Thank you reviewers. You guys are the best. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting on this chapter but I need to think of how they would meet Jonathon and add in George and Alanna fluff. Yay, for you out there who thinks George and Alanna a sweet couple. I'm sorry for those who like Jonathon. Sorry (beg for forgiveness) but I really like George so tough luck. :D

Before I start the story I forgot about the disclaimer. (Doh)

I owe nothing. None if these characters accept the plot. Yes only that. Now if you don't mind I beg you not to sue me.

One more thing, sorry about my grammars. Hope you don't tell my English teacher about this. (Looks around and give them evil looks) You guys better not.

Now let's get on with the story. : )

Meeting of a Prince and a kiss to remember

They been travelling for days and finally arrived at the capital city, Corus. Alanna looked around the town. The town smell so different to the country side. There were food and was so crowded that it was hard to move around. Alanna stayed close to George for she didn't want to get lost. She thought she saw him steal some purses of a noble person. She shook her head. Why would he do that?

Alanna still dress as a boy for she didn't want anyone to know that she a girl yet. In a town like this she could end up anywhere and guys would take advantage of her. She stopped at a stall which sells dresses. Girls were crowded around the one stall.

'George could we stop?" Alanna plead. George nodded while Alanna went to look at the stall. The fabric was soft and silky. It was so beautiful. Alanna didn't stay long. She didn't want the ladies to think that she some guy who likes dress.

George looked bored as he watches the big town. It wasn't much to him for he been here many times. He look inside his black cloak and grinned. Inside his cloak was money he stole from noble people.

Alanna came up to him and peered over his shoulder. 'What are you doing George?" he almost dropped the money.

'Don't scare me like that,' he said, tightening his cloak around him. Alanna shrugged and went to untie Moonlight who was grazing the grass.

Alanna haven't seen the black wolf when they left the forest. She sighs. Maybe the black wolf will find them.

The inn was small and comfortable. There were so many people that it was hard to talk to the innkeeper. He was a tall man with muscular body but not as broad as George. George paid the guy and Alanna looked at him suspiciously.

'Where did you get all those money?' she asked once they were in the room. She was taking a bath and asked him through the bathroom's door.

'I have them,' he said, unpacking his things.

Alanna washed her hair. She wrapped a towel around her body and take out a blue dress. The woman who had taken care of her when she was a child gave it to her. She said that it was from her older daughter but died after an unknown sickness. She said that Alanna could have it and when she's old enough could wear it. Alanna didn't wear it until today. It was beautiful with a pink ribbon on the neckline. The fabric was silk which press on her lightly and it flow just right on her ankles. It fitted perfectly and didn't show much of her skin. She decided to change her hair style and tied a red ribbon, matching her copper hair, on her hair. She looked in the mirror and blush. She didn't want George to see her like this. What if he teases and makes fun of her. She takes a deep breath and walked out of the room.

George quickly hid all the money when he heard Alanna approach from her long bathe. He looked up and gasps. She didn't meet his eyes but look down on the floor. He couldn't say a thing. She is... beautiful. Her amethyst eyes met his hazel eyes and he felt a jolt. He suddenly feels shy around her. A strand of copper hair fell from her face and he resists the urge to touch pull them back. Her blue dress clung into her body, tracing her curving body.

She couldn't take the silence any longer and put her hands on her hips. 'Well, aren't you going to say anything?" she frown and her angelic face disappear. He snapped out of his fantasy and smirked, being him again.

'So you're a girl after all?" he stand up and walked over to her. She wanted to run away but stand there looking at him like a deer hypnotise to lamp.

'I thought you knew that,' she said softly as he reach out and pull a strand of hair out from her face.

'I do.' He was about to lean in when a cry was heard down the street, startling them. They moved away from each other feeling shy suddenly.

There were so many things that Alanna could do. There were jesters performing, lots of food that Alanna haven't taste yet and lovely things that she couldn't resist buying. But she was sad. If only George was here then everything would be fun. George said that he couldn't come because he has something to do. He said he meet her later at the inn. She sighs.

She looked at a jester who was juggling seven balls and a fire stick. Everyone clapped and Alanna join in not really watching. As the jester finish everyone pushed as they try to get out of the way. A woman pushes Alanna hard and she fell. Strong arms held her and she look up to a pair of sapphire eyes.

He help her up and she blush. He was handsome, with beautiful eyes and hair. He was tall and muscular.

'Thanks,' Alanna said, feeling shy.

'May I ask what is your name my lady?' he bowed take her hand and kiss it softly. So he thought that she was a noble, Alanna thought.

'I am Alanna of Trebond.' Alanna said, blushing.

'Alanna.' He said testing the name. 'I am Jonathan of Conte.' He said bowing.

'Jonathon?" Alanna asked, unsure, the name sound familiar to her ears. 'You're a Prince!" Alanna said, bewilder. She quickly bowed and almost fell if Prince Jonathon didn't catch her. She blush and said thanks again.

'I am the prince,' he said, without hesitation. 'I see you are alone. Would you mind if I show you around?' he extended his hand and she take it, smiling. Handsome and polite, she thought. Maybe this tripped wasn't so bad after all. But she felt guilty inside. George.

The Dancing Dove was so noisy though it was still evening. A man greeted George warmly. 'George my lad. Where have you been all these years? My oh my, you have grown up since the last time I saw you. I wee lad you were then. How Myles? Haven't seen him a while.' Everyone in the Dancing Dove greeted George with warm open arms.

Lightfingers nodded at George and continue drinking his ale. The man who has spoken to George was the innkeeper of the Dancing Dove. He was tall, yet muscular. His hair was blonde but after many years turned into white. His tired sea blue eyes looked at George with joy.

'Aye. So many questions so little time to answer.' A boy offered him a seat by the fireplace and George felt instantly warm and comfortable.

''I have been travelling with lass to Tortall.' There were some whistles in the room as all ears listen to his story. George went slightly pink and continues. 'In search for a man and avenge my mother death.' As they heard that question flew everywhere towards him. He answer them all, giving little information.

Lightfingers clapped his hands together and all was silent. 'The majesty need to rest after his long ride to Tortall. Please do not bother asking him question before he feels better.' George gave an appreciative looks towards his trusty friend.

'I'm not the majesty yet 'Finger. Call me George only. Need to win the crown from Myles.'

'You're our majesty even though you haven't won the throne yet George.' George smile and went to his room. He wondered how Alanna doing. He needs to find her before night fall.

Alanna sat at the inn talking to the prince. She enjoy being with the prince but he was... boring. He wasn't much fun to be around with as George. (A/n: Sorry pplz who loves Jon.shoot me). She was about to fall asleep when Jonathon lean in and press his lips to her lips. She pulled away abruptly, flushing red. He didn't stop there as he his lips touch her neck brushing it lightly. Jonathon stops and turned away.

'Sorry,' Jonathon said, red. They didn't notice that George have slipped in and have watch the whole scene. He felt a pang of jealousy as he slipped away into the room.

George was packing his things. His friends in the Dancing Dove told him to bring the lass and stay as long as they want. George said he will bring Alanna.

He was putting away his weapons when Alanna entered, her face flush.

He stands up and walks to Alanna, giving her bag.

"Where are we going?" Alanna asked as he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the inn. He paid the innkeeper.

'Going so soon, aye?" George nodded and didn't answer.

Alanna have a hard time keeping up with George. He untied his black stallion and mounted. Alanna untied Moonlight and decided to not ask question, the kiss still on her mind. How could she let it happen? It wasn't supposed to happen.

They arrived at a small building, lights spilling out of the windows, noise could be heard.

A wave of warm air hit her body as she was dragged in the small inn.

A broad man came up and slaps George on the back. 'Pretty lass, she is.' He said, smiling broadly at George who smile back and didn't say a thing.

'Come and sit here my lady.' A man pulled a chair up to her. She smiles sweetly. She tugged George cloak. He turned with a smiling face but it didn't reach his eyes. 'Where are we?'

'Dancing Dove lass. My father's... home. I guess you are tired lass. Well off you go to bed.' He said, seeing her yawn. George lifted the little girl off her feet which he got some whistle. 'Go lad.' Finger said, laughing.

He shook his head then carried Alanna up to his chamber. Alanna snuggled up warmly in his arms forgetting about the kiss. She didn't want to think about it and only want to smell his fragrance, a mix of beer and country side smells.

George laid Alanna on his large bed and blows the candles, close the door.

Outside his chamber George sighs. She was beautiful yet if only he could... he shook his head to clear his mind and went down and enjoys his time with his thief's friends.

Back at the chamber, slightly drunk he stumbled and fall down on the bed not realising that Alanna was still peacefully sleeping. George swore under his breath and got up and turned to look at her. The moon shone on her face, lining her lovely face. Without thinking and blaming his drunkenness he lean and brush his lips across her red, lovely lips. Then he press it firmly, opening her mouth slightly and taste her lips. He quickly withdrawn swore and went to the sink to splash his face. The drink, it's the drink, he blame on him for drinking too much.

He walked over to his bed and looked at her face. Should I or shouldn't I?

End chapter 6

I have to leave it here for now. This is the longest chapter I have ever written. 6 pages! Whoa, go me go me.

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Okay I have to ask a question to you out there should he kiss her again or what. If he kisses her should she wake up and slap him? Review and tell me. And if you have any other ideas tell me. And I'm sorry about Jonathon kissing Alanna first. Yes, bad me. Just don't kill me.

So should he or shouldn't he? You answer your opinion. Sorry for keeping you wait on this chapter.

Oh and before I go I need to thank these people, SeaStar, Triquetraperson, Soccerchick-08, Fyliwion, Kitera, lete, Lil, angel.of.luv. Thank you for reviewing.