Hey All! Here's another chapter for you, it's a bit rushed at the end, so I'm sorry because I put more detail onto the other parts parts, but more will be told next chapter which will be written by Confusedknight.

Hope you like it! and Merry Christmas!

CitrusFruit

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P.S. I thank you all on the behalf of myself and Confusedknight, thanks for all your supportive reviews!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" a soldier ran to alert the King of the new "trend", panting hard.

King Jonathan I, stood up alarmed at what could possibly have driven this poor soldier to run and pant so hard. Was Scanra posing problems again? Or perhaps some fiefs of Tortall had rebelled? Or maybe the Copper Isles had declared war against them?

The soldier, stopped to taking a breath before mouthing. "The Lady Knights, Your Majesty! It's a controvers-" The King, not dounting that his Champion could cause a war with her sharp tongue, quickly strode to te balcony overlooking teh Practice Courts to take a look at the contreversy himself.

He shut his eyes, and opening one eye carefully, his worst nightmare had come to life and he wished he never reopened his eyes.

Alanna bounced gleefully to the practice courts in her new navy blue shorts and the spectators in the courts were probably as close to seeing her skip with joy as the ever would be. The reaction from her husband, was well, as she thought and she knew that the Rogue part of him agreed heartily about her new discovery but te decent noble part of him was thinking Jon is SO gonna kill herI. Well, apart form the fact that the Lioness was not a very graceful person, so well... use your imagination. The words I'm not hot! IM NOT HOT! kept echoing in her head, so she didn't care about all the stares that she was gaining like people condemning a lunatic.

She was meant to meet Kel here, and go for a nice spar, and perhaps learn a thing or two about the stick Kel called a glaive. You see, they had been planning this little outing for quite some time but kept getting distracted by their search for the remedy of their distress. The weather. Wearing "shorts" was the best idea, great for exercising, great for cooling down, great for sparring. Oh, and did I mention, great for getting a certain Sergeant with floppy hair to finally notice Kel AND do something about it? She laughed joyfully before noticing a very tall shadow behind her. Too tall in fact, with too much a good and noble posture to be just anyone. Uh Oh. Busted.

"Alanna" he growled.

"Hello Jon." Alanna attempted to look as innocent as she could and greeted the King. "How are you on this fine cool day?"

He pulled her to the side. "What do you think you're wearing?"

"Shorts!" she replied cheerfully.

Seeing as Jon didn't have the same overwhelming and Kingly effect on Alanna as he did to other people, he reverted to another method. Begging. "Please, Alanna. Take them off! We'll be the laughing stock of the realm! It may even effect our representatives in the Copper Isles who are finding it hard enough to create a treaty, let alone deal with the fact that you are wearing these so called "shorts"-"

"What did you say, Jon?" Alanna interrupted, disturbed at her new problem.

Jon sighed. "I said "Please, Alanna. Ta-"

"Skip that part."

"We'll b-"

"And that part.

"It may even effect our repres-"

"SKIP TO THE END!"

"Alright, alright, no need to shout! "let alone deal with the fact that you are wearing these so called "shorts-."

"You called them these." She said thoughtfully, faced with a new dilemma. "Why?"

"Well..." he started, exaperated. "We don't say trouser, we say trousers, and we don't say breech, we say breeches, it seemed only fitting."

"Oh yeah, good point." she agreed. "Continue."

"As I was saying-" he began. "Wait! What was I saying?" Jonathan I, normally had no problem with making long speeches and remembering them, although certain people such as the one standing before him, unnerved him.

"I don't know... Do you think I listen AND remember all your talks? Puh-lease!" she stated.

"Look, Alanna, please. Just get rid of the shorts, for me. Or I might have to order you to."

"And since when have you known me to follow your orders?" she protested. "Oh look! there's Kel, oh! And even better she's wearing shorts and Sergeant Domitan and my ex-squire is coming this way. Bye!"

Jon, once again sighed as he watched his Champion scramble towards Kel and he felt a tap on his shoulder. There, stood his stunning wife, beautiful as ever even though she was growing older as did he. "You know, I was there two days ago, when Kel and Alanna were trying to find something to cool themselves down. They're so determined with this new "project" of theirs, I don't think you'll beable to change their minds. In fact, I rather like this concept of shorts." He took his hand, and led him back to the shade and peace of his throne room, were hopefully, no more soldiers would come bringing more news to him.

Dom's P.O.V

"KEL!" Alanna shouted. "DOM!" she paused, before calling out. "MEATHEAD!"

Dom walked obligingly to Alanna and stopped dead in his tracks. She was wearing breeches that showed a little too much leg for Dom. She came walking like an angel to him, well with her instrument of distruction, her glaive no doubt, but she still looked as lovely as ever. His love.

What? his conscience argued.

No!

Yes!

No!

Well, you do want it to be, but unfortunately, she's not your love, she's as much your love as she is Meathead's since you haven't done anything about it!

Well, I would do something about it!

Go on! I dare you!

Alright!

He strode up boldly towards Kel, but as he stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes of hazel brown, he panicked. "Kel." he started nervously. "Your breeches look nice!" he spluttered before scurrying away.

See, I told you you couldn't do it!

"Kel!" Owen, a knight who just loved to say "jolly" looked up from his opponent just as he was crowned victorious from pinnign his opponent to the ground, exclaimed with surprise. "WOAH! Kel, I never knew you had such jolly nice legs!"

Alanna, smirked, This was just getting better and better.

Raoul, Nel, Dom, and Owen crowded around Alanna and Kel. Kel, of course getting more attention than Alanna because of ther youth and the fact that she was still available, and lots of people wanted her to be courted by a certain person, including Raoul, the Giantkiller who just happened to be the commanding officer of Dom.

It was just getting better and better and better.