Early December, 445 HE
Usually Alanna bursts in on Jon like a battering ram, full of restless energy and a barely hidden disdain for protocol. Court has that effect on her peace of mind. His guards have come to expect such behavior from Jon's champion, though they still don't approve. Therefore, they stare at her in disbelief when, one chilly afternoon, she solemnly asks to be announced.
"Well, go on," she urges, impatience flickering in her gaze.
On slightly more familiar ground, one of the guards nods and knocks once on the heavy wooden door. He announces, "The Lioness to see you, Your Highness."
"Thank you," Alanna replies mildly.
Will wonders never cease?
"Well, go on," she urges, impatience flickering in her gaze.
On slightly more familiar ground, one of the guards nods and knocks once on the heavy wooden door. He announces, "The Lioness to see you, Your Highness."
"Thank you," Alanna replies mildly.
Will wonders never cease?