Hey sorry guys. You must hate me. Anyway. Here it is.
Disclaimer:
Me: So, okay, it's settled. You can keep Alanna and all the other crappy people— I mean coughs yea. Them. And tell you what. You can have Delia back! Isn't that great? Now I have this teensy weensy profit, I'll gladly take Jonathan and we'll snap George in half and I'll preferably get the top part! Deal?
TP: . . .
Me: Ma'm?
TP: . . .
Me: Uhm excuse me..?
TP: That's is I'm calling security
Me: . . .
All of them looked up at the sentry as if they didn't hear what he had just said although it was perfectly clear to all of them that Lady Delia of Eldorne had killed not only Thayet but crushed Jonathan's heart in the process, and now that the kingdom of Tortall had lost their queen-to-be they had a feeling that their king wouldn't want to fulfill every right of finding himself a new heir to the throne cause after all he did loose his love for Alanna and got over it and now that Thayet was gone he would never live it down and produce an heir to the throne.
"Don't give his majesty more problems that need to be dealt with; can't you see he just lost the love of his life?" Gary said in a low voice.
The guard turned and left the scene in disgrace. Alanna was still standing at the same spot she was since she opened the door, unable to move, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing; she was seeing Jonathan, King Jonathan to be exact, talking to a corpse, the corpse of his would-be-wife, the most beautiful woman in all of Tortall lying dead on the cold stone floors with a pool of blood surrounding her, a dagger driven to her chest made everything look worse in a way that Alanna would throw up at the exact moment.
No one talked; no one made a sound they just stared at their king with unshed tears uncertain of what to do. Thinking he'd seen enough.
"Alanna" George whispered in her ear from behind with a hand on her arm tugging it. "Alanna"
Alanna just stood there, turned sobbing on George's tunic. George hugged her tightly and kissed her hair, led her out the room and down the hall. "Shhh, stop crying, Lass. It's going to be alright" George reassured her, patting her back.
"No" Alanna managed to croak, looked up at George's eyes her own sparking with fury.
"It's not going to be alright" she said with much anger and disgust in her voice, pulling away from George's grasp and ran the opposite direction, not once did George think of going after her. He just shook his head and went back in the room.
BACK IN HER ROOM
She slammed the door shut bolting it, back against the door her purple eyes ablaze. I can't take this anymore! She thought rather loudly to herself. I swear if I ever lay my hands on that bitch I'd end up killing her! She scattered all her papers on the floor.
That's when George came in. "Alanna! What are you doing?" he ask running toward her, enveloping her in a tight hug and led her away from anything sharp that can be used as a weapon. "Let go of me, George" she said her hand on Lighting's hilt. George must have noticed that 'cause he unsheathed the sword and threw it across the room landing with a large crash. She's trying to kill me! He thought worriedly. He turned her around to face him.
"Alanna, what's gotten into you?" George said looking deep into her eyes.
Realizing that she almost plunged her love with her sword said "I'm sorry, George. I wasn't trying to- I'm sorry" looking down at the stone floors.
George placed a hand under her chin and made her look at him.
"I love you, Alanna" George said smiling.
"I love you too, and I'm so sorry about that"-she motioned to the sword-"I was just—"
However she was cut off by George's sweet kiss, she kissed him back with much love, leading Alanna to the bed-they now shared-but she pulled away.
"What?" he asked concerned but with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Nothing" she replied. "It's just that I'm already tired and I just want to sleep"
"Of course" he said smiling he picked Alanna up and put her on the bed.
"Thanks, George, for everything" she said before she closed her eyes and slept.
Alanna found herself in the middle of the forest just standing there.
She looked up and saw a white blinding light ahead of her. Shielding her eyes with her hands, a white figure appeared before her. She looks almost like Thayet she thought to herself as the white ghostly figure revealed itself.
"Hello, Alanna," It said "Remember me?" It asked smiling
"Who are you?" she asked confused "Thayet?" her eyes widened with amusement.
"Yes, Alanna. 'Tis me" Thayet said smiling.
"What?" Alanna asked, "are you doing here?"
"You were just-"she stuttered pointing to the palace. "And now you're—" she said looking up to meet Thayet's gaze.
"Great Mother Goddess" she whispered under her breath, she looked Thayet up and down. She was wearing a long white gown but she wasn't mortal anymore.
"Alanna, I've come here to ask you something." Thayet said but it was more like a ghostly whisper.
"Umm, Sure" Alanna finally said still staring at her.
"Do you know who killed me?" she asked curiously.
Alanna swallowed "No" she said flatly. It wasn't a complete lie she thought to herself.
"Ohh" the immortal said her face dropping.
"But we do think it's someone who just escaped earlier" Alanna finally said. It was now or never she thought.
"Then who would that be?" Thayet asked emotionless.
"Lady Delia of Eldorne" Alanna said in disgust.
"So she was the one who knocked on my door while I was still in the bathroom" Thayet mentioned.
"That would probably be her" Alanna said.
"Thank you very much, Lady Alanna" Thayet smiled one last smile before she disappeared like she was never there.
"Wait! Thayet! Who sent you?" Alanna asked to the howling winds.
"I'll see you soon" the wind replied.
Alanna just stood there unable to move looking around her the winds howled.
"Alanna! Alanna!" a voice echoed.
She looked around more curiously at the dark empty woods, frightened.
"Wake up, Alanna!" George was shaking her shoulder her eyes snapped open.
"You've been sweating like crazy" he said.
"Alanna, can you hear me? Are you sick? Alanna!" George was now an inch from her face.
"Yes, I'm fine, George." She said smiling, recovering from her dream.
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