Disclaimer: Not Tamora Pierce. These are her characters and places, not mine. OKAY? Thank you. Waah! I want it to be mine, but it's not. Sigh.
A/N: This part is Jon's point of view, type of thing.
Jon could do nothing but sit on the bed in his bedroom and run a hand nervously through his black hair, again and again. He hated to admit it, but he was worried for Alanna. She had said that she was going to see George the night before, but somehow, Jon didn't entirely trust George. He was the King of Thieves, wasn't he?
A loud thudding noise and frantic breathing made Jon get off of his bed and knock at the door that separated his room from Alanna's.
"I'm in a hurry!" Was her snappish reply when she heard the knock on the door. Why did Jonathan always have to pick such inopportune moments to knock on her door. She was already late for her classes as it was!
But Jon opened the door anyway and walked in, closing the door softly behind him. Alanna stopped dashing around and looked at her knight-master and best friend. "Where were you?" he demanded, quietly.
"At the Dancing Dove." Alanna replied brusquely. "And besides, what part of your business is it, where I am all night?"
Jon rolled his eyes at the ceiling. Crossing his arms over his chest, defensively he replied. "The part where that's what best friends do!" he replied, anger hinting in his tone.Then he scowled. "You were with George all night?"
Alanna nodded curtly, and turned away from him. She dashed over to the corner of her room and brushed her hair out quickly, before sitting down on her bed and yanking her boots on.
Jon sat down next to her, his shoulder's hunched up by his ears, his hands propped against the edge of her bed. "I'm sorry." he said. "But Alanna, I do have to wonder how... safe, George is."
Alanna stopped pulling her boot on, and looked the Prince in the eye. "Safe?" she repeated bluntly. "What about George is unsafe?"
"Maybe when he starts doing this!" Jon pulled Alanna towards him and kissed her. At first it felt forced, but he seemed to melt into the kiss. Alanna pushed against him and pulled back.
"You saw?" she demanded coldly, referring to George kissing her outside of the palace behind the tree. Jon nodded. Alanna screamed angrily, and stomped out of the room, carrying one boot in her hand.
Ok. What did you think? Please! Don't hit me with your noodle! Please note: I will try to make the next chapter longer so that Drop Your Oboe won't hit me with a really big cooked noodle. Hee hee. Ok, got that cleared up!
And also, please read my mini-series. I know it's not a fluff story, but I'm trying to incorporate more into it. And I worked really hard on them. So if you're actually going read them, they go in the following order; Dying Kingdom of Dreams first, then Only Once Royal second, and finally the one that's in progress, Squire Princess. So please, please read theose! I worked really hard! Thanks, and fluff is coming in them if you're wondering!