SOPHIA
I don't own any characters or places that appear in the TP books.
I know I must seem like a big A/J shipper but it changes depending on what ideas I have but at the moment it's A/J but that'll probably change.
"Lass! Hurry up!" Coram shouted to her through the door.
"I'll be there in a minute," she shouted back. "What the heck is wrong with my back," she asked her cat Faithful.
Maybe you should see a healer remarked her cat.
"Very funny. But I don't need to see a healer it isn't that bad," she said getting her stuff together for them to leave.
Well if it's that bad then use your gift he said cleaning his paws.
"I've tried that," she mumbled before saying clearer, "Come on let's go."
She picked up her bags and went out of the way house room down to the stables to meet Coram.
They had been gone three days from the palace on their way to The Great Southern Desert, to be warm. Alanna thought that Corus was to cold for her during winter that was one of the reasons why they were heading south.
They had been riding for a couple of hours when Coram noted that Alanna was being very quiet for her. He turned and looked at her and saw that she was sweating heavily and had a small look of pain on her face.
Coram stopped his horse and said with concern in his voice, "What's wrong?" It took her awhile to realise that Coram had stopped. She looked up at him and said "What?"
"What's wrong? Cause I know something is," he told her.
"It's my stomach and back. They are really sore," she said with effort.
"We'll stop fae a while.' K?" he asked. She nodded. He dismounted and took her reins and led them off the road. She tried to get of her horse and almost fell off her; Coram caught her just in time. Her thanks for that were to be sick all over the front of him. He put her down on the ground and she stooped over clutching her stomach. She had blood all over her.
Coram got out a map in one of their saddlebags and looked at it. "There's a village 'bout five miles form here. Can you make it there?" he asked her taking off his jacket. She shook her head. He led her off to sit against a tree. "I'll have to go myself then," he said.
I wouldn't get him to leave if I were you, Faithful remarked rubbing his nose against her arm.
"Why?" she asked.
Because you are having a baby, he said.
"I'm what? I am not," she shouted breathlessly.
Yes, you are. I wouldn't want it very well known that Sir Alanna of Trebond the only female knight had a child out of wedlock with the crown prince. Would you? There is still trouble to come and if the child's parentage is known they would be killed, he said superiorly.
"No. Coram you can't get a healer," she called after him.
"Lass you're ill. You need one," he said stubbornly.
Tell him, Faithful urged.
"How do you think I'm going to do that?" she snapped at the cat.
By using your lips. You could give the truth? I know that might be a bit hard for you, but just tell him, he said amused.
"I'm not ill," she told him.
"If that isn't ill then what is?" he asked her.
"I'd actually go along with woman given birth if I were you," she told them doing slow breathing.
"What?" he shouted. "You stupid girl how in the name of Mithros did that happen?"
You'd think he'd already know all about how babies get into the world but I'll explain it if he wants? The cat remarked to her. She laughed.
"I would of thought you'd all ready know that," she remarked to him in between breaths. He glared.
"I know that. But you could of told me," he said slightly blushing.
"If I'd known," she tried to say sarcastically but was failing it came out more as gasps. "They're getting closer," she said with gritted teeth.
"I should go get a healer or something," he said looking around.
"You will not," she ordered him.
"Then what do we do?" he asked her.
Get Coram to deliver it, Faithful said
"No. Ahh. It hurts. Don't leave me Coram please don't," she pleaded tears slowing going down her cheeks. "I'm scared," she admitted to him. He came over to her and knelt down beside her and said while whipping her tears away, "It's alright I'm here. I won't leave you."
A few hours later…
The cry of a baby was heard. "It's a little girl," Coram said. He wrapped the baby in one of their blankets and handed her to Alanna.
"Hello little one," she said stroking the girl's face. The girl opened her blue eyes and then closed them again.
"Have you got a name yet?" Coram asked sitting down beside her. Faithful came up to Alanna to see the baby.
She's very pretty. She has blue eyes, dark hair, takes after her father. So come on, what are you going to call her? The cat said peering at the baby.
"I liked Sophia. What do you think?" she asked Coram.
"Sophia of?" he asked curiously.
"Trebond. And I'm going to say that we found her. What kind of life is she going to have as a noble where she'll be shuned because she was born out of wed-lock. You won't tell anyone will you? Just say we found her when we woke up one morning in our camp and she was there with a note saying to look after her as our own, and I said I'd look after her," she asked him looking up and pleading with her eyes.
"I won't tell but will you say what her name would be if you were married?" he asked.
"You'd be called Sophia of Conte wouldn't you?" she said to her while her hand gripped her finger.
Coram spluttered, " The Prince?"
"Yes. Do you still promise not to tell anyone?" she asked.
"I promised not to tell so I won't tell lass," he sternly told her.
"Thank you," she told him giving him a one armed hug.
"We can rest for another hour or so then we'll head to the village for the night. She's lovely lass, be proud," he told her.
I know it's different than my last. I have writers block on my other story and I wrote this one to get the idea out of my head.
If you like it please review as I want to see what people think (I'm nosey)
Thanks for all the reviews in my last fic. (I'm trying to get you to read the other story)
coldbook
I don't own any characters or places that appear in the TP books.
I know I must seem like a big A/J shipper but it changes depending on what ideas I have but at the moment it's A/J but that'll probably change.
"Lass! Hurry up!" Coram shouted to her through the door.
"I'll be there in a minute," she shouted back. "What the heck is wrong with my back," she asked her cat Faithful.
Maybe you should see a healer remarked her cat.
"Very funny. But I don't need to see a healer it isn't that bad," she said getting her stuff together for them to leave.
Well if it's that bad then use your gift he said cleaning his paws.
"I've tried that," she mumbled before saying clearer, "Come on let's go."
She picked up her bags and went out of the way house room down to the stables to meet Coram.
They had been gone three days from the palace on their way to The Great Southern Desert, to be warm. Alanna thought that Corus was to cold for her during winter that was one of the reasons why they were heading south.
They had been riding for a couple of hours when Coram noted that Alanna was being very quiet for her. He turned and looked at her and saw that she was sweating heavily and had a small look of pain on her face.
Coram stopped his horse and said with concern in his voice, "What's wrong?" It took her awhile to realise that Coram had stopped. She looked up at him and said "What?"
"What's wrong? Cause I know something is," he told her.
"It's my stomach and back. They are really sore," she said with effort.
"We'll stop fae a while.' K?" he asked. She nodded. He dismounted and took her reins and led them off the road. She tried to get of her horse and almost fell off her; Coram caught her just in time. Her thanks for that were to be sick all over the front of him. He put her down on the ground and she stooped over clutching her stomach. She had blood all over her.
Coram got out a map in one of their saddlebags and looked at it. "There's a village 'bout five miles form here. Can you make it there?" he asked her taking off his jacket. She shook her head. He led her off to sit against a tree. "I'll have to go myself then," he said.
I wouldn't get him to leave if I were you, Faithful remarked rubbing his nose against her arm.
"Why?" she asked.
Because you are having a baby, he said.
"I'm what? I am not," she shouted breathlessly.
Yes, you are. I wouldn't want it very well known that Sir Alanna of Trebond the only female knight had a child out of wedlock with the crown prince. Would you? There is still trouble to come and if the child's parentage is known they would be killed, he said superiorly.
"No. Coram you can't get a healer," she called after him.
"Lass you're ill. You need one," he said stubbornly.
Tell him, Faithful urged.
"How do you think I'm going to do that?" she snapped at the cat.
By using your lips. You could give the truth? I know that might be a bit hard for you, but just tell him, he said amused.
"I'm not ill," she told him.
"If that isn't ill then what is?" he asked her.
"I'd actually go along with woman given birth if I were you," she told them doing slow breathing.
"What?" he shouted. "You stupid girl how in the name of Mithros did that happen?"
You'd think he'd already know all about how babies get into the world but I'll explain it if he wants? The cat remarked to her. She laughed.
"I would of thought you'd all ready know that," she remarked to him in between breaths. He glared.
"I know that. But you could of told me," he said slightly blushing.
"If I'd known," she tried to say sarcastically but was failing it came out more as gasps. "They're getting closer," she said with gritted teeth.
"I should go get a healer or something," he said looking around.
"You will not," she ordered him.
"Then what do we do?" he asked her.
Get Coram to deliver it, Faithful said
"No. Ahh. It hurts. Don't leave me Coram please don't," she pleaded tears slowing going down her cheeks. "I'm scared," she admitted to him. He came over to her and knelt down beside her and said while whipping her tears away, "It's alright I'm here. I won't leave you."
A few hours later…
The cry of a baby was heard. "It's a little girl," Coram said. He wrapped the baby in one of their blankets and handed her to Alanna.
"Hello little one," she said stroking the girl's face. The girl opened her blue eyes and then closed them again.
"Have you got a name yet?" Coram asked sitting down beside her. Faithful came up to Alanna to see the baby.
She's very pretty. She has blue eyes, dark hair, takes after her father. So come on, what are you going to call her? The cat said peering at the baby.
"I liked Sophia. What do you think?" she asked Coram.
"Sophia of?" he asked curiously.
"Trebond. And I'm going to say that we found her. What kind of life is she going to have as a noble where she'll be shuned because she was born out of wed-lock. You won't tell anyone will you? Just say we found her when we woke up one morning in our camp and she was there with a note saying to look after her as our own, and I said I'd look after her," she asked him looking up and pleading with her eyes.
"I won't tell but will you say what her name would be if you were married?" he asked.
"You'd be called Sophia of Conte wouldn't you?" she said to her while her hand gripped her finger.
Coram spluttered, " The Prince?"
"Yes. Do you still promise not to tell anyone?" she asked.
"I promised not to tell so I won't tell lass," he sternly told her.
"Thank you," she told him giving him a one armed hug.
"We can rest for another hour or so then we'll head to the village for the night. She's lovely lass, be proud," he told her.
I know it's different than my last. I have writers block on my other story and I wrote this one to get the idea out of my head.
If you like it please review as I want to see what people think (I'm nosey)
Thanks for all the reviews in my last fic. (I'm trying to get you to read the other story)
coldbook