The Noble and the Thief

by thekeeperofwords

Alanna never met George. Instead, at the age of 14, she encounters him when he is arrested. He figures out her secret, and threatens to tell everyone if she doesnt free him. Will they fall for eachother? AG

4. Rules

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Metal clinked on metal as George paced around his new rooms, a deep scowl etched on his face. He threw his small pack onto his cot, which was set-up on the farthest corner from Jon's rooms and Alanna's bed. The thief was watched closely by Myles, Jon, Alanna, and the Lord Provost.

"So," Alanna said hesitantly. She jingled the large brass key in the air. "I've thought of something better than shackles. If you'll come here, George."

He sighed. "Is this some kind of player's act? What're you people here for. I believe I am now a servant, and shouldn't be gawked at."

"We're keeping a close eye on you, Cooper," the Provost growled. "You'd best watch yer tone."

"He's right, you know," Alanna snapped. "Please let me lay down the rules with him, and you can see him later. This naughty puppy will learn to sit, heel, and come before the week is done."

With groans and mutterings of disapproval Alanna's guests departed single file through her door. George didn't move from his position by his cot until everyone had left.

"Alright, Alanna," the tall man muttered, his angry pretense dropped. He sauntered over to his master and regarded her with bright hazel eyes. "What is it you're thinking?"

She knelt to unlock his ankle-cuffs. "We're doing away with these," she explained, and stood. "And I'm putting a different kind of restraint on you." The squire closed her eyes as purple fire swirled around her outstretched hands. It settled on George. He snorted.

"I have the Sight, you know. I can tell what magic you just put on me," he scoffed.

"Good," Alanna said briskly. "You aren't to leave my sight without first obtaining my permission. This spell will ensure that. And you can come with me to weapons training and meals…Staying a good distance away, of course. I will teach you how to care for my weapons--"

"You underestimate me, Young Alanna," George interrupted. "In case you've forgotten, I'm the King of Thieves. Or was at least. But I DO know a thing or two about fighting, weapons, and treachery."

Alanna smiled. "I think we will be good friends, George Cooper."

He did a small bow. "I do hope so, Master Alan."