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Chapter 14
Jon banged his head against his desk as punishment. He deserved it for two reasons: one, he practically told Alanna that he loved her and in doing so, scared her away; two, he let his youngest son see him drunk.
He knew he couldn't protect his children from everything and that it would be wrong to shield them from reality. But, he had always promised himself that he would not let his children ever see him drunk. Not ever.
And he had let Liam see him drunk yesterday. He was ashamed.
Most people don't remember what happened while they were drunk, and for some, that's punishment. But, unfortunately, Jon remembered most of what had happened.
He had wailed about losing Alanna. Liam had found him and asked some questions. Jon had answered those questions. Those questions about Alanna and his love for her. About his history with Alanna. About what they did together. Once he started, he couldn't stop telling. It all came spilling out of him. But, for some reason, it had felt good to get it off his chest. To tell somebody. And he told somebody. He told that somebody everything. He told his son everything, the son that was going to be marrying Jon's dream woman's daughter.
Jon shook his head. How could he have been so stupid? Getting drunk like that was for teenagers.
Now he thought of Alanna. He thought of how much he wanted to marry Alanna. To be the father of her children. Something that had been his dream since he was nineteen years old. So long he had carried these dreams, these fantasies. Never telling anyone. He had known that he couldn't tell his parents about the woman he loved. They would ask questions, demand to see her. And Alanna had not wanted to marry. So, Jon kept his mouth shut.
When Jon married Thayet, he had pushed these thoughts away. And they stayed away for the most part, only returning when he saw Alanna. Which wasn't very often, considering she had been angry with him. Again.
Jon had embraced Liam's love of Alianne because he had figured that his love for Alanna would vanish if they were together instead. They hadn't.
He wanted to marry her now. He wanted Liam and Alianne to marry too. They could all get what they wanted. Thayet could go off to b a regular Rider or help the commoners of Tortall. George could go back to the rogue. Jon could marry Alanna. Liam could marry Alianne.
The whole problem was sick and twisted.
Yet, there had to be some way to solve it. There just had to be.
***
"Jon, aren't you the least bit exhausted?" Thayet said, stepping into his study.
"No," he yawned. He was flipping through the page of 'The Laws of Tortall.'
"What could possibly be in that book that you're looking for at this hour? Nothing massive has happened in ages," Thayet said, looking over his shoulder.
Jon noticed this, and partially closed the book. "Thayet...." he said in an annoyed voice.
"What is so secret about this?"
"Nothing."
"Then why won't you let me see what you're looking for?"
"Because..."
"Because why?"
"Just because I don't want you to, Thayet. I have my reasons. I am king, you know, and I demand some privacy," he told her in what he hoped was a commanding voice, but he knew that wasn't possible since he had yawned while saying "I am king."
"All right, all right," she said, kissing him on the forehead. "Don't stay up to late." And she was gone.
Jon sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. He flipped open the book and began searching some more.
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Chapter 13 Thank yous:
veralidaine: YaY! I suppose you're right about George....Oh well, it'll fit in with the alternate ending that will be written to compliment the fic once it's finished. I don't know much about them either, except that Liam worries too much and Ali doesn't worry enough.
kecharafaith4lyf: It wouldn't be me if I didn't have such high demands. My mind keeps saying 300, 300, 300, 300. It wants 300 reviews sooooo bad! Never gotten that many before. Unchartered territories. YOU can help make that dream come true! Enlist today! The word your looking for is innocent. Well, they WERE, until after the last chapter.
Drowning Rooster: I'm sorry! Here you are!
White-wolf: Aren't they? Young love...Humbug.
Jossie: Love reviews are good. Hopefully I can balance this out with an equally long thank you note to you. Thank you for the pep up! I feel much better! Which reminds me that my friend promised to call me tomorrow and I told her that if she didn't, I would seek revenge. Namely, making a voodoo doll of her and torturing her senseless. She told me to start sewing. It was funny. It might be funny, but I wouldn't put it in this fic. I might use it as an alternate ending later. I won't make anyone die in this fic. That is not a promise. I might kill off a servant or a fly or a maybe a rat. But I think this will remain lacking in violence of that nature. It would be too cliche if George and Thayet got together. Unless it was just one of those one night stands. *violently bright lightbulb appears and blinds everyone except the author* AHA!!!!!!!! *evil cackles* NEW FIC IDEA!!!!!! *more evil cackles* *pens idea down**smiles nice and big*
Keita: Many alternate endings. But I have to finish this fic first, so that there will be something to alter.
Lady Rianna Dragoneye: You're right. Stranger things HAVE happened in Tortall. Good point.
Queenofilangees: Well, Alanna is a selfish bum of a woman. She never knows what she wants, and when she does, she pretends that's not what she wants and then loses her chance to have it. Then she spoils everyone else's life with her own tragedies. What an evil woman she is.
Galadriel Hermione Potter: Second star to the right, isn't it? Have fun! Sne me a post card!
Pata: Cliffie is good. For the writer at least. It allows her to have a nice way to begin her next chapter.
chopstix*: I'm glad you like them. So innocent and sweet....*grin*
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I am going to ask for AT LEAST 270 reviews for this chapter.
~Queen of Fluff