Jonathan was packing a small saddlebag for the journey. It was extremely early in the morning, but if he wanted to get to Port Caynn in the evening, he would have to be ready to leave early. He finished dressing for travel and walked outside to the stables to get his horse. He was almost excited to get his wife back. The only thing he worried about was his wife's reaction to seeing him again. Would she be happy? Angry? What would she say? His thoughts were interrupted.
"Are you ready to go?" Alanna sounded as though she teased him, but she wasn't. She was dressed to leave for the morning; to go with his group of soldiers to get his wife. Does she think she's going with?
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"I'm going with you, dolt! Why else do you think I'd be dressed like this?"
"You are not going with me!" This time Jonathan was serious.
"Why not?"
"I'm not having you there when she's going to be in a fit. It'll be uncomfortable and wierd if you're there."
"Why do you think she'd be in a fit? And I don't care if it's uncomfortable for you, I'm going." Jonathan knew how stubborn the Lioness could be, and she had a hell of a temper. Jonathan didn't want to give in, but he also didn't want her to act up. After a moments thought, he came to his verdict.
"You know I don't want you to go..."
"And you know how stubborn I can be." Alanna said with a grin on her face. She loved getting what she wanted. Didn't everybody?
"Yes. So, you will stay in the back. I don't want you to be the first thing Thayet sees when she comes home." 'If she comes home.' Jonathan thought wearily. He was still tired.
He lead his horse out of the stables and mounted it. Then, he walked it to where the rest of the soldiers were standing.
"Ready to go, King Jonathan?" One of them asked. Jonathan nodded. He got what he wanted; he was going to find his wife. But did he really love getting what he wanted this time around?
It was a lovely, cold day in Port Caynn. Birds were flying south, their wings brown and gold in the setting sun, and trees were beginning to lose their leaves, the colors making the woods look like a carnival. Thayet had gone for a walk and helped Olesia most of the day with chores. She couldn't leave them all to the woman. She'd feel useless.
She was happily feeding her lovely baby after dinner, thinking about how beautiful she was and trying to find a name for her. She was already 2 weeks old. Jack had come home the day before and he was so tired that he went to sleep early tonight. Olesia was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner.
There was a knock at the door and Olesia yelled into the other room to tell Thayet that she was getting the door. Thayet wondered who would come at this time of year and day. When she was putting her baby back in the bassinet that Olesia had given to her, she heard a gasp that sounded more like a scream. She rushed out to see what was up, a worried look on her face.
As soon as she got to the doorway, she saw the worst scene ever. She covered a gasp that escaped from her mouth and tried to make herself invisible but also tried to make it possible to see what was going on. The door was closed, thank goodness, and all she could see were the backs of people; a group of soldiers that blocked the outside doorway. The only face she saw clearly was Olesia's; she was edging herself away from the doorway because someone's knife was pointed towards her throat. Terror was in her eyes and her face was white.
"Olesia-" Thayet caught herself before one of the soldiers heard her.
"Now, where is she?" A man who sounded so familiar yelled at the woman. It seemed as though he didn't care that she was innocent. What were they doing here anyways? And who was 'she'? "Where?" He yelled even louder. He didn't get an answer because Olesia was so scared that she stared to cry almost silently. It seemed like she choked up because she didn't answer at all. Was she just not answering because she was hiding something? "Tell me where she is or I'll cut your throat."
Fear surged through Thayet as she heard the mysterious man ask her one more time. What would happen if she didn't answer? And who was this man? What was he looking for?
All the while she was asking herself these questions, the kitchen was silent; Olesia hadn't said a word. The man stepped forward and slit her throat, a cry of pain creeping from her before she died, blood spraying everywhere, Olesia falling to the ground. Dead.
"Olesia!" Thayet couldn't just let her fall; she loved this woman. She was her best friend. She needed her. She ran forward and crouched by her side, tears of anger and sadness rolling down her rosy cheeks. How could this man do this to her? Kill her only friend in this place. Why?
"Thayet?" A voice behind her almost whispered. She turned around to see who knew her, and the face she saw shocked her out of her wits.
"Jonathan." She processed what had happened in the last while. "Jonathan? You did this?" A look of discust came across her face. "You killed her! Why?" She stood up. "Why?" She started to cry hysterically.
"Thayet, look at me." Suddenly, she stopped sobbing and looked at him. For the first time in months, she looked at him. She really looked at him. She looked at his smooth, pale skin, his light blue eyes, his soft mouth. Soon she found herself longing to kiss him. She realized she needed him. She wanted him. She loved him, with all her heart. She broke down in tears again, and ran to his side, clinging to him, burying her face in his chest. He held onto her as close as she held onto him, finally embracing one another. Time passed really fast, and as soon as Thayet lifted her head from his chest, she smiled at him, and they kissed a kiss that was meant to be. A kiss long overdue. Jon looked confused after the kiss, like something was missing. Something was missing. "You had the baby."
"The baby." Thayet ran from his arms, grabbing his hand and running into the other room. She ran to the bassinet, worried. A look of horror came across her face, and as if enough tears weren't shed that day, more were. "She's gone..." She sobbed.