Evasion
Due to Raoul's suggestion, Jon soon found himself sitting at a table in the Dancing Dove. George and Alanna were talking -or rather Alanna was sitting, very carefully looking everywhere but him (he wondered why) and George was trying to persuade her into a conversation- Raoul was talking to Gary and he was simply sitting there. He watched Alanna, trying very hard to be discreet about it.
"Jon, are you sure everything's okay?" Raoul asked after several minutes of him simply sitting there. "Did something happen last night? Last I saw, you were leaving the ballroom with Lady Delia on your arm. She came back in a few minutes later and set about trying to charm every knight there. Did something happen?" Alanna's head -which had been staring towards the back wall in her quest to avoid eye contact with her knight-master- jerked up suddenly, a look of- was it- fear?
"Nothing happened," Jonathan said. "Delia saw Roger and left with him. Nothing happened last night." Though I wish dreams were real, he thought, looking at his squire, who had relaxed a little. George's eyes flicked from Jon to Alanna and back again, so quickly that Jon wondered if anyone else had seen it.
"I have to go," Alanna said quickly. "I have something I need to do back at the palace."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Gary asked. "You seem out of sorts too." Alanna put on a very falsely bright smile.
"Everything's fine," she said, in a voice that clearly said that everything is not fine at all. Once she'd left the Dove, Jon, seeing an opportunity, stood.
"I don't trust my squire's word," he said quickly. "I'll go see if he'll tell me anything; if it's just his knight-master, maybe he'll talk." He left before anyone could object.
Once in the street, he caught up with Alanna easily. He made a grab for her arm and missed, fingers brushing her arm slightly. "Alanna," he said quietly. "Is something wrong?"
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Jon grabbed for her arm. She tried to avoid it, but was not quite fast enough, and his fingertips just brushed her arm, sending a tingle up her spine. "Alanna," he said quietly, his blue eyes concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"What do you think?" she said, slightly bitter with fear and frustration. His eyes mirrored his confusion.
"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about," he said firmly. "Was it something that happened last night-" "Think back on it," she interrupted. "What do you think it was?" He stared at her, confusion etched in every plane of his handsome features.
"All I know," he said slowly. "Is that after Delia left, I went straight to my rooms." She stared at him, shock showing itself clearly on her face.
"You don't remember?" she asked incredulously.
"Remember what?" he said, still confused. She took advantage of that moment to flee into the crowds. He'd lost her in seconds. Cursing under his breath, he trudged up to the palace, still wondering what in Mithros' name she was talking about. Unless the dream- but that was impossible. If it had been real, she would not have woken up in her room, fully clothed. She- never mind. He banished all those thoughts from his head and continued on his way to the palace.
A/N HAHA!!! Review and I continue, leading up to the inevitable confrontation!!
Due to Raoul's suggestion, Jon soon found himself sitting at a table in the Dancing Dove. George and Alanna were talking -or rather Alanna was sitting, very carefully looking everywhere but him (he wondered why) and George was trying to persuade her into a conversation- Raoul was talking to Gary and he was simply sitting there. He watched Alanna, trying very hard to be discreet about it.
"Jon, are you sure everything's okay?" Raoul asked after several minutes of him simply sitting there. "Did something happen last night? Last I saw, you were leaving the ballroom with Lady Delia on your arm. She came back in a few minutes later and set about trying to charm every knight there. Did something happen?" Alanna's head -which had been staring towards the back wall in her quest to avoid eye contact with her knight-master- jerked up suddenly, a look of- was it- fear?
"Nothing happened," Jonathan said. "Delia saw Roger and left with him. Nothing happened last night." Though I wish dreams were real, he thought, looking at his squire, who had relaxed a little. George's eyes flicked from Jon to Alanna and back again, so quickly that Jon wondered if anyone else had seen it.
"I have to go," Alanna said quickly. "I have something I need to do back at the palace."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Gary asked. "You seem out of sorts too." Alanna put on a very falsely bright smile.
"Everything's fine," she said, in a voice that clearly said that everything is not fine at all. Once she'd left the Dove, Jon, seeing an opportunity, stood.
"I don't trust my squire's word," he said quickly. "I'll go see if he'll tell me anything; if it's just his knight-master, maybe he'll talk." He left before anyone could object.
Once in the street, he caught up with Alanna easily. He made a grab for her arm and missed, fingers brushing her arm slightly. "Alanna," he said quietly. "Is something wrong?"
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Jon grabbed for her arm. She tried to avoid it, but was not quite fast enough, and his fingertips just brushed her arm, sending a tingle up her spine. "Alanna," he said quietly, his blue eyes concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"What do you think?" she said, slightly bitter with fear and frustration. His eyes mirrored his confusion.
"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about," he said firmly. "Was it something that happened last night-" "Think back on it," she interrupted. "What do you think it was?" He stared at her, confusion etched in every plane of his handsome features.
"All I know," he said slowly. "Is that after Delia left, I went straight to my rooms." She stared at him, shock showing itself clearly on her face.
"You don't remember?" she asked incredulously.
"Remember what?" he said, still confused. She took advantage of that moment to flee into the crowds. He'd lost her in seconds. Cursing under his breath, he trudged up to the palace, still wondering what in Mithros' name she was talking about. Unless the dream- but that was impossible. If it had been real, she would not have woken up in her room, fully clothed. She- never mind. He banished all those thoughts from his head and continued on his way to the palace.
A/N HAHA!!! Review and I continue, leading up to the inevitable confrontation!!