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The ballroom was elegantly decorated with golden streamers tapestries with many different scenes on them; hunting, the court and battle. There were many stately dressed men and women in gold embroidery and silk or velvet in many different colors. The decorators did a lovely job. Thayet looked around for her lovely husband. He was seated next to the Kings Champion, Alanna of Pirates Swoop and Olau, chatting happily with his closest friend. She was probably charming him with her tart remarks as he was probably making her laugh. They seemed so perfect with each other, and Thayet couldn't help but think why they weren't married. What was she if Jonathan really loved Alanna?
She pushed those thoughts away as she went to the punch bowl to pour herself a drink. It seemed as though Jonathan loved her. They were soon to have a child, and this ball was for celebrating the occasion. They were going to tell everyone formally about their rejoice. It seemed the people were restless during the ball; they wanted to know what the royal family was celebrating.
Thayet glanced at the dancers, almost coordinated, dancing gracefully, moving swiftly but softly on the marble floors. She glanced up to see Alanna dancing with Jonathan and talking with him as well. She wondered where Alannas husband-to-be was. She searched the room and found him sitting with a bunch of his old friends, laughing hysterically.
Thayet couldn't help but feel jealous. They were still newlyweds and Alanna had already stolen her husband from her. No. She thought. She hasn't stolen my husband. Only borrowed him for a while.
"Ye a'right, yer Majesty?" George had surprised her, as he had sneaked up behind her and whispered in her ear.
"I'm fine, thank you George." She replied quickly and distantly.
"Enjoyin' the ball? It's lovely, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." She sighed and distractedly scanned the dance floor. Alanna was still daning with Jonathan. It was the third song. "I, um, excuse me. I have to go freshen up." She skittered down the hallway to the stairs and collapsed on the next floor in her rooms.
I might get some air outside. Then I can calm down and go back to my ball. Jonathan will be wanting me. Thayet thought as she stepped gracefully down the steep stairway. They can have a little fun anyways, and I won't accuse her of anything unless I get proof. She smiled as she opened the doors to the courtyard and a warm breeze brushed her hair out of her eyes. It was good to be outside. She already felt better. She heard voices murmuring down the pale walkway. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jonathan and... she couldn't make out the pther figure. She listened as best she could and crouched behind a bush. Thayet thought as she stepped gracefully down the steep stairway. She smiled as she opened the doors to the courtyard and a warm breeze brushed her hair out of her eyes. It was good to be outside. She already felt better. She heard voices murmuring down the pale walkway. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jonathan and... she couldn't make out the pther figure. She listened as best she could and crouched behind a bush.
"I don't know if I can do it, Jon. I've never been tied down my whole life."
"You love him, don't you?" It was a girl he was talking to. Could be anyone.
"Yes. I don't want to talk about it. How about the ball. It's fantastic. How did you arrange it all?"
"Oh, you know, my wife."
"Hm. Of course."
"Alanna, we're going to have to tell her, or end it. I can't keep up with this for too much longer." It was Alanna! What did they have to tell her?
"I know, Jon, but I don't know how. I don't want this to end..." Suddenly, Thayet could see Alanna's face. They were kissing! Rage bubbled up inside her. She didn't need any proof, she already had some!
"Alanna, stop. Let me take you somewhere... special. I need you to see it." Thayet held her breath as they got up from their seats and walked the other way -- thank goodness. The last thing she saw of them that night was the coy smile of who she called her friend.
She couldn't take it anymore! This was the end. She stormed upstairs and instead of going into their rooms, she went to the guest room. As soon as she came in, hot tears found their way out of her eyes. What was she to do?
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