NOTE: I updated the first chapter
Disclaimer: I own no characters or places. The dress I own.
Chapter Two: Alone With My Thoughts.
Alanna looked at herself in the mirror. She was a vision in royal purple; her dress was long and flowing and it made her feel beautiful. The top was two thick straps with a square neckline that went down far enough that you could see some breast, but not enough to suggest anything other than sheer beauty. The torso was fitted down to the waist where the skirt became puffy and swished when she walked. She had been waiting for a month for this day and was looking forward to it. As excited as she was for the wedding; part of the anticipation was getting it over with. She hated playing the hostess and she was not very good at it. That was George's area of expertise.
She had also been thinking about children for a while. She knew George wanted children but she was nervous that she would be a bad mother. She shared this information with George a while ago and he reassured her that she would make a fine mother. Alanna was not convinced however. She was so shy around children. Alanna sighed and put in the earrings that her adopted father Myles of Olau had gotten for her after she got them pierced. Some one knocked on the door. "Come in," Alanna said absently. Queen Thayet and her friend Buri along with Ms. Cooper and Rispah.
"You look amazing!" said Thayet.
"Yes you do," said Buri.
"I can't wait for the wedding. I have never seen George happier than when he's with you or talking about you; and believe me, he can go on for hours," said Elaini Cooper looking into Alanna's eyes with pride and joy in every ounce of her eyes.
"I'll bet you anything George can't wait till AFTER the wedding," said Rispah with a wink, "and in this dress I can't exactly blame him."
"Thank you for you warm regards but I think I just need to spend the rest of my time as a single woman alone."
The women all filed out of Alanna's room and Alanna was left alone again with her thoughts. I'm ready, she thought, I'm ready to be married! She leaped up and ran out of her room. She ran on silent feet through the halls until she reached the room that George was supposed to get dressed in. She knocked on his door urgently; like the men she knew always knocked. "Come in at your own risk," he said as if he guessed it was her knocking. She flung open the door and leaped into the room. He was dressed and sitting at his table. She ran up to him and kissed him as if she had never kissed him before. She felt tears stinging her eyes.
"I love you," she said and meant it with ever fiber of her being.