Preface:

It was a nice spring morning with a clear sky, but it was still cold. In a little office, a small room in the middle of the hallway at King Henry the 8.´s University, hidden behind stacks of papers, maps and other stuff sat a woman in her late twenties. With very lazy hair that had a life of its own, a little bit of some last minute make-up (to show that they needed to take her seriously) and with a cold cup of coffee by her side, this was a day like any often. Normally she would be in a fine suit for women, usually blue, black or beige that would contribute her body. Her light brown hair would normally be up (or at least brushed) and her make-up done to perfection (she didn't need much), but this was not one of those days.

She had finished her Ph.D. that winter with top grades and with a bit of luck had she got a job at the University as a lecturer. Her speciality could have been the evolution of milk or why people were thinking very highly of themselves in the 17. Century, but no, her finished Ph.D. was something as bazaar as "sorceries during the third crusade." In this she had combined history with middle age archaeology, old English and Arabic with great success. Many of her colleagues had the highest respect for her, but like any another professor (with respect for themselves) had to admit that she was a little bit weird. On the outside she had the perfect life. She had a good job; she came from a fine family and an engagement ring on her finger. But as she would put it herself; she thought that her life was a bit boring now that that she Ph.D. project was over. She sighed and turned on the television, hopping that something interesting would come up when a knocking sounded came from the door.

"Yes?" The door opened and a man, also in his late twenties stepped into her office. He had a very groggy expression on his face but it was clear that she was used to it. "You look dead." She said in a 'you already know that' kind of tone and she went back to the day's paper.

"Hi E-J. I would say the same to you, but when you put on your war make-up you sometimes look like a zombie." He started and sat himself in a chair in front of her desk. "Hey, you only have mascara on today. That is a first. What is the occasion?" She gave him a look that could kill and he gave a grin that showed the most of his teeth. He had a little brace on the front of his four teeth that were supposed to stretch them out after a roller-coaster accident where he smashed his head into the front of the cart. "But really, how is life? I have not seen you for…like… three days ago." He had a drop of coffee that really wasn't coffee as she would put it. It was more milk with caffeine.

She shocked her head but added a little sarcastic smile when she was done. "I have been out and looking for a wedding dress." She said with a grin.

"Can't you just find something on eBay?" he asked sarcastic.

"I wish" she sighed and leaned back in her chair. "Roberts mother 'help me' and believe me… if I don't see blood at my wedding…" she would have ended the sentence by saying something that wasn't for the ears of children, but decided to keep her mouth closed. "Maybe you can draw me one? You are after all an artist."

"Well yes, but I'm not a designer…" He got that right. The last time he trying to draw an others vision it ended up in the teachers bin. "Sometimes I wonder why you want to marry Robert Gads." He sighed, leaned back and took another drop. He threw his arm over his head and relaxed. "He is kind a boring in my eyes. Is it because that he is catholic? No sex before marriage thing. I mean, you two have been together for many years now."

"Well," she started and rested her head in her palms. "Then it is a good thing that it wouldn't be you that have to look at him every day and the answer to the other question is no."

He gave her a sceptic eye and asked again. "It was just the first thing I could think of. You have never been very fond of sex… Hmmm…"

"Hmmm what?"

"Why are you marrying Robert?"

"He matches my sofa Kasper." She answered and the man began to laugh. He was about to say something when the television caught her attention.

"And the latest news: archaeologists have funded an underground temple under the mountains of Syria. Experts' think that the temple most is more than a thousand years old and most have been used for sorcery of sort. We will of course follow up on the latest news and…"

He turned off the television and gave her a little grin. "Now you know what to do this summer." She nodded in shock. She had to admit now that life had just talking a good turn. The man stepped on the chair and threw his arms out like he was greeting a group of people. "Now ladies and gentleman I give you the one and only; Elizabeth Julia Hamilton!"

To be continued

Hi everyone. TheYukiii here. This is the beginning of my newest FF. To those of you who also read ' The lovers secret' don't worry, that chapter will soon be up :) I hope that you will the preface and I will update as often as I can.