Unsent.

Open your eyes, a voice in Yuna's mind whispered, she smiled briefly and shook her head. She didn't want to open her eyes, she wanted to stay where she was – the ground was soft and warm under her. Comfortable like her bed, maybe it was her bed.

"There's somebody over!" A voice in the distance shouted and she heard footsteps running towards her, the soft ground began to tremble under their urgent footsteps. "Is that –"

"Leave her," the second voice was familiar and now the voice in Yuna's head was shouting for her to open her eyes. But she couldn't, it was like they were sewn shut.

"But sir this is the one who –"

"I am aware of that," the voice was closer know, a large hand was on her shoulder shaking her slightly. "Leave us." She heard the footsteps fade away, the voices protesting and obeying grudgingly. "Lady Yuna," the voice was male but it had a slight high pitch to it. The hand continued to shake her but she still couldn't open her eyes, she groaned slightly and tried to move away from the hand but she was paralysed. She felt herself being lifted and something warm and solid rested against the upper part of her right side. Slowly her eyes opened but she was instantly blinded by a bright white light.

"Just rest for now Lady Yuna," the voice commanded her gently. She recognised the male with its high pitch and fear gripped her body – but it couldn't be who she thought it was. He was dead. She was far too exhausted to make a sound though, the heat of wherever they were had drained her body of the little energy it had – like it had just evaporated. She gradually fell into a deep fitful sleep.

"My Lord, do you really insist on going through with this? Even after what she has done to you?"

"I do. And I will hear no more about this." There was a long pause and Yuna could hear the muffled sounds of muttering and the shuffling of feet. She let out an involuntary groan as she fought against the sleep that held her prisoner and tried to wake up. "Leave us." Footsteps faded away, but one pair approached her. Just by the way the person walked she knew who it was and fear shot into her stomach. The footsteps weren't slow but not fast either, they were purposeful and authorities. She heard the groan of springs as the mattress sank under the fresh weight.

"Where am I?" She croaked blinking slowly and waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. She turned her head to the right and saw his blue hair first, the fringe was spiked to the front and he two others on either side of his left curving down around his body. "What are you doing here?" There were so many questions in her head she needed answered but she didn't even know where to begin.

"We're in the Sanubia Desert – I'm here on Guado business…you, I have no idea why you are here. A group of Guados found you; I was with them at the time – luckily." Yuna flinched and looked up at the ceiling, she realised she was in a tent similar to the ones in Besaid but this one high walls and a high ceiling and it was richly furbished. She struggled to sit up but Seymour pushed her back down gently, his fingers brushing the side of her face tenderly. "You need to rest. How did you get here?"

"Sin," she whispered, "we were under the temple at…Macalania…" She watched his face at the mention of the temple but his remained expressionless. "My friends – where are they?" She jumped up too quick for Seymour, she felt dizzy and almost fainted but she had to find her friends. "My staff –"

"Lady Yuna please calm down," Seymour said gently towing her back to the bed and sitting her down in it. She noticed this was a makeshift camp bed; Seymour's own double bed lay a few feet away. Even though it was a camp bed it still looked rather elegant. "Your staff is here, your friends I don't know where they are. To be frank I don't care."

"But they're my guardians…I need them, how can I continue my pilgrimage?"

"You can think about that after the wedding." Yuna let out a startled gasp and met his eyes, "you agreed to marry me Lady Yuna – or have you changed your mind?"

"Maester Seymour you're…you're dead, you don't belong here…why are you here?" She asked timidly as one of his large hands encased her own dainty ones.

"What will happen without Sin? What happens to the dead then?"

"You weren't sent?" She gasped horrified, "but why? Your own people!"

"I chose not to be sent, not when I had a beautiful bride awaiting me here." Yuna couldn't understand why he wanted to marry her; she was the woman who had killed him after all. "Lady Yuna, have you changed your mind?"

"Of course not," she forced a smile and did the prayer gesture her heart pounding wildly in her stomach. "I would be honoured to marry you Maester Seymour." He smiled and leant closer, she pulled back startled but he simply kissed her cheek and smiled.

"Very well. We should begin the preparations."