A/N Hey guys, I hope you like the story so far, anyways here is the next chapter, please as always review!

Alanna woke up that morning felling fully rested after her long undisturbed sleep. Outside she could hear the pages begin to make their way to the mess hall for breakfast, aswell as all the other wonderful morning sounds that can be heard at the palace.

She got up and quickly dressed in a pair of tan breeches and a plain white cotton shirt. After she dressed she left her rooms and began to make her way to the suite of Sir Myles of Olau. As she was making her way along the stone corridors she bumped into someone.

"Sorry" she said. She looked up into the scarred face of a man in his early twenties. He quickly looked away from her and ran down the corridor. 'I must have scared him' she thought "odd though, I feel as if I have seen his face before". Putting the thought out of her mind for the time being she quickly made her way to Myles' rooms.

When she arrived she knocked on the heavy oak door that had the brass nameplate 'Sir Myles of Olau' engraved onto it. She heard grumbling emerge from inside the room and a barely distinctable "Who is it?" from Myles. Alanna laughed to herself at her adoptive father's behavior. "It's me, Alanna" she shouted through the door.

The door swung open and Alanna was swept into a bone-crushing hug from Myles. "I missed you" he informed her. At this Alanna laughed out loud. "I can see that" she replied smugly. "Come to breakfast with me" he urged her. She agreed to that and they set off to the mess hall.

Once they arrived at the very crowded and noisy mess hall they took a seat at one of the far remote tables hoping that people would not see, or recognize them. They had no such luck with this attempt.

After a few minutes someone must have recognized Alanna as there were whispers and people began pointing at her. It seemed as if the whole mess hall had become quiet and then broken into whispers to seemingly get in their opinions of Alanna. Alanna quickly finished her meal and muttering apologies to Myles exited the hall.

She decided to go and practice her weapons skills as to avoid another episode like the one she had faced in the mess hall. She took out her sword and began practicing several of her hardest moves to keep her in shape.

Around noon, she decided to stop for lunch. She headed up to her rooms, had a quick bath and changed into a clean pair of breeches and a shirt. She started making her way back to the mess hall when she stopped and changed her mind. She turned around and headed to the city.

She made her way into the lower city to a shabby looking inn with a banner saying 'The Dancing Dove' above the entrance. She walked in and looked around. Seeing someone she smiled and started to walk over to him.

George saw her walk in. He saw her look around until she saw him and he saw her start to make her way over to him. He smiled. He had missed Alanna. He hadn't seen her since her ordeal. He was glad that she had come to see him, especially so soon after her return.

He had expected that she would go straight to Jonathon and naught leave his side for some time thereafter. 'Well, she doesn't like to be predictable' he joked to himself. Alanna sat down across form George.

"Hello Lady Knight" he said in greeting to Alanna. She smirked at him. "Hello yourself, it's been awhile." George laughed. "How was your time in the desert? I am surprised that you came to see me so soon, I wasn't expecting you to leave Jon's side so quickly. The way I heard it he was all ready to propose to you in the desert, although I do admit that I was surprised that you didn't come back to the palace, with him I hadn't heard anything else about it." George said this very causally not wanting her to know that he was anxious.

He waited for what seemed like hours but was in reality only a matter of seconds for her to reply. "I refused him. I didn't want to become a princess-well queen now. I don't think I was ready for any kind of marriage, especially a royal one. I already get enough attention from the scandal of me being a girl and killing Roger and all, without me being the queen. And we had a fight, and Jon said some things to me. So that's why I didn't come back with him. I haven't even seen him yet." Alanna said this all very quickly and did not realize that there were tears streaming down her cheeks.

George immediately swept her up into an intimate hug feeling both relieved and sorry for her at the same time. "Do you want to talk" he asked. Alanna nodded and issued a soft "yes". George gently took her by the hand and led her up to his rooms.

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