Chapter 2
"I believe in love/Believe in us/But there are days when it's not enough." –Willing To Try, Bo Bice
"Coram! Coram, wake up!" Alanna yelled, bursting through the flaps of her friend's (and bodyguard) tent. She was surprised to see that Coram was awake and dressed.
"Did ye need somethin', lass?" Coram asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Did Faithful tell you to be ready?" Alanna demanded, noting that his things were packed.
"Maybe," Coram replied, getting to his feet.
"We're leaving," Alanna informed him. "We're going back to Corus."
"So soon?" Coram asked innocently. "I'd think ye'd want t' let his highness-"
"This isn't about Jonathan!" Alanna snapped.
"Ye were always a bad liar, lass. Th' best lie ye ever told was th' one about ye bein' a lad. But people still figured it out," Coram said.
"Let's just go," Alanna grumbled. She and Coram left the tent. Alanna's gold and white mare, Moonlight, was saddled and ready to go. The knight swung into the saddle as Coram loaded his gear. Alanna had saddled his horse. Once Coram was in the saddle, Alanna nodded.
"Ready, lass?" he asked.
"I've been ready for hours. Come on."
A week or so later…
"She's returned! Sir Alanna has returned!"
Jonathan leapt to his feet and walked into the hall. He grabbed the servant by the arm.
"What did you say?" he demanded. The man bowed.
"It's Sir Alanna, your highness. She's returned!" Jonathan released the man and stood, frozen with shock.
"Alanna's back!" Sir Raoul of Goldenlake cried, grabbing Jon's arm. "Come on, Jon! We have to welcome her!" Jon allowed the big knight to drag him to the courtyard, where Alanna and Coram were.
The first person Alanna saw was her adopted father, Sir Myles of Olau. She ran to him, feeling quite silly. Myles embraced her, and they looked like a true family.
"I missed you," Alanna told the shaggy knight. Myles chuckled.
"And we missed you," he said.
"Alanna!" Alanna turned and saw a large, chestnut haired knight. She beamed.
"Gary!" Sir Gareth (the Younger) of Naxen ran to his friend and gave her a bone-crushing hug.
"You're back!" he exclaimed. Alanna nodded. "Welcome home." Alanna caught sight of her friend Raoul just behind Gary.
"Raoul!" she cried. Raoul was even bigger than Gary, and his hug squished petite Alanna.
"You're back! We missed your temper around here," Raoul told her. Alanna laughed. Raoul had no temper to speak of, while hers was legendary.
"Hello, Alanna," a voice greeted, somewhat stiffly. Raoul moved aside, revealing a handsome man with hair as black as the night and sapphire eyes. Alanna's heart caught in her throat. Jon.
She bowed. "Jonathan." Jonathan inclined his head in reply.
"Alanna." Raoul and Gary looked back and forth. Jon and Alanna were the best of friends, and, they suspected, more. Why were they being so stiff and formal? It was almost like the past 7 or so year hadn't happened.
Author's Note- I wrote this after my Social Studies test on Labor. BIG thrills, I know. Trust me, writing this was MUCH more enjoyable than the test!
I must warn you, I may be mean to George. I DO like George, but I want ONE AJ story that I write that maybe ISN'T George friendly. Oh, and there WILL BE NO Thayet and Buri and Liam. Sorry.
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