The Choices We Make (Snow White With Red Hair Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Oh fairy
with hair of moon light
At even a glance
You bring delight

Oh fair made
With a bight
If I shall see you
Promise not to fight

Oh beauty
With the skill of a soldier
You've barged right into
my heart, of that you are the holder

Oh love
With wit of a scholar
If I told I love
Would you not holler

Oh moon
Will she come
Just due east
Where the end begun

This guy's was as good with poms as he was with flower meanings. He did not have the talent to woe women. But at least he gave me a time to return all the junk he left at my door. And if my suspicion about who it was, I knew where. After practically hours of the younger teasing me about my secret admirer, they left, leaving me time to prepair. I just stuck with my usual clothes, but threw a black cloak on the hide into the shadows, and we'll as threw the gifts into a tray leather bag. I doubt I could easily bring the flowers, so I was keeping them.

The moon was high in the sky when I finally decided to head out. I was used to moving through the forest silently, as to not bring any attention to myself. I approached the clearing I had once flead to. There stood a tall figure, stiff out of practice, raising up at what of the sky could be seen. At his feet was a blanket with a spread of food, all softly lit by candles half way burnt. I threw the bag onto the ground, causing a loud thud.

The blond slowly turned to face me. "I thought you wouldn't come," he commented. I couldn't clearly see his smirk in the light, but I knew it was there.

"Just leave me alone," I pleaded and turned around.

I was about to rush away when his hand came and clasped around my wrist. "Stay," he said in the camanding tone, which I had once scoffed at, but now feared.

I turned around to glare at him with what confidence I had. I tore my hand out of his stop to be at my side. "Do you think the woods is as far as I'd go?" I hissed at him, "Will go to the ends of the world just to get away from you."

He glared at me, just as I was him. "And I would go to the ends of the world just to find you," he confessed. His look was so intense, and his tone so serious.

"Why?" I couldn't help but sputter out, "If it's my hair you want, I can cut it for you?" I pulled out my safety knife, showing him I was prepaired to.

He pushed my hand down and took a step closer. "I will not forgive you if you do cut your hair. I was right, because it looks better longer. You'd have to grown it out since we meet for it to be this length," Izana commented in his own conniving way. As he spoke he ran his hand through my hair, bringing a lock up to his lips. I flicked my head, as to rip the lock away from his hand.

His demeter just melted. "Why can't you accept that I love you, thief?" I could help but scoff. First of, love me. A prince couldn't feel love, or at least the usual kind. Second, he referred to me what he called me those weeks we first met.

I put my knife away and turned to walk away. He wasn't worth my attention." I miss your condisending comments. While annoying, they point out what errors I make," he called out after me, "I never needed to orry about you getting hurt or killed, I now you can handle yourself." I was curious, and stopped to listen. "With what you know, you'd put any scholar to shame. You've loved things most people wouldn't dream of doing. You may be tough, but you got your soft spots, like the well being of all, even if it's not your problem. You're honestly a bit too selfless, going too far at some times. Do I need to continue? " His smirk was clear as day. Sadly as I spoke I slowly turned around to face him.

" It wouldn't hurt, "I mumbled, while crossing my arms.

He smiled and reach an arm out to me." I will, once we sit down," he sighed. I rolled my eyes and reached out to him, letting him help me out of the brush and into the clearing.

I sat down on the dge of the quilt, just barely on, whole the crown ounce sat of the other side, giving me my own room. " I don't care what you look like," he started bluntly, "While I do enjoy it, I wouldn't care what color your hair was, brunette, blond, it dosnet matter, as long as your that out spoken weirdo who stole my sword right from my belt."

It didn't feel right getting all these compliments. I was just some weird girl with a love of flowers and swords. There could really be only one thing to prompt this all. "If it's about that night," I sighed, "Nothing came of it."

Izana grabbed my cheek and forced m to look at him. His brows wrre furrowed and his glare was sharp. "I don't care about that night," he practically yelled, "Just let me love you, dammit. You're probably the only one worth to be by my side."

I was a bit shocked by his sudden change in mood. I couldn't help but laugh. He was acting more like the man I developed a crush on, than the chuvanistic prince he had been acting like. " What so funny? "he asked his anger still simmering down.

"Oh, nothing," I scoffed. This threw me back to those weeks. Before he was a prince to me, but some guy with the same goal. "aIs that all you want?" I questioned, "Me by your side?"

He let out a groan. "No, I want you to be my wife, but we can start there." Blunt as he once was.

"Can we try friends first?" I practically pleaded. With him he could have us married the next day, but I obviously did not want that.

He smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."It seemed more like he was settling, but I was greatful he had yet to rush me.