A/N: This is a sarcastic (for lack of a better word) story about Alanna and Jon. Really, I like George, I just like Jon better. I write this when I am angry or depressed because then I can vent my frustration on something...
One day, Alanna of Trebond, Olau, and Pirate's Swoop was thinking. She was wondering what would have happened to her if she had married Jon instead of that disgusting thief George. Oooh how she hated him now. He had seemed so kind before, but now she realized that George hated Jon and wanted to torture him in any way that he could. Well, now that George's mask had been removed, he was horrible to Alanna. There had been many times when she had been reduced to tears from George's abuse. Alanna had only been married a few years, but she already wanted a divorce. She knew that she could never marry Jon because of Thayet, but deep in her heart she wanted to turn back time and say yes to Jon's proposal back in the Bazhir tribe. As soon as she thought of it, Alanna felt as if a hook had been jerked behind her navel and she lost consciousness for a few moments. When she awoke, she found herself lying beside Jon, who immediately proposed. Alanna was elated! Even if this was only a dream, she could dream on and pretend, just this once. It's not as if George could ever know…
A/N: There, just to keep you in suspense...I have loads more written, but I'm going to make all of you wait for at least...umm..let's see...THREE DAYS!