A/N: This is actually the farthest I've gotten with a fanfic story, and it's thanks to my readers ;). Excuse the pun. I know it's wierd, but it worked. And sorry for the short chapter this time. It's nice to have a break from reading so much, right:) Thanks.

Jon was hunched over his work, as usual, and he had hardly done any reading at all that day., What he had been doing was thinking about none other than Thayet. She was still his wife, last time he checked, and he missed her. She was the only one he loved.

There was a knock at the door. Alanna and George came in and sat down, whispering to each other. They smiled at Jon sympathetically, then told him why they were there.

"I told you, George. He's not gotten a sentence read yet. He needs help."

"Actually, I've gotten two sentences read." He added with a joking smile. "Have you come to argue in front of me, or have you come to talk to me?"

"We've come to talk to ye, Jon. Ye need help."

"And we're here to do that." Alanna added cheerfully. After a moment or two of silence, Jon talked with them.

"And what do I need help with?"

"Your work. You are the king, Jon, and if your wife never comes back, you have to catch up somehow."

"Alanna," George scolded. "Ye need help with yer wife, also. Ye can't go on livin' with a runaway wife. Ye need to find her." Jonathan thought for the longest time about what George had said, and then he got a bright idea; brighter than fire. He stood up.

"You're right, George! And you can help me!" A bright smile crossed his face as he looked at George thankfully.

"What?"

"I'm hiring you, for spy work of course," He said as he paced the floor with a look of accomplishment on his face. "And you will find out where she is. Whether she's in the city still, out of town, wherever or whatever she might be. It's perfect! Thank you, George!" He said as he embraced his old friend.

"Well, I didn't except yet, lad." Said a surprised George.

"You will help me, right? Please say yes, I'll pay you."

"I don't need money, King Jonathan. I will do it though, Yer Majesty."

"Thank you, George, thank you!" He said once again as he embraced the man.

Thayet was out hanging laundry for Olesia, when Jack came up behind her and kissed her neck again and again.

"Jack, stop!" She said, smiling uncontrollably. Jack had lost his touch, to her. She wasn't as in love with him as she thought she was. Now the days seemed to pass slower, every moment he looked at her, she looked away. A modest maid was the role she was playing for Olesia. She didn't want his wife to know about her secret, and she never wanted to look at Jack again. That was almost impossible, yet she faked it whenever he was around. "Your wife might see." She turned around, and Jack seemed to stare at her stomach. Thayet was getting bigger every day. She was pregnant, for Goddess sake, and Jack was bound to notice sometime, which is just what he did.

"Kaden..." He looked into her eyes, his face serious. "It's mine?" Thayet nodded, lying to him. How could she tell him who's it really was? He smiled gleefully at her.

"You're not mad?"

"No, no, of course not!"

"What will we tell your wife?"

"Well, we'll tell her your old master... you know, it's his, if she asks." Just then, Olesia walked towards them with another basket of wet clothing to be hung on the line. Thayet got busy hanging laundry again, and Jack sat down on a stone and opened up a book he was holding.

"Here you go, dear." Olesia looked very young for her age. She was wise and had a cheerful presence. Thayet liked her, and if anything happened to her, she would trust Olesia to help. She was like a mother to Thayet, and she enjoyed working for her.

"Thanks." She smiled at her friend. She knew she had a friend in Olesia, even if the worst came to pass.

"Would you like some tea?"

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