Roger's Doing

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Using a slightly shaking hand, Raoul pushed the doors of the Chapel open, to reveal a mournful scene.

Inside were numerous clumps of people all who had tears in their eyes. Men were patting each other's backs gently and women were wailing into each other's shoulders. But although it was quite a scene, Alanna only had eyes for the royal family, all of whom were milling around a small raised platform.

Alanna, closely followed by Raoul, pushed through groups of weeping people before arriving to the platform that was being blocked by some healers they had not noticed before.

A man, who had swollen red eyes from shedding tears, noticed them and turned to face them. It was Gary.

Seeing familiar faces, he wrapped his arms around both Alanna and Raoul and embraced them warmly.

Alanna detached herself from Gary and made him face her. Bracing herself she asked, "What happened? Why is everyone in the state that they are?"

Gary wiped them remaining tears with the back of his hand, and said, after a moment's pause to compose himself, "He's dead, Alanna. He's never coming back. Uncle Roald is dead!"

Although Alanna had suspected it beforehand, having her suspicions confirmed was worse than anything she had ever imagined.

She fell to her knees and the tears began rolling down her cheeks. Roald had been a second father to her and the best king she had even met in her life. And now he was gone. Maybe it was her fault maybe it wasn't, but now, Alanna was in no state to think about such things. Such things came after the shock had passed.

A shadow fell on her and she turned to see the kind face of Sir Myles.

Strong arms wrapped around her as she found herself being supported towards a wooden bench.

'What happened?" she asked, it was barely a whisper.

"Someone poisoned Roald's morning drink; we suspect it might have been someone from the kitchen as nobody else is allowed to go near his food and drinks."

"Oh." Alanna nodded her thanks to Myles and gently slid off the bench in search of Jon. Pushing through groups of people she thought she saw a glimpse of Jon so she started to increase her pace in that direction, oblivious of a man that was walking towards her.

She crashed into him and felt herself falling to the ground when a pair of strong, steady arms caught her. Alanna was about to thank her saviour when she found she was looking up into a pair of riveting blue eyes.

"Roger," she breathed. Alanna quickly untangled herself from Roger's hold and pushed past him savagely; completely ignoring him.

She would confront him later; now what she had to do was find Jon. Finally she reached the platform and found at the head of it, Jon on his knees crying into his dead father's chest. The healers were trying to soothe him and move him away so that they could examine the corpse but Jon wouldn't budge for anyone.

Alanna saw Lianne weeping into Sir Gareth's shoulder, but right now she only had eyes for the body of her King.

She moved behind Jon and closed her eyes to stop her tears of sorrow from flowing. A healer made a move to shoo her away, but she glared at him with so much menace that he quickly moved away. Shutting out the rest of the world Alanna said a prayer in her head; blessing Roald a safe journey with the Dark God.

When she opened her eyes she found that Jon was looking at her with his bright blue eyes. For a moment she thought she was looking at Roger again, thinking of her encounter with him just then, she blushed. But then, collecting herself, she realised that Jon was talking to her.

"He's gone forever, Alan," he whispered, not noticing the sudden flush of colour in her face. "Forever."

Alanna gave him a small smile of encouragement and slung an arm around his shoulder, murmuring words of sympathy. "You might not be able to see him, Jon. But he'll always be here with us. Always."

Jon smiled warmly for the first time and not for the first time wondered how he had got to fall in love with this amazing woman.

Alanna smiled back; grateful that she had finally cleared her lover's mind of any grave thoughts, for the time being. But although she had managed to cheer Jon up, she herself, on the contrary, was in a very foul mood.

And the root of it was that she had no doubt that it was Roger's doing, poisoning the drink, regardless of who everyone else suspected.

A/n: Do u agree with Alanna? A review expressing your opinions would absolutely make my day! (hint hint nudge nudge) And oh, before I forget, I need to ask you guys somefink… do u peeps out there like this story as a AR story or would you prefer it to be some other pairing? Just wondering…

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