Chapter 5 Tunics

A/N: sorry its taken so long for me to update, but this has been the hardest chapter to write so far. Really isn't the greatest chapter.


Two weeks later Alanna found herself walking down the corridor, on the way back from one of her 'Lady Lessons' with Adela. She wasn't paying attention on where she was going; instead she let her feet take her down the well known route to her room. Her mind was on her pervious lesson. In the short time that she had, she had been taught everting from walking and talking to dancing and putting cosmetics on her face. Even though she had Ben taught what to do, she was still having trouble doing it. She wasn't as nearly graceful as the other ladies, and her etiquette only just passed. Despite everything she was still better off being a boy. She had voiced her opinions to Adela, who had laughed at her and simply said,

"You're going to have to learn this one day anyway."

Alanna sighed. Pulling this off wasn't going to be easy. In fact it would be nothing short of a miracle.

"Alan." A voice called, snapping Alanna out of her thoughts. It was Jon, who was walking towards her.

"Meet me in my rooms in ten minutes." He said and kept walking. Alanna nodded and kept walking back to her room, her mind now on a different matter. Why did Jon want to see her? Had she done something wrong?


She found out ten minutes later, whilst waiting in Jon's rooms. She had hardly sat down on his bed when he entered looking pleased with himself.

"Alanna good you're here. I wanted to talk to you. You remember that the ball my mother is throwing is in a fortnights time and you promised to go," He told her. "No don't pull that face you promised me you would go. So I have something that I want you to wear as my squire." It was only then Alanna realised that he was holding something in his hands. It was a tunic. He handed to Alanna, who didn't say a word as she looked it over. It was a deep midnight blue and had gold trimmings. It was made with the finest materials money could buy.

"What do you think?" Jon asked.

"I… its great. Thanks Jon." Alanna said, still looking over the tunic.

"I'm sure you'll look great in it." Jon told her. Alanna just nodded, not looking at him.

"I'm going to bed, I'm tired." She declared for jumping off the bed and going into her own rooms. Once she had locked the door she sank down onto the bed. She felt so horrible. Jon had obviously gotten the tunic just for her and she wasn't going to wear it. In fact technically Squire Alan wasn't even going to show up. Alanna sighed she hated lying to Jon, but as Adela had said if she wanted Jon, she would have to show him who she really was.


Well that was short. R&R!