A/N: Ah, here we go. Alanna and Jon will eventually marry and have kids. In honor of the holiday season in four months, I'll be posting a story. More about it in the next chappie.
Chapter Seven
A few years passed. Jon and Alanna were now fourteen-years-old. They had learned to trust each other. They were the best of friends and was often seen walking through the Palace together. They developed feelings for each other. Roald's abuse continued. It seemed to grow harsher. If it wasn't for Alanna, Jon would have died last night.
"How could he?" Alanna burst out angrily. She, Raoul, and Gary were in Jon's rooms.
"It's a habit," the Prince said, sighing. Alanna glared at her lover. They had started sleeping with each other. Alanna had brought a pregnancy charm from one of the city women healers.
"You could have died!" she cried.
"My lady?" a maidservant walked in and curtsied. "Your father wishes to see you."
Alanna paled as Alan walked in. She shrank behind Jon. "Help me," she whispered to her friend and lover.
"I will," he whispered back.
"Walking in the dirt, now, are we?"
Alanna shrank back even farther at Alan's glare. He narrowed his eyes at her three friends. Then, he looked at Jon. The prince had an arm around Alanna's shoulders.
"Leave," Jon said harshly.
Lord Alan scowled.
"I'll come back for you, bitch," he growled, "I'm living here now." He left.
"H-he's living here?" Alanna whimpered.
"Don't worry," Jon said softly, "As long as I'm with you, he won't dare hurt you."
Alanna smiled at him.