Nothing again today, I'm just getting right to the story
"So Myles, you understand why I'm asking you."
"It certainly is an interesting question."
"I thought that you'd have more of an opinion that I did." Jon sat in the high back chair.
"Well, do what you must Jon, but I'd step VERY carefully if I were you." Myles's words held a foreboding sense, even though his eyes twinkled.
Alanna walked in the gardens, the fresh air did her good, and she stretched her legs. The cool breeze whipped her hair, tangling and toying with it.
She had spent too much time inside, Duke Baird had not let her leave the infirmary until he was completely sure she was better. She whistled softly as she bent down to pick up a flower.
"Never would I have thought that I'd see the day."
Alanna glared at Jon, "I like pretty things, are you going to condemn me for that?"
Jon laughed, "I think I might..." He kissed her, "But you put up such a good argument."
"When did you sharpen your wit?"
"Are you calling me dull witted?"
Alanna shrugged, "Maybe?"
Jon grinned and without warning, he held her in his arms, lifted her and twirled her slightly.
She screamed for him to put her down in between the gales of laughter.
"I think that you enjoyed that." Jon grinned.
"You know people will think I've gone soft."
"You're not soft…just more of a lady than a knight." He joked.
She jabbed him.
"I was wrong, you're still a knight."
She smiled, "So, why are you here?"
"I just wanted to enjoy the weather, or I happened to see you out here and wanted to come join you..."
Alanna smiled, "I'm sure." She swept her skirts in an elegant motion.
Jonathan grinned, he led her into the private gardens.
They laughed over jokes and talked about things until Alanna stopped.
"All right Jon, I know you have another motive, and frankly I'm not patient enough to wait it out."
Jon laughed, "All right then. I talked to Myles today…"
"About what?" Alanna was suspicious.
"About your hand…in marriage." Jon clarified it.
Alanna wheeled around to face him, "I don't know whether to be angry at you, or kiss you."
"Why?" Jon's face frowned slightly.
"You asked Myles before me? I make my own decisions Jon! Besides, half the castle could've heard by now… …"
"Well, the fact that you're shouting in the middle of a public garden may make it slightly more obvious…" Jon teased, gently.
"You know I told you I'd never marry." Alanna's eyes flashed.
"Yes, you told me that when you were barely a knight, and I not yet mature. However now we are both mature, and you have received you knighthood. Alanna, I'm not clipping your wings, I'm asking you to fly, with me…"
Alanna thought about this. When she was a squire, she often wondered what it would be like, to marry. Now that she was knighted, she thought of starting a family often. She sighed.
"Fine…on one condition, can you do it the traditional way?" Alanna asked shyly.
Jon frowned slightly but dropped to a knee, "Lady Knight Alanna of Trebond, would you marry me?"
"I would…" She decided.
"Now to tell everyone about it…" she sighed mentally.
Lianne and Roald were ecstatic, they decided an autumn wedding would be beautiful and the only time which went well with Alanna's hair. Thom merely grinned and gave Jon a speech about mistreating his sister, Alanna kicked him in the shins several times for that. The ladies in waiting argued about who would be her maid of honour and they eventually worked out a schedule. Gary and Raoul's response was simply 'Took your bloody time too!"
Alanna settled back and decided that maybe her life could be peaceful.
Alanna rested on Jon chest, propped on her elbows.
"It's in two weeks…" she sighed.
Jon smiled, "I'm excited, are you?"
"Well, I was trying to figure out my escape plan…oh I wasn't supposed to tell you that…" Alanna gave him the sweetest smile she could muster.
"You're lucky you're so pretty…" Jon mumbled.
"Or else what?" she teased.
"Or else…I don't really know right now. I'm sure you can think of something awful and devious on your own."
Alanna laughed and kissed his chin, "Well I'm going to bed."
Jon smiled, "I'll look forward to bring out revenge that's awful and unusual."
"You could do that, but you need a wife in two weeks, so it's highly unadvisable…" Alanna smirked.
Jon sighed, resigned.
"Don't be like that."
"Like what?"
"Grumpy." Alanna decided, playful.
"I'm a grumpy person, it was your choice to say yes!" He smirked.
"Well, maybe I'll change my mind…" she tapped a finger against her chin.
Jon kissed her firmly, "You'd better not." He mumbled.
She laughed, tossing her hair and kissed him back.