Disclaimer: Why at the beginning of each chapter? Why? Whatever. Not mine still!
A/N: Still George's half of the story!
George rolled halfway onto his side, but stopped short when he ran into something warm. All at once it came back to him. He smiled softly, his eyes still shut tight. He could feel the light flooding his room, falling onto his face, but hebarely noticed it. His arm slid around Alanna's waist, and he heard her sigh with contentment.
Satisfied with it all, George leaned his head against the soft pillow of his bed, and fell back asleep. But his dreams were haunted. Haunted with visions of... Jon? Yes. That was right. His dreams were filled with Jon. The prince sat on his father's throne, a crown on his head, and scepter in his hand. But wait! Jonathan had turned into the Duke Roger, cackling cruelly. There was something dark and human shaped on the floor in front of him...
Alanna. Dead.
George sat bolt upright, sweat pouring down his face, his arm still around Alanna's waist.
He slid out of bed, doing his best not to disturb Alanna. Walking across the wood floors he sighed quietly and leaned against the mantle over his personal fire-place.
"Just a dream." He whispered quietly. "That's all." But somehow this didn't make him feel any better. The sweat on his face was sticky and cold now. Sighing deeply he walked over to the foot window through once Alanna had climbed to tell him that she was a girl.
George smirked at the thought of that day. How he had been amazed that she was a girl... He opened the window and leaned down against the sill, thinking about everything. Slowly, deeply, the King of Thieves inhaled, taking in all of the outside scents. He watched a tree sway in the breeze, and listened as a horse whickered softly in the barns.
"George?" He turned around quickly. Alanna was propped up on her elbow in the bed, her flaming red hair sticking up in odd angles. "Come back to bed."
George shook his head, smiling slightly. "It's past dawn Alanna. You'd better get back to the palace."
The girl sat stiffly upright and looked at George, sleep clogging her vision. She rubbed it out of her eyes with her fingers and stood up, swearing like a guardsman.
"You're right." She said sighing. She walked over to George and kissed him sweetly. Her lips tasted so good... "I'd better go." She got dressed quickly and dashed out of the door, leaving George wondering if he'd ever see her alive again.
Ok. Did this suck? I wasn't going to make it longer, but two people asked, so I had to oblige. If I have to make it longer, there's going to be a bit more of a plot, and a bit less fluff, but I will do my best to keep it fluffy. Note please: the next part will be a sort of Jon chapter. Bye! Thanks for reading! Oh, and sorry the chapters are so short. I just don't really do fluff too well. But you guys obviously think I do since you asked for more. So yeah... Bye!