A/N I do not own any of this, the great goddess Tamora Pierce does. She also wrote the desert part. It comes straight from TWWRLM. I apologize for making you read it all over again. Feel free to skip this part. I even wonder why I bothered to copy it.
A.N AGAIN: I could not stand the sloppy format of my very first upload and I had to come through her and fix it.
Second Chances in Romance
"I did not say I was returning with you, and you didn't ask me before you ordered people to do my packing."
"I assumed we'd begin preparations for the wedding. I didn't think you would want to wait."
"I haven't told you yes," Alanna reminded him, her voice tense.
He looked at her, startled. "But---I know how you feel about me."
"Being married to you is a great responsibility. I need more time to think about it."
"More time!" He's actually amused, Alanna thought, her anger mounting. "Be serious. After all these years, I'd think your answer is plain."
She clenched her jaw so tightly it hurt to open it. "Not to me."
Jonathan slapped the rolled-up parchment onto the table, his patience nearing an end. "Stop it, Alanna. I've made enough allowance for maidenly shyness from you---"
"Maidenly shyness!" she yelled. "Since when have I showed you maidenly shyness!"
"Keep your voice down!" he snapped. "Do you want the whole tribe to hear? What's gotten into you, anyway? I thought it was settled."
"I said I wanted time to think!" Although her voice was quieter, her snapping violet eyes revealed her undiminished fury.
Jonathan's smile was full of masculine superiority. "That's what all women say when a man proposes."
Do they indeed?" Alanna snapped. "And I suppose you're such an expert on marriage proposes!"
"As much as you are," he snapped back.
"When I say I want time to think, I want time to think!"
Jonathan sighed wearily. "All right, you've had time to think. What's your answer?"
"I need more time to think!"
Jon stared at her for a moment, color mounting into his cheeks. "This is ridiculous!" he cried. "All right, I should have remembered you don't like people making plans without your say-so, but I thought everything was settled---"
"It isn't! How dare you take my acceptance for granted?"
(a/n: I think everyone knows what happens after this. They fight some more, then Jon leaves for Corus without Alanna. Ok.)
***
Alanna rode Moonlight back to the inn where she was meeting George. They would stay there together.
I've never been so happy, Alanna thought to herself, I guess it was good to break up with Jon.
As Alanna stabled and groomed her mare, a man pulled up behind her and kissed her neck gently.
"George." Alanna breathed and she turned around to meet him in a passionate kiss. "I love you, George." Alanna whispered in his ear.
"I love you, too, lass."
When they had finished greeting each other, knight and thief took Alanna's belongings to their room.
"Alanna, I'm sorry, but Rispah wanted to talk to me about some rogues who are not doing as they're told. I must go," George said apologetically.
"It's all right, George." Alanna replied. "I'll just go take a nap." When George had left, Alanna took a bath and then went to bed for a well deserved rest.
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(A/n: Keep reading! It does have a plot, I guarantee it!)
(Thank you Sarah for loving this story and making me want to post it.)
A.N AGAIN: I could not stand the sloppy format of my very first upload and I had to come through her and fix it.
Second Chances in Romance
"I did not say I was returning with you, and you didn't ask me before you ordered people to do my packing."
"I assumed we'd begin preparations for the wedding. I didn't think you would want to wait."
"I haven't told you yes," Alanna reminded him, her voice tense.
He looked at her, startled. "But---I know how you feel about me."
"Being married to you is a great responsibility. I need more time to think about it."
"More time!" He's actually amused, Alanna thought, her anger mounting. "Be serious. After all these years, I'd think your answer is plain."
She clenched her jaw so tightly it hurt to open it. "Not to me."
Jonathan slapped the rolled-up parchment onto the table, his patience nearing an end. "Stop it, Alanna. I've made enough allowance for maidenly shyness from you---"
"Maidenly shyness!" she yelled. "Since when have I showed you maidenly shyness!"
"Keep your voice down!" he snapped. "Do you want the whole tribe to hear? What's gotten into you, anyway? I thought it was settled."
"I said I wanted time to think!" Although her voice was quieter, her snapping violet eyes revealed her undiminished fury.
Jonathan's smile was full of masculine superiority. "That's what all women say when a man proposes."
Do they indeed?" Alanna snapped. "And I suppose you're such an expert on marriage proposes!"
"As much as you are," he snapped back.
"When I say I want time to think, I want time to think!"
Jonathan sighed wearily. "All right, you've had time to think. What's your answer?"
"I need more time to think!"
Jon stared at her for a moment, color mounting into his cheeks. "This is ridiculous!" he cried. "All right, I should have remembered you don't like people making plans without your say-so, but I thought everything was settled---"
"It isn't! How dare you take my acceptance for granted?"
(a/n: I think everyone knows what happens after this. They fight some more, then Jon leaves for Corus without Alanna. Ok.)
***
Alanna rode Moonlight back to the inn where she was meeting George. They would stay there together.
I've never been so happy, Alanna thought to herself, I guess it was good to break up with Jon.
As Alanna stabled and groomed her mare, a man pulled up behind her and kissed her neck gently.
"George." Alanna breathed and she turned around to meet him in a passionate kiss. "I love you, George." Alanna whispered in his ear.
"I love you, too, lass."
When they had finished greeting each other, knight and thief took Alanna's belongings to their room.
"Alanna, I'm sorry, but Rispah wanted to talk to me about some rogues who are not doing as they're told. I must go," George said apologetically.
"It's all right, George." Alanna replied. "I'll just go take a nap." When George had left, Alanna took a bath and then went to bed for a well deserved rest.
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(A/n: Keep reading! It does have a plot, I guarantee it!)
(Thank you Sarah for loving this story and making me want to post it.)