Note: Holy CRAP! I am SO sorry I left this for so long, you guys. To everyone who stuck around: I love you more than words can say.
So, lately I've been reading Tammy's books over again and I had a sudden urge to check my reviews on this fic and see if anyone wanted me to continue. Oddly enough, several people did (and I adore you 3), so here I am .
I'm beginning to plan out the rest of the story (which should be not too many chapters longer, but I've got some ideas). Here's an extremely horribly short chapter to tide you over (I hope!):
Over the next few days, George noticed that Alanna looked even more exotic. He thought it had something to do with the new piece of information, but whatever it was, he saw her in a different light. Although she wasn't feminine, she had soft curves to her body that could make almost any lady at court jealous. Her long, vivid auburn hair hung wildly around her face, the flaming tendrils accenting her milky skin. With high cheekbones, she had a strong face, built tough. Shaking his head, George wondered why Jonathan could ever want more of a woman.
And although he was becoming more confident that what he'd heard Alanna confess that night was true, he walked on eggshells around her, terrified that he'd set her into another rage and push her even farther away from him. When she was ready to talk about it all, she would come to him. He wasn't going to push her. No, George fully intended to prove that he was not like Prince Jonathan. He would let his love be as free as she wished, no pressure from him at all.
And over the next few weeks as Alanna healed, he held tightly to that little piece of hope, dwelling upon it and telling himself that Alanna just needed more time. She was bashful and timid in his presence, so shy it was almost endearing. It hurt George just a little every time it happened, though, because it meant she didn't trust him as much as he'd initially thought.
"If she loves me," He reasoned with himself. "Then she'll come to me in her own good time. When she feels comfortable enough to accept my love, she'll come."
Alanna found herself crying herself to sleep more often than not as her stay at Port Caynn grew longer. Everything about her demeanour when she was alone was miserable. Her usually strong and confidently straight shoulders slouched as she curled herself into a ball and wept silently, fed up with absolutely everything.
"Why is it all so hard?" She whispered fiercely. "Love is supposed to be beautiful. Why must it hurt so?" Faithful rolled his eyes gently, coming to comfort her as he had done every night since they'd found themselves in George's household. He wrapped his lithe body around Alanna's arm and purred directly into her ear, attempting to comfort the weeping girl with the low, rumbling noises.
And every night, George would listen to her fall asleep like this, beating himself up inside.
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