Alright, this is Jon's P.O.V. of Alanna dying. It's the same death that I wrote about for George. It's kinda short but, I think it's good. Enjoy!!
Jon walked through the abandoned halls, the hard heels of his boots clicking on the stone surface. It was night and no one was around to see the king cry.
He was the one that had sent Alanna into battle. He was the one responsible for her death.
His tears dripped slowly off his face. He didn't care. Alanna was dead and he would never see her again.
He'd always loved her, but understood the the fact that she didn't want to be queen. He'd let George take her and though it hurt him, it made him happy to see her with the man she loved.
He came to a tapestry that depicted a battle. In the midst of it all, there stood a ferocious looking knight with red hair, wielding a sword. It was her. The tears ran faster.
"Alanna." he choked out. His voice was strangled and laced with sorrow.
He reached out to touch the figure embroidered onto the cloth. All he touched was thread. He hung is head in defeat and started walking again.
From that moment and from then on, when ever he spoke, or breathed or laughed, it was for Alanna.
For the violet eyes that haunted him.
There. Tell me what you think!! And don't forget to read my other story, 'Queen of the Deadly Rose'. Reviewers get cookies!! (not really, but I'm going to pretend. PureElement