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In response to "Write that scene" in the "Games and Contests" Forum in the Dancing Dove.
Jonathan' and George's unexpected visit while Alanna is in a dress, ItHotG:
With Jonathan right behind me, I made my way through the gate, down the path to my mother's door. I was taking him to meet my mother. Pushing open the kitchen door, I called out to my mother, announcing our arrival, and invited Jon in, telling him to leave his horse outside. I would have thought that the Crown Prince of Tortall would know that he could leave his horse for the hostler.
Looking back at my mother, I realized that she had company; a young woman stood beside her. Her flaming copper hair and bright violet eyes drew my attention. It was Alanna! In a dress! She looked so much more feminine... I took in every detail about her, not able to tear my eyes away although she was blushing hard. My gaze lingered over her; I was shamelessly staring. Her curves, usually so well hidden, were now visible. Her now neckline revealed a pregnancy charm, hanging around her neck, and something else, that closely resembled a coal. "It's not polite to stare," her tart remark assured me that this was, indeed, Alanna.
"George, you're blocking the way. Have you changed your mind? You don't want me to meet your mother after all?" Jon pushed his way past me, into the kitchen.
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I pushed into the kitchen, past George. "And you're Prince Jonathan, or is it Johnny today?" asked his mother.
"I'm always Johnny in the city," I admitted.
"Do you mention that in front of every strange lady you meet?" demanded a sharp voice. I looked at the owner of the voice, startled; I hadn't noticed the lady that stood there.
"Forgive me, gentle lady," I started to apologize, "I didn't see..." Copper hair, violet eyes... It was Alanna! But it couldn't be, could it? Alanna was wearing a dress, a revealing dress that hugged curves she usually hid so well. I noticed two stones of some sort hanging around her neck, revealed by her low neckline. "You -- you're wearing a dress. You look-" I stopped. I was NOT going to tell her how beautiful she looked. "Where did you get the stone around your neck? I haven't seen it before," I said, changing the subject.
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I sat at my usual place at the Dancing Dove. I couldn't forget the way Alanna looked in a dress. It haunted my mind, a nagging little voice that just wouldn't go away. You love her it informed me; while I denied it to myself, the fact still remained that I loved Alanna. Seeing her in a dress had just been a painful reminder of that love. I sighed, there was nothing to be done. I loved Alanna and that was that. It wouldn't go away, and I couldn't forget it. So I accepted it; I loved her.
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