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Filling in The Gaps

THIS WILL BE A FILLER, DON'T EXPECT MUCH FROM IT UNTIL THE END

I walked down the empty grand hall at the castles entrance to make it to the West-wall gardens. The reason for my visitation was the date. Today was my grandfathers date of death, which also happened to fall on his date of birth. I had with me a cloaked figure, dramatically shorter than my height with curling hair flowing from beneath their hood. In my right hand was Cyriena's pale wrist, and in my left were a bouquet of Cadenza Roses. 

It was three days after our first encounter and I wanted to move her to someplace where I knew not even the servants dared to go. It was a little risky going to the cemetery on the day of the most beloved kings death and birth, but I was also the safest time. 

"Where are you taking me?" Cyriena asked me once again as I took the servants corridors through the side of the castle. She was still pale, but I think that was more of her regular complexion than due to being weak from exhaustion or sickness. She was recovering nicely and her yellow-cat eyes were shining with adventure. 

I gave her wrist a reassuring squeeze and continued to lead her until we reached a little trap door that would lead out behind a corner of the garden. Cobwebs ran all the way from one end of the palace to the other, and no matter how well kept the entrance way looked, I knew that anyone could just a suddenly walk into a sticky silk string as surly as they were to say their own name. 

"I'm taking you to my Grandpapa's grave. You wont be bothered there and it's safer than in the tower, besides, I could tell that you'd been cramped in that room. It must feel good to stretch your legs. This garden is for the royal dead anyway, so you should be safe roaming the grounds here too." And I think  want you to meet someone... But that could wait until we got down there. 

"Wait." She stopped e from opening my door. Her eyes held a question in them. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you, and I think you know what it is." She looked me straight in the eyes and I could feel perspiration forming on my brow. I knew that this was coming, I was just hoping that it would be delayed.

**FLASHBACK!!***

It's been a morning and a night since Cyriena had flown in through my balcony. Her head was still damaged and she spent most of her time sleeping, but that didn't bother me. I had, at the time, bigger things to be dealing with, even though Cyriena was on the top 3 list of messes needed to be sorted out.

Right now I needed to go see Quynn, and really sort thing's out between us. I just couldn't accept the fact that he didn't want to be with me, after all of the trouble we went through to not get caught by my father, to sort out our feelings and what they really meant... he told me he loved me, and I him. Did that not mean anything to him but mere words spoken by a spoiled, stupid prince?

I shook my head at myself. When I exited the tower for the second time today after bringing the young witch food and water I had the extraordinary pleasure of running into the person whom I wanted most to see... Princess Zaphira.

"Why Prince! What would you be doing all the way down here on this side of the palace?" She gave a frown and looked behind me at the door leading to the entrance to the tower.

"I could ask the same of you Zaphira. Now how about we head to the drawing room. I could show you my collection of arts-"

"I do not quite know." She put a finger to her lips and a hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side and looking up and behind me to the door as if thinking about wanting to go in. "I would much like to see what it is that you are so keen to hide up there."