A/n: ok I decided that this is going to be my last chapter of Life at the Palace, as I don't see it really going any were. Its not the best, as I ran out of ideas sorry! Thanks to all my reviewers: lanni, Pink squishy llama, Elfsquire90, anonymous girl, Lady Knight Jules, Kristina, Charlie and Lola, Mrs Dom Masbolle and Tortallanrider. I have a new fic in mind it's a George/Alanna/Jon fic an is probably going to be a one-shot. I am also writing a Harry Potter Fic.
Chapter 7: The fight.
Some seven months later George had revived word that Roger was going to strike at the midwinter ball in a month's time. Jon hurriedly put his army together and worked out a plan. On the day of the attack every one acted normal. All the knights where in position. Jon attended the ball, saying that Alanna was feeling unwell. Alanna Julia and Cythrea were locking in the nursery with their kids, Sir Matt and Gary for body guards. After about an hour of playing with their mother the twins became suspicions as to why their mother and her friends where there.
"Mother what is going on? You never play with us for this long and never when you have company." Jason said. Alanna sighed. Sometimes that boy was too smart for his own good. She had always known that in the end she was going to have to tell them what was going on.
"Let's put it this way. There are good people and bad people in the world. And at the moment some bad people want to hurt you mother and her friends. That's why we are here with Gary and Matt. Your father thought it was the safest place for us." Alanna told her children. They both nodded. After awhile all the children fell asleep. It was getting late and Alanna knew that Roger was going to strike soon.
Somewhere above them the bell tolled the tenth hour.
"The fighting will begin soon." Alanna muttered to Julia who nodded, face rather pale. She was right. Within just a few minutes they could hear crashing and the sound of people screaming. Both Chantelle and Jason woke up with a start.
"Mother what is going on?" asked Chantelle.
"Some bad people had entered the palace, but you are safe here. Know one can harm you." Alanna told her not really believing her own words. The twins nodded and soon they had fallen asleep.
"I should be out there, not suck in here." Alanna muttered to Cythrea.
"What good would you be out there? I know you can do archery, but you are eight months pregnant. Jonathan has good reasons to keep you save." Cythrea snapped.
An hour later the sound of the fight had stopped. Gary opened the door and came in looking tired and sweaty.
"I am going down to see if it is all clear I will be back soon." He told them. Alanna nodded and absently rubbed her tummy.
"I hope every one is ok especially Jon." She whispered.
"Don't worry," Cythrea said putting her arm around Alanna's shoulders. "Everything will be just fine. Jon will be fine I'm sure." Alanna just nodded.
Meanwhile…….
Jon looked around. They had been fighting for almost an hour and they had won. The grand ball room now resembled an open war field. As he walked around absently wondering if Alanna was ok, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, or the swinging of a club. The next thing he knew he was hit on the back of the head and everything went dark…
Gary returned soon after he had left. Once he walked through the door Alanna stood up.
"Well? Hows Jon? What happened id everyone ok?" she asked.
"I think you had better come with me." Gary said. Alanna looked confused.
"Why?" she demanded. Gary sighed.
"There is something that I think you should see." He replied.
Once they reached the grand ball room Alanna saw blood every where, the injured being treated for wounds and the dead being taken away. Gary led her over to where Duke Baird was standing trying to heal some one that looked like…
"Jon." Alanna whispered, tears running down her face. "Jon!" she screamed. Suddenly she felt a pain. "Oh now not now." She said before passing out.
When Alanna woke she could hear voices and the sound of a baby crying.
"What happened?" she crocked.
"You passed out as you contractions hit, we couldn't wake you so Duke Baird opened you up and took the baby out. You are both fine." Came Gary's voice.
"And Jon?" She asked fearing the worst.
"I'm fine." He said sitting down on her bed with a small child wrapped up in blue blankets. "What do you want to name him?"
"Timothy." She whispered.
"Timothy it is then." Jon said handing her the baby.
A/N: R&R!