Jon stroked Alanna's hair. She looks so much more vulnerable in her sleep, he thought, not for the first time. Alanna opened a bleary eye and rolled into her prince's arms.
"Good morning my sweet Lioness," Jon whispered. He smiled at her.
" Good morning, my prince," she replied with an even bigger smile. Alanna yawned and stretched, sitting up. She felt weak all over and fell back into Jon's arms.
"Alanna?" Jon said, concern in his voice. "Are you ok?"
"I'll be fine," she reassured him. "Go down to breakfast. I'll see you later."
Jon reluctantly dressed and descended the long flight of stairs to the Mess Hall. He ate little, he was worried about Alanna. Raoul and Gary were concerned.
" What's the matter?" Gary asked. He had never seen the prince like this before.
"Alanna's ill." He replied quietly. "She sad she'd be fine, but…" At that moment, Alanna walked gracefully down the stairs and ran over to Jon, kissing him on the cheek.
"I told you I'd be fine, " she reminded him.
Late that night, Jon asked Alanna to come and walk with him in the rose gardens. Alanna was wearing her favourite lilac silk dress, and she walked with a gentle rustle. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the roses. She wondered how the palace mages kept the beautiful flowers blooming all year round; she had never seen a withered rose at the palace. They sat down on a rosewood bench, huddled together at the cold of the looming Midwinter. Jon hugged Alanna close to him, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Aren't you cold?" asked Jon, anyone who knew Alanna knew she couldn't stand the cold.
"Hhmm, a little," she murmured. Jon took off this cloak and draped it around her shoulders. Alanna looked up at Jon.
"Jon, I…" she began, but was cut off as he kissed her fiercely. He released her.
"Alanna, I love you," he whispered in her ear.
"I love you too, Jon," she replied.
" Then come with me, Lady Alanna," she said, taking her by the hand.
Yay yay yay I hope you like it. A tiny bit fluffy, but hey, it's a reunion people! Please review!