Jon
Jonathan woke up slowly. He'd had a number of strange dreams; they felt almost real. But, due to the fact that his squire was nowhere to be seen, they had not been fact, only fantasy. He sighed. He'd had a fairly dreamless night except for one dream, prominently featuring Alanna and a walk in the gardens, culminating with something he wouldn't go into details with. Unsure of what to do, he dressed and knocked on Alanna's door. "Alan," he said hesitantly, unsure of how to face Alanna after his dreams of the night before. "Alan, are you decent?"
"Just let me pull on some breeches," she called back through the door. "I'll let you in; give me just a minute." There was the sound of someone getting out of bed. Minutes later, his red-haired squire opened the door. She hadn't bound her breasts, seeing as it would serve no purpose since he already knew her secret. 'Mithros, she's beautiful,' he thought, somewhat nervous. 'I think- I think I love her,' he realized with a shock. Some of his nervousness must have betrayed itself on his face, for she asked, concerned "Everything okay Jon?"
"Yes," he answered, not listening to her, focusing instead on her beautiful amethyst eyes. 'How could I not be okay with you standing right in front of me?'
"Do you need to talk to me?" she asked. It was an opening to confess what he was feeling. So, he took it. 'Odd that girls don't usually make me nervous, yet she has me shaking.'
"Yes," he said, still staring into those beautiful eyes. "Listen, Alanna, I- " She jumped at a knock on the door.
"Alan?" Gary's voice called through the door. "Are you awake?" Figuring this would be a good time to leave, Jon slipped back into his room. Moments later, the door was shut. There was the sound of a door opening and closing and voices traveling down the hall.
When the voices were gone, he opened his door and stepped out into the hall. Within minutes of his arrival in a main hallway, there was Lady Delia, clinging to his arm. With surprise, he realized that he was not in the least attracted to the woman who he'd chased for the better part quite a few months. 'Alanna was right,' he realized. 'She was just toying with me.' Deciding he had better things to do, he detached himself from her clinging arms and empty words and walked over to the practice yards. Standing in the shade, neither Alanna nor Gary noticed him. He watched them laughing together, Alanna disarming Gary for what was apparently not the first time, Gary attempting to return the favor and falling in the dust, courtesy of his squire's foot hooking around Gary's ankle with a quick pull.
"What are you doing Jon?" Raoul asked.
"Nothing," he answered. "Alan has the day off, and I have nothing to do." Raoul grinned at him.
"Me neither," he admitted cheerfully. "Want to see if Gary and Alan want to come down to the Dancing Dove?"
"Sure, why not," Jon replied, hope rising slightly. 'Maybe I can get Alanna alone, just maybe.'
A/N Well, should I continue.
Jonathan woke up slowly. He'd had a number of strange dreams; they felt almost real. But, due to the fact that his squire was nowhere to be seen, they had not been fact, only fantasy. He sighed. He'd had a fairly dreamless night except for one dream, prominently featuring Alanna and a walk in the gardens, culminating with something he wouldn't go into details with. Unsure of what to do, he dressed and knocked on Alanna's door. "Alan," he said hesitantly, unsure of how to face Alanna after his dreams of the night before. "Alan, are you decent?"
"Just let me pull on some breeches," she called back through the door. "I'll let you in; give me just a minute." There was the sound of someone getting out of bed. Minutes later, his red-haired squire opened the door. She hadn't bound her breasts, seeing as it would serve no purpose since he already knew her secret. 'Mithros, she's beautiful,' he thought, somewhat nervous. 'I think- I think I love her,' he realized with a shock. Some of his nervousness must have betrayed itself on his face, for she asked, concerned "Everything okay Jon?"
"Yes," he answered, not listening to her, focusing instead on her beautiful amethyst eyes. 'How could I not be okay with you standing right in front of me?'
"Do you need to talk to me?" she asked. It was an opening to confess what he was feeling. So, he took it. 'Odd that girls don't usually make me nervous, yet she has me shaking.'
"Yes," he said, still staring into those beautiful eyes. "Listen, Alanna, I- " She jumped at a knock on the door.
"Alan?" Gary's voice called through the door. "Are you awake?" Figuring this would be a good time to leave, Jon slipped back into his room. Moments later, the door was shut. There was the sound of a door opening and closing and voices traveling down the hall.
When the voices were gone, he opened his door and stepped out into the hall. Within minutes of his arrival in a main hallway, there was Lady Delia, clinging to his arm. With surprise, he realized that he was not in the least attracted to the woman who he'd chased for the better part quite a few months. 'Alanna was right,' he realized. 'She was just toying with me.' Deciding he had better things to do, he detached himself from her clinging arms and empty words and walked over to the practice yards. Standing in the shade, neither Alanna nor Gary noticed him. He watched them laughing together, Alanna disarming Gary for what was apparently not the first time, Gary attempting to return the favor and falling in the dust, courtesy of his squire's foot hooking around Gary's ankle with a quick pull.
"What are you doing Jon?" Raoul asked.
"Nothing," he answered. "Alan has the day off, and I have nothing to do." Raoul grinned at him.
"Me neither," he admitted cheerfully. "Want to see if Gary and Alan want to come down to the Dancing Dove?"
"Sure, why not," Jon replied, hope rising slightly. 'Maybe I can get Alanna alone, just maybe.'
A/N Well, should I continue.