Hi guys. It's me again. I just wanted you to know that i'm planning to change my pen name cause, there's a 'Queen Alanna of Conte'. Sorry Queen Alanna.. -

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Me: Can I have Jonathan?

TP: No

Me: Well, can I have George then?

TP: No

Me: Liam?

TP: Liam's dead

Me: Who can I have then?

TP: You can have Delia

Me: eww

Chapter 2- The Wedding

The music started playing as everyone turned around to get a good look at the back of the hall. Jonathan had taken his position near the altar waiting for his bride to walk down the wide aisle decorated with colorful wild flowers of all kinds. He was standing there in his black tux that clashed with his hair perfectly, his crown place proudly on his hair.

Alanna was seated with George, Mistress Cooper, Myles, Buri, Gary and Raoul down at front, she couldn't take her eyes from Jonathan, beaming at everyone, his nervousness seemed to have vanished. Her gaze transferred automatically when the herald announced Thayet, to the large doors of the large room. Yet no one emerged for them.

There was sudden muttering, and muttering became nods of disagreement. Each was asking the same question. Where was Thayet? The commotion was increasing rapidly. Alanna saw a squire dressed in white garments for the celebration approach the King and tell him something that made his eyebrows furrow. Disregarding the formality of the celebration, he went to Alanna and George and told them that Thayet was nowhere to be found, and then he went to talk to Myles and the others.

Alanna reached into her gift and gasped loudly. "Is everything alright?" asked George nervously. "Alanna? Alanna?" She straightened up and pulled George to the direction of Thayet's rooms. Jonathan instinctively followed them breaking into a stride.

She opened the door then searched for the door to the bathrooms. Alanna slowly walked to it. No please Goddess no. Alanna placed a trembling hand on the doorknob.

"Alanna?" Jonathan said in a shaky voice. She opened it and found out it was locked. George, who got the message quickly, opened it with one of his oddly shaped pins especially used for lock picking. The Lioness was trembling so hard she had to lean on the table near the bathroom. There was silence in the room; everyone was expecting the same thing. They heard the lock click and George started opening the door.

Alanna was afraid to look. She let her gaze wander and land on her king. Jonathan's eyes were wide, wide with fear. Slowly, very slowly he walked to Thayet. There she was, cold and bloody, in her beautiful wedding gown, dead. He went to sit beside her and began sweeping strands of hair away from her once beautiful face. George went to call the others while Alanna stayed where she was, afraid to move.

"Wake up my love," said Jonathan talking to the corpse, slightly shaking her. "It is time for our wedding." He sounded like he was crazy. Alanna spoke for the first time.

"Jonathan—sire, I don't think she—" she was interrupted by Jonathan who, again, was talking to Thayet's corpse. "There are plenty of people waiting for us, even Buri dressed up." He said rocking her.

"Jonathan please!"

"I think the whole kingdom is there. Isn't that nice? They came to see our wedding. Now please wake up, we wouldn't want to be late."

Myles, Eleni, Gary, Raoul, Buri, George and some palace guards came at that moment. Everyone looked curious and stared at Jonathan. It wasn't long before they noticed Thayet lying on the carpeted floor. Buri shrieked.

"King Jonathan," the guard said in a clear voice. "Lady Delia has escaped."

I have to end it here cause my time is up; I'm at a computer shop you see. Well.. please review! I would like to say sorry to all Thayet fans out there. I'll try to write more later.