A/n: this is a really short chapter sorry! I promise that the next chapter will be much longer. Thanks to all my reviwers, Jules-gemma, Lanni, Lady Knight, Lady Shannon of RosePeak, Elfsquier90, anonymous girl, wanderer of dreams, Tortallan rider.
Chapter 3: A day of Sadness.
About a week later, Alanna had just finished putting both Jason and Chantelle to sleep, and was about to pick her book when Jon suddenly burst through the door, tears streaming down his face, looking angry. Alanna set her book down as Jon slammed the door behind him with a loud bang, causing the twins to wake up and start crying. Alanna quickly soothed the two children back to sleep before turning to deal with her husband, who had collapsed on the bed, his face buried into the pillow. Alanna sat down on the bed next to Jon, rubbing his back. Jon looked up at Alanna his face tear stained and looking ghostly pale. The spark that had always been in his eyes was now gone. This worried Alanna greatly.
"What happened Jon? Whats the matter?" Alanna asked deeply concerned. Silently tears spilled down Jon's face as he took a deep breath.
"Its mother…she…" Jon trailed off, buried his head in the pillow once again. Alanna felt her heart beat faster. What ever it was that Jon had to tell her it could not be good.
"Jon please tell me what is wrong. You know you can tell me anything." Alanna pleaded. Jon sat up, wiping the tears away with the back of his hand.
"Mother…she… is…is….dead." Jon whispered. Alanna took a sharp intake of breath before hugged Jon tightly for long moments, letting the tears roll down her cheeks.
The Queen's funeral was held just over a week later, and almost the entire city attended. Alanna had to leave early when little Jason had started to get fussy. Although he was only two weeks old he looked exactly like Jon, except his hair, he had Alanna's hair. Alanna was sitting on a bench, by the doors of the chapel when Cythera joined her, baby Robin in her arms. Neither of them said a word, sitting in complete silence. The doors to the chapel slowly opened and people slowly started filing out, every single one of the dressed in complete black. Alanna and Cythera sat until they saw Jon and Gary. They were the last few to leave. Together they headed to the gathering in one of the grand ballrooms, none of them talking, each lost in their own thoughts. Even the babies were silent, which was rare.
When they entered the ballroom, Julia and Matthew came over with both Jessiker and Kieran in tow. Matthew, Gary and Jon excused themselves and Jon handed Julia little baby Chantelle, muttering something about having to go see his father. Alanna felt a tug on her dress, looking down she saw Kieran, who was looking up at her with big blue eyes.
"I just turned four!" he told Alanna proudly. Alanna smiled at the boy, he was so adorable.
"That's great!" Alanna told him. He nodded smiling.
"Can I hold the baby auntie Lanna?" he asked. Alanna thought for a moment.
"Sure. You can hold Chantelle, as she is slightly smaller that Jason." Alanna told him. Julia placed Chantelle in Kieran's arms. He looks so cute Alanna thought to herself, not knowing what the future had install for her and her family.
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