Be Mine, My Sweet One
As Midwinter drew closer, Alanna was forced into her winter woollen and silk clothing. As much as she loathed the cold, she still went for walks in the rose garden with Jon. Raoul challenged her to a round of ice-skating around the frozen lake, though she refused, still with unpleasant memories of ponds with Alex of Tirragen, her old friend and Roger's ex-squire.
On the morning of Midwinter, she awoke to find Jonathan smiling over her. She looked at him strangely.
"What?" she demanded questioningly after he had watched her path around the room, smiling the whole time like a demented man.
" I have your Midwinter present!" he grinned. Alanna groaned. She wasn't good at receiving things…Jon handed her a parcel, wrapped up in shining silver paper. She opened it carefully, revealing a box. She shot Jon a questioning glance, and opened it. She gasped. Five diamonds and five sapphires glinted back at her, set into a silver chain. Jon helped her put it on.
"Jon, you shouldn't have…" she began. Jon silenced her.
" You should wear it to the ball tonight," he said. Alanna flung her arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as she could.
"Alanna…" Jon began, trying to speak. "I … can't …breathe!" Alanna let go and laughed.
"Sorry. I guess I forgot how strong I was!"
The ball was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. Alanna was wearing a purple silk gown (that the seamstress thought brought out her amethyst eyes) and her silver necklace. When the song ended, Jon took her by the hand and led her out into the rose garden. Alanna pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders.
"Alanna, there is something I need to ask you…" Jon said softly. "If you say no, I'll understand but…"
"What is it?" Alanna interrupted gently.
"Will you marry me?"
Duh duh DUHH! What's going to happen? Please review!