Endolynn POV

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It was later in the day, and warmer, when I woke up. I lifted my head up, and found that I was still with Gerald. I smiled, and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. I was taking this time to just blatantly admire him. He had very soft skin, on his face and hands at least, and if you looked close enough you could see the lightest dusting of freckles. His eyes, when open, were a pinkish red color, which always fascinated me. They would have been scary if he were mean, but he was so warm and I only ever saw kindness in them. His hair was white, like an old man's, but soft like a young man's. I started to play with that hair, and his eyes opened.

"Good morning, Endolynn," he smiled, "I trust you slept well?"

I smiled back, "of course I did. I was with you."

He pulled me into a kiss, and I happily obliged. "What time is it, do you think?"

I shrugged, "Sometime around noon, most likely. Should we get up?"

"Most likely." We stood up, I fixed my hair, and walked out of the library. Ryia was waiting there for us, but she was alone.

"Where's Tannin?" I asked, looking around to see if he had just walked off a bit.

"He has returned to Lady Marta my Princess." Her tone was too monotone to be what she really wanted to say.

I nodded, "What time is it?"

"Just barely noon Princess."

"Thank you," I nodded again.

Gerald was slightly less calm, "We were supposed to leave in the morning!" He groaned, "Where are my parents, do you know, Ryia?"

"Not positively Prince, but I do believe that they would be in the Gardens taking lunch." She answered.

"Then we should go find them," he said. "Will you come with me?" He asked.

"Of course," I looked at Ryia, "unless there's something else I need to do?"

"You have nothing on your schedule Princess, today is a day of leisure."

"Well, then," he held his hand out to me, and I took it, "Let's go."

I had to lead him to the gardens anyway, because he had forgotten the way. Once there, we spotted his parents eating at a stone table. My mother was there, too. We greeted them, and I sat beside my mother while Gerald sat beside his father. His father said, "You were late."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I was-" Gerald started to explain, but got cut off.

"Late." His father repeated again, pretending to be angry, "Why, because of your lateness, I had to go and reschedule leaving for...two weeks from now." He grinned slightly, "I mean, we may as well just schedule the wedding for next week."

I stayed silent, but didn't try not to let my excitement show. Gerald smiled, too, "Next week?"

"Yes," my mother nodded, "we only need time to prepare, and then you will be married." She put her hand on my shoulder, "On another note, where were you, Endolynn? You weren't at breakfast."

"Oh, I slept in," it wasn't really a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth. "I had a nightmare, so I woke up very early, but I fell back asleep. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, but it happens that the prince here wasn't even in his bedchambers when he was sent for in the morning." She raised an eyebrow, "That seems a rather canny coincidence."

I felt a blush creeping its way onto my face, "Oh, well, that certainly is...coincidental."

Gerald was busy focused on an ant on the table. His mother tapped his arm, "Gerald, where were you this morning?"

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