He watched her go, knowing that there was no way to get her back, that he couldn't have her. She was lost to him forever. And it was all because of the events that he couldn't have possibly stopped. He watched the way her hair flew behind her, the blond strands catching in the wind and whipping around her face; he watched as she grew ever closer to the iron of the tracks that ran along side the east part of the town. She grew weaker the closer she got, the poison of the metal making her body break down slowly, but she stopped before it could cause her to collapse and for that he was thankful. He knew that he had done that to her, made her the depressed, sadden person she now was. Yet, he hadn't done it by choice, if he had know that she wasn't the one, he would never have made her go through such agony, such pain. But what was done was done and there was nothing in the world that he or she could do. She was a part of the fey now; she couldn't go back.

Then it happened all too quickly. She had been wiping tears from her eyes, blocking-out the small hole that stood in her path. She stepped forward, her leg folded under her as her ankle twisted, sending her closer to the iron tracks. She screamed as she fell wildly clawing the air. The fey that had been walking, ignoring her as usual, now turned and stared. She hit the ground and immediately went limp. He reacted instinctively, running towards her; the fey watched amazed. He screamed her name, but didn't get a reaction. He forced himself to go faster and after what seemed forever but was really only a few seconds, he began to drag her away. He pulled her as far away as he could get from the iron.

His touch would probably bruise her, but it wouldn't kill her like the iron would if he had left her. He ran a gentle finger down her face, uncaring of the on-lookers. "Donia. Donia, please," he whispered. She let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes to look at him. She stared surprised into his fear-filled eyes.

"Keenan?" She bit her lip, trying to force back the emotion now surging through her. Why was he holding her so closely? Why was she on the ground? What had happened?

He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God." He reached out to push a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"What happened?" She wanted to kiss him, wanted him to pull her closer. It had been so long ago that he had.

"You tripped and fell closer to the iron. It knocked you out." He didn't add that he had ran to her, didn't stress how much fear had been pumped through his body at that moment.

"You… You saved me. Why?" She held her breath, waiting for the answer to the question that she had always been wanting to ask.

He was silent for a moment, trying to figure out if he dared risk her anger or not. Then, staring directly into her snowy eyes, he said, "Because I love you, always have." He dared not breathe after that announcement.

She let her breath out now and reached up to touch his face, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to believe that." He bent to kiss her and as cold combined with hot, the fey, knowing that their king was happy as he had ever been, cheered and clapped.