Chap 2
Creepy dream
7 years later
(Don't worry those 7 years we're boring u didn't miss anything)
I sat once again in the corner of the ball room, trying to avoid all male contact. It wasn't working; I had been asked to dance 3 times and had rudely refused all. What the hell do they think I am? God! This is a disaster, stupid Jon making me come to this ball; the prick even got me a dress. It was strapless with a low neckline, too low for my taste; it hugged my curves and flowed down, past my knees all the way to the floor. It was a light maroon color, gold sequins created a belt and outline of the neck. My hair fell slowly in banana curls to mid-back, and a sapphire gem necklace caressed my bare neck. I felt utterly disgusted, but apparently the males didn't. They voiced there opinions quite clearly, I shivered violently at the memory. God! don't these people have a life, other then talking to the courts females like this?
I had planned an escape root, I would grab a random knight from the floor take him to the gardens, wake him over the head so he fall unconscious then flee like there no tomorrow. A brilliant plan if ever I heard one, then again it is MY plan. Ok, now to choose the lucky idiot. I could ask the man with the light curly hair and bleu tunic or the dark skinned man that looks like he's from the desert. I'd go for the curly haired man, most people from the desert recognised me on sight. I was seconds away from making my move when some one tapped me on the shoulder. I turned catching myself before falling into a fighting stance. Yes? I inquired sweetly; hopefully I could just that this one out to the gardens. Then seeing it was Jon dropped the act and glared at him. He, being him smiled and asked if I was enjoying myself. I laughed aloud at the thought. "People actually have fun at these things? Wow! I didn't think it was possible." He shot a smirk at me before he looked around the room.
"Alanna" he said slowly. I raised an eyebrow to show I was listening.
"Well I know you've umm well been bored and all, having to stay here. And do think its best but well maybe it's time you found someone. It's been 7 years since George don't you think he'd have wanted you to be happy?" I shake my head, this again. Jon's been on to me about finding someone; he's dropped subtle hints and not so subtle hints. Now it's getting slightly annoying.
"Jon, why do u want me to find someone so badly, hum? I mean the whole plan in the first place was to not fall for anyone. Then look at me I am trying to balance two guys at once. It was just so… weird. And then George dies and you get married. The only guys I ever loved are both unavailable. I don't see the point in finding someone else, no one I find will ever be as brilliant as George or even you." With the last I parted not bothering to hide my escape. The conversation had not been to my liking. I didn't want to discuss my dead husband or my previous affiliations with Jon, all of which are long dead. I love him true but in a knight loves her king way. (A/n: I hope that made slight sense. I stopped trying to make complete sense a while a go. So hope you understand that.) I retired to my room; I was emotionally drained as well as physically. It's hard trying to avoid everyone at a ball. I would know I've done it several times. That night I dreamt of many things but my dream of George stood out like bold letters on a page of fine print. He was my reflection in a fountain were males surrounded me all wearing masks. When I tried to lift them away they wouldn't budge. I tried to run away but I was frozen on spot. Jon was the reflection next to George's and he kept mouthing unspoken words to me but I couldn't and probably wouldn't understand them. He materialised before me I tried to hide behind him but he moved out of the way with a sly grin and wiggled his finger at me. What the hell does that mean I tried to say but only muffled words came out. Suddenly ever body wavered and I was spontaneously standing before the Great Mother. Believe in thyself she yells through my dreams so it reverberates several times. Great I try and say but it's muffled another cryptic message. All I need is a dancing bear to come out and propose to me. Luckily for my sanity that didn't happen, in it's stead George encircled me in his arms and said to my horror you need love, you need life, and you need to move on.
I woke covered in thick layers of sweat. I ran straight to George's grave, clad in nothing but my sleeping garments. Whispering over and over again you can't want this. Several hours later as the sun rose in all it's brilliance and different hues, I trudged back to my sleeping chambers and collapsed on my bed, a single tear fell down my cheek as I realised what the nasty message meant. I didn't want that though. Could he be so cruel as to demand it of me?