"I hate that," I murmur, working to press myself closer to him, even though that's not really possible. "I hate the idea of you scared, and alone, and talking to girls when I was just like...half a city away." "But you were engaged," he says, his voice strange - I think a little amused? I don't know. I can't quite parse it.

"You knew about that?" I ask, looking up at him wide-eyed.

"How could I not?" he asks, grinning at me. "You were all over the media - and it's all anyone would talk about, especially as it got close."

"Well," I say, smiling myself a little too and reaching up to stroke my fingers through his hair. "What did you think about it?"

be disappointed in me, Ari," he murmurs, lowering his face and taking a sniff of my hair. "I didn't really think about it. It was all very far from what I had been instructed to think was important, what I could understand - a royal wedding..." he shakes his

come on," I say, shoving his shoulder a little, my smile deepening.

before he breaks, looking away from me like he can't hold my eyes while he admits it. "Fine," he says, heaving a little sigh. "I thought

me, a faint blush on his

head to smile at me. "Because you were a boy, Ariel - and you

bride-y gauze." "Yes, all that bride stuff really was crap," I say with a sigh, staring up at him, starry-eyed and swept away by how wonderful he is - at once handsome, and powerful,

straighter and resolving to be good. "How'd you spend your time off? Did you

spinning out the story of his life. I'd listen for days, if time and circumstance would let me, even though I know they

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