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sugangel7.livejournal.comFandom Category: Song of the Lioness
Pairing: Alanna the Lioness/Jonathan of Conte
Fic Title: Bittersweet: An Interlude
Author: Caitydid
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1238089/1/Bittersweet_An_Interlude
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13
Genre: Romance, UST
WIP?: No; One-Shot
Special Rec: 4/21
Why This Must Be Read: If you ever read the Song of the Lioness books in your youth as I did, you might’ve wondered how it was that Alanna didn’t end up with Jon, the dreamy prince and (eventually) king! Ultimately, I believe Alanna was right in choosing George, but I still appreciate the attraction of Alanna/Jon. This fic illustrates beautifully the deep and abiding love that exists between the King and his Champion, but how -- despite all their potential -- they were never meant to be more than the best of friends.
Absently, he took her hand in both of his, turning from the railing to face her. He held her hand, so different from Thayet's smooth, white palms, and yet beautiful in its own right. Alanna's hands had known the bite of frost, the weight of steel, and the splinter of wood. Despite the scarred ridges, the stubby, torn nails, and the calloused fingertips, he thought them the most beautiful hands he'd ever seen.
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Pairing: Alanna the Lioness/Jonathan of Conte
Fic Title: Bittersweet: An Interlude
Author: Caitydid
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1238089/1/Bittersweet_An_Interlude
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13
Genre: Romance, UST
WIP?: No; One-Shot
Special Rec: 4/21
Why This Must Be Read: If you ever read the Song of the Lioness books in your youth as I did, you might’ve wondered how it was that Alanna didn’t end up with Jon, the dreamy prince and (eventually) king! Ultimately, I believe Alanna was right in choosing George, but I still appreciate the attraction of Alanna/Jon. This fic illustrates beautifully the deep and abiding love that exists between the King and his Champion, but how -- despite all their potential -- they were never meant to be more than the best of friends.
Absently, he took her hand in both of his, turning from the railing to face her. He held her hand, so different from Thayet's smooth, white palms, and yet beautiful in its own right. Alanna's hands had known the bite of frost, the weight of steel, and the splinter of wood. Despite the scarred ridges, the stubby, torn nails, and the calloused fingertips, he thought them the most beautiful hands he'd ever seen.
( One more under the cut )
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