(I was waiting for reviews D)
Note: I forgot to tell you this earlier, but the story might be a bit ooc, so warn me. And Jon is...not very nice in the rest of the story...
Disclaimer: Who needs a disclaimer anyways?
"Jonathan?"
The said man lifted his head up from his stack of papers, his hand brushing past a lock of dark hair that had fallen in his face. He turned is handsome face, showing the figure tiredness.
"Jon!"
"Yes, 'Lanna?" he asked, voice revealing heavy fatigue.
The redhead felt it was time to act. Walking over, she went almost nose-to nose and stared her rich violet eyes directly to his blue ones.
"You. Have. A. Ball. In. Four. Candle. Marks."
That woke him up.
"Alanna," The king groaned, lifting his head slowly, "Do I really have to go?"
The King's Champion just rolled her eyes.
"This is the big, major –" she lifted her arms for emphasis, "– ball where the Carthakis come to Tortall," she gestured again, "to take a look around in order to sign the Peace Agreement that you –" Another accusing point "– have tried to finalise and organise for over a year. If you," She pointed at him once more, "do not wish to go, argue with your wife."
With the King 'happily' informed and having to make a dash to get ready, she leaned over his desk; examining the papers Jonathan had fallen asleep over. They turned out to be angry complaints.
Alanna sat in a chair nearby and rested herself for a bit. She couldn't believe that she – and Raoul – had previously been ordered to go.
Sighing, she dragged her unforgiving self towards the dressmakers to see what her dress would look like. Thayet did promise a surprise after all.
Mrs. Dom Masbolle: Griffin like eyes? Erm, powers? Ah, I don't know. And about this chapter being a flashback...heh heh...
Lady Knight Keladry: Yes ma'am! updates Happy? (Nice penname)
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