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King Roald was nervous for his son. He was very young, and his wife was younger. He loved them both dearly, but it was too much. They had come, Alanna and Jon, earlier that day and told him that Alanna was pregnant. He very much wanted to meet his grandchild, but he didn't feel very well at the moment. In fact, his chest was contracting and he found it hard to breathe. Suddenly, he felt his heart stop. He had died of a heart attack.
Jon was up early the next morning. His father had died during the night, and he was now King of Tortall. Alanna was sleeping sweetly beside him, and it felt mean to wake her. He decided to let her sleep for a few more minutes, at least. Let her stay as Alanna the knight for a little while longer before telling her she was Alanna the Queen. Jon felt the heavy weight of the knowledge of being in control of a whole country fall over him, almost smothering him. How could he possibly manage this? How had his father done it? He could almost feel his beautiful black hair going grey. He ran to a mirror and looked at it. It was still black. Thank goodness, he thought. Jon had been a bit paranoid lately. It was hard to become king. Jon plopped down on the couch by the door in their room. Presently, Alanna awoke. She moved towards the couch, but suddenly altered her course for the privy. She was reconsidering her breakfast, although she hadn't eaten anything yet this morning. Upon her return, she explained herself by moaning, "Morning sickness." Jon didn't really understand, but as the months wore on, he would. This particular morning, he didn't care, either. He had more important things on his mind, however cruel that sounds. Right now, he was trying to break his new to Alanna in the nicest way possible, as not to alarm her. Finally, he said it.
"Alanna, my father died last night. I'm the new king of Tortall, and you are the Queen." Alanna gasped and collapsed onto the couch.
"Oh Jon! How dreadful! The day we told him about the babies, and now you're expected to be king! You'll miss him something awful, won't you? I will too. He was always kind to me." She sighed, and hugged Jon, letting him cry into her shoulder. You see, Jon had just fully realized the horribleness of this situation. He was technically an orphan, and in charge of an entire country with a young pregnant wife to care for. And at the age of 21.
Jon had been wearing black for three months by the time he decided to take it time. During this time, he had been acting as ruler of Tortall, though the coronation would not take place until after the mourning period was over. Alanna's belly had continued growing, and Alanna became very very good friends with Lady Amyl. They gossiped about court, and Alanna told Amyl about Gary as a page. Amyl always laughed uproariously at Alanna's memories of her boyfriend.
A/N: this paragraph isnt even done yet, but I can't finish it...I cant think properly. Bye now! Thanks for reviewing!