Alright, this is from George's point of view. Alanna's dead and he's thinking about her. If you can't stand sadness, LEAVE NOW! For those of you who can stand it, enjoy (as much as you can, when it's a death fic).
He couldn't believe it. It wasn't true. No, none of it was true. Alanna, the love of his life, was going to walk through those doors any minute. She'd come in, ranting about something, then she'd change and crawl into her side of the bed.
They'd talk, as usual. Talk about Thom and Alan and Aly. About the old days, when he was still the Rouge and she was still a page or squire. They would talk until it was late, and eventually Alanna's eyes would start to close and he would kiss her on the forehead and wrap his arm around her waist, telling her to get some sleep.
He waited and waited for her to come, but she didn't. He knew she wouldn't. After all, she was dead.
Killed in combat against the Scanran's. Stabbed in the stomach, she hadn't stood a chance. When she came home, her face pale and serene against the fiery red of her hair, it had been like a knife in his heart.
He had moved through the next few days in a numb, uncaring state. Preparing the funeral, writing to tell Aly that her mother was no more. Thom and Alan had arrived the following day, wishing to be with their father, during his tremendous grief.
The funeral had been that morning. The entire country was quiet as the temple and city bells tolled the Lioness's death. He had cried then, the slow tears leaking down his face, betraying his stony image.
Looking up he saw their friends. Jon, Thayet, Raoul, Gary, Daine, Numair, Kel, Neal and others. The only person missing was Alianne. Being in the Copper Isles, she probably didn't even know that Alanna was dead yet. His heart went out to his daughter. She and her mother hadn't been the closest, but they had loved each other dearly.
Now he sat in a chair looking out over Pirates Swoop. It was raining outside, the drops hitting the window in a comforting way. He touched the glass, it was cold, hinting at the winter that was fast approaching.
He smiled slightly. Alanna had always hated the cold.
There you go. Tell me what you think. PureElement