A/N: My first(really planned, not one-shot)story! This story is also available on Wattpad, which is probably where'll I'll do my updating first, it's three chapters ahead on there as well so if you want, go check it out!

For a heads up, the italics are used to emphasize words as well as showing what a character is thinking. It might be a little confusing to see that sometimes a character's thoughts are being used in the narrator's words, so it'll look like the narrator has opinions when really it's showcasing a bit of a character's personal thoughts or opinions.

Each chapter was inspired by a song from The xx, so for a cooler reading experience I suggest you listen to the song Intro by this awesome group for this chapter! Their music helped me with the plot!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from ROTG or the GOC series

One - Amaranth

We that with like hearts love, we lovers twain,
New wedded in the village by thy fane,
Lady of all chaste love, to thee it is
We bring these amaranths, these white lilies,
A sign, and sacrifice; may Love, we pray,
Like amaranthine flowers, feel no decay;
Like these cool lilies may our loves remain,
Perfect and pure, and know not any stain;
And be our hearts, from this thy holy hour,
Bound each to each, like flower to wedded flower.
- Joachim du Bellay, A Vow to Heavenly Venus

She wrapped the red and green blanket the elves had given her around herself hoping to shoo away the unwanted attention from the young prying eyes in the room. Suddenly she felt very self-conscious, she was usually comfortable and care free doing what she does best, spreading love. Her demeanor had changed simply because she did not want any of the young spirits in the room to get the wrong impression or idea. She was more accustomed to the world barely being able to see her, now there were eyes that could actually see her, ones that stayed onto her for more than she was comfortable with. Although this did not change the fact that she was in love with everyone. Contradicting her usual behavior, she was hiding her body that was more often skin than cloth, but for this particular occasion she wore a dark purple blazer with a simple pink floral top underneath, a plum colored cigarette pant with a golden baroque print and fuchsia flats. For now she had her legs crossed and kept her back straight, a professional and modest sight.

Her eyes told everyone how she was feeling at the moment, bored and uncaring of the talk happening around her, though that doesn't mean that she didn't have respect for the work of her peers, other thoughts were on her mind. North gave his speech on why he has called upon a variety of spirits to travel to his workshop, even though everyone knew what this meeting was about and because it happened every half a century. To her close west was the Easter Bunny, Aster and to her near east was the leprechaun Clover McGold. She had not ignored however, that the spirit of hate was included in this particular meeting, and he was sitting across from her looking as though he wants to end his life at the very moment, with his hands on his head resting on the table.

Whether he disliked listening to people or sitting in front of his practically counter-spirit, most likely both, she couldn't agree more with his body language on the meeting or blame him for loathing her. It would be a natural impulse for him to feel that way toward her, as he does for everyone and everything else, especially when there was someone who did the exact opposite of what his purpose was created for. She could relate to the natural urge part of it, only her role was reversed. None of them would argue on the job if they undid what the other created, they accepted that there should be a balance of hate and love, and that it is what it is, and she admired him for trying to look like he was okay with things, when in fact he wasn't. Occasionally, when they did make eye contact or bump into each other, she'd blow a kiss to tease him. Contrary to hers, his greeting was the usual flip of the bird, which she would welcome with a laugh and wink, receiving the rolling of the eyes before flying off. For her, she loved that there was someone out there who could have a contrasting job to hers. His hatred made her couples breakup when her love just wouldn't cut it, when they just weren't made for each other.

She was staring into nothingness on the table in front of her, unaware that North had asked her a question, hands folded on her lap, thinking about all the opportunities many adults and teens were missing on love. Worrying about her absence taking precious time to attend a meeting that she could care less about, unless it involved her help of course. She would love to help.

Her mind finally focused onto her surroundings as a furry blue paw waved in front of her face. Blinking twice, she looked around to find everyone gazing at her with expectant eyes.

"Sorry, what was the question again?" she asked head turning towards North, to her far right at end of the table who she knew was the last person to talk with his unmistakable loud Russian accented voice.

"Who are you willing to work with in order to improve your tasks as the spirit of love?" He repeated gently this time, bright blue like the sky, eyes of wonder, with a small welcoming smile that made her heart warm like an oven baking cookies. The dark brown winged spirit rested her index and thumb underneath her chin to imply that she was thinking, looking up at the ceiling, head tilted in thought, leaning back.

She inhaled.

It had never crossed her mind, did she need to improve on specific tasks in order to help her to succeed with her ultimate goal, bringing love to children and adults alike? A run in with a young adolescent earlier that same day reminded her that sometimes love slips easily if one refrains from controlling their true desires and intentions.

He felt a flutter inside his chest as he looked at a pretty girl passing by and decided to give her a compliment, which followed to asking her out. They didn't know each other but when he told her how nice her sandy hair complimented her emerald eyes, she accepted it with a thanks. Though when he proceeded with a forward question to ask her out on a date, with an overconfident face, she rejected him with a scoff, twist of her face and a turn of her head, walking away in a huff. Leaving the boy there with a small pain in his heart and confusion that a girl had somehow took his compliment, but couldn't accept his offer that showed he was interested in pursuing something more than a friendship. It was incidents like these that Amarantha V. Melainis had problems with because she couldn't control their emotions of being too confident and brave which wasn't a bad thing, but when it came to cases involving delicate yet strong emotions such as love, it was.

So what did Ama decide to focus her attention on? The emotion that could counter the traits of self-confidence and bravery. Yes, it seemed that she had no choice but to choose a spirit that seemed unlikely in the minds of the majority group. It may have been downright irrational in the eyes of others, but it was reasonable and completely logical for the rational and open mind of Ama.

She exhaled.

There was no evidence to disprove the undeniable fact that the one person she would need most to accomplish her number one priority goal in her immortal life was-