The Horror Begins

A/n: oh me gosh! It's been so long since I've updated! I'll just keep it short, sorry, life's been hectic…so many assignments… Anyways, on with the fic…

"Uncle? As in King Roald?" Alanna stared at Roger, her mouth agape. "You're joking, right?"

Roger shook his head, a smirk on his handsome face, and said in an amused way, "What makes you think I'm joking?"

"B-because you're telling me to kill an actual person! And, let's not forget that person is my king and father to Jon!" No longer able to contain herself, Alanna stood up and went and yanked open the door. She held it open for him. "You're no longer welcome here, Roger. Just go."

He surveyed her under narrowed eyes, but made the decision to stand up and move towards the door. He was about to step over the threshold when he abruptly swivelled to face her. He leant close and hissed into her ear, "You never had trouble killing people in the past, why should you have trouble this time? We made a deal, remember? You can't back out like this!"

She took a step back so that they were facing each other again. She forced a smile and said pleasantly, "Yes, true, I have taken lives in the past but I've always tried to avoid such events from happening, unlike some people who look for a chance to murder someone. And backing out of the deal? The thought never crossed my mind." She was beginning to get tired of his threats and all she wanted to do was be left alone so she added in quite forced reassurance, "Roger, the deal in still on, you can still order me around to do whatever you want me to do and I will obey," they were now nose-to-nose, barely a inch away from each other, "but I refuse to kill anyone, especially Roald."

He smiled menacingly and said in a low voice, "Swear?"

She nodded, without hesitation.

Still smiling, he said, "Good." And grabbed both her shoulders, pulling her lips to his.

Inside Alanna's head everything was becoming more complicated by the moment. In front of her was a man that had just threatened to kill her king and here he was now, with his lips on hers. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself a little…

At first Alanna didn't know how to respond, but when it finally hit her, instead of pushing back and giving him a piece of her, she started kissing back. Her lips were now on fire and that wasn't the only part of her burning; heat was rising into Alanna's cheeks and her hands, which were being pressed to her sides by Mr. Bad Boy, were starting to sweat.

Finally she managed to wriggle her arms out of his strong, but gentle, grip and pushed him away. She backed up until she felt the cool stone wall behind her, and leant against it, catching her breath, fighting the urge to slide down and burying her head in her hands.

For a few moments, she just stood there, but then she managed to pluck up enough courage to face him, and spat out three words that were dripping with poison, "I hate you."

Roger, his breathing too uneven, didn't reply back, instead, he gave her a meaningful look, which she couldn't make out, before sweeping out of the room.

Once his footsteps died away, Alanna heaved a big sigh of relief. She made her way back to her bed, stumbling slightly, and plonked herself on it; refusing to ponder on any of the matters at hand until tomorrow.

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Striding back to his lair in a quick pace, and at the same time running his fingers through his smooth locks, Roger fumed to himself and ran all the possible options through his head.

He had anticipated that that wretch would refuse his order and, luckily, had prepared a back-up plan.

But what he hadn't anticipated was her reaction to his kissing. In fact, Roger hadn't even planned on kissing her, but she had just looked so beautiful at that moment, with the torches throwing shadows across her face and her lips in a sulky pout. And it was as if for the first time, since they had met, Roger had noticed how beautiful Alanna actually looked.

But pretty or not, she would pay…

And at that thought he smiled to himself.

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Awaken by the twittering of birds, a groaning Alanna swung her legs down over the side of her bed and began staggering towards the water basin.

As she dressed, all at once last night's events began flooding back to her. And she cursed herself for being so stupid the previous night.

Just as she had slipped on her tunic, a knock came from the door. A knock that soon became an impatiently loud pounding. By the time she got to the door, Alanna was sure it would collapse on her, but she wrenched it open anyway, to find a wide-eyed and slightly ruffled Raoul.

He grabbed Alanna's shoulders and began shaking them, hard. As if to clear her mind from something and not his own. But regardless from the constant blurring in her eyesight, she could see the panic in his eyes.

Then the words began tumbling out.

"Roald, h-he, oh it's terrible. J-Jon's devastated, Lianne's too. Come quickly Myer's will explain properly."

Raoul grabbed one of Alanna's arms and began pulling the dumb stricken her towards the Chapel. Alanna barely paid any attention as Raoul muttered to himself and pulled her down the corridors and stairs; she was running all the possibilities through her head.

Roald? Jon devastated? Oh no! H-he couldn't have, he wouldn't dare! Or would he? Who are you kidding, Alanna, of course he would! Argh! Roger, when I find you, you are a dead–

She had bumped into Raoul's big frame and was momentarily jostled out of her thoughts. But before she could question him, Raoul said, in a voice that was barely a whisper, "We're here."

A/n: The title for this chappie is so bad… don't u think so? What do u think it should be?

Please review and tell me what u think this chappie's title should be! Yes, this is a cheap trick to get u guys out there to review, but I still hope it works! lol