Preparations and Plans
Alanna visited George, who thought she had forgotten him, and told him everything. George was shocked, even more so when she invited him to the wedding. Next she ran and told Gary, Raoul and all of her other friends, who were all shocked and delighted. To Alanna, everything seemed too good to be true and thanked the Great Mother Goddess profusely every day. Faithful had stayed with the Bazhir while Alanna was gone, and he had decided to stay there and be looked after by Kara and Kourrem, two girls of the tribe. Alanna did miss Faithful, but she respected his wish to help. Besides, even without him to warn her the ember stone would. Suddenly, Alanna remembered that she was a knight. What would happen when the baby was born? Would she have to stay at the palace all her life, looking after it? Alanna told all her worries to Jon. She felt much better after a hug. She could still go out adventuring, after it was a little older.
It was one snowy afternoon in February that it hit her; one day she would be queen! Alanna panicked. She would be useless! Maybe she should break it off with Jon. He would need someone who could rule well alongside him, to help him with important decisions. Alanna would be unable to do either of these things. That night she lay awake, nibbling her thumb. She watched Jon sleeping and wondered what on earth she could do without breaking his heart. Breaking his heart AGAIN, a nasty, sensible part of her said. She was so worried she didn't notice Jon wake up. He held her close.
"What's the matter?" he whispered softly. Alanna let a tear run down her cheek.
" I can't do this. You need someone who is a good ruler, and can make wise decisions with you. I just can't." Alanna tried to turn over. Jon held her firmly where she was.
"Alanna, I'm sure you'll be great. Even if you aren't I don't care. I just want you with me. I don't want anyone else." He wiped a tear from her face. " Now go to sleep. We have a lot to plan tomorrow!"
" I love you, Jon." She whispered, and fell asleep quickly in his arms.
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