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Tamina lay tucked into her bed, silk blankets that were woven of the finest material and with most agile hands in the land, caressing her body and keeping her cool from the harsh sun, setting now in a flurry of orange and pink clashing together, fighting to dominate the sky. It was positively beautiful. However, princess Tamina was not admiring the beautiful scenery that her country bestowed upon her, but looking up at the ceiling, pondering everything that had happened.
Her beloved country had been seized by rough, ungraceful Persians in an attempt to stop something that had not happened, and never would. And once the harsh barbarians had realized what they'd done, they proposed a marriage, in an effort to bind their two countries with something more than a ribbon, friendship, but with a leather rope, marriage. And to none other than Dastan, who presented to her as a gift something that was already hers, something with extraordinary power, something that bayed the wrath of the gods. And he gave it to her as if he knew, as if he knew of the power that it possessed. He'd smiled that boyish grin of his and presented it to the princess, provoking questions which he'd only answered in riddles.
What was Tamina to do? She felt something for him. An attraction. A curiosity. She felt as if she knew him, as if something had happened between them. He was alluring. He was kind, He was gentle. He was...everything she needed. But how had she known all that from just a day with him? Had the dagger played a part in this infuriatingly confusing situation? Dastan had seemed strangely knowing during their conversation earlier that day, as if he found something ironic in their discussion. But was she trying to look too closely at something that wasn't there? Perhaps but perhaps not. All she knew now was that Dastan provoked feelings that felt oddly familiar.
As her mind dulled and her body relaxed, her eyes fluttered closed and she let weariness wrap itself around her, before sleep finally came. Her last waking thought was one of Dastan.
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Dastan sat in his chambers, across from those of princess Tamina's. He thought of the days' events and what was to come. Would princess Tamina accept his proposal? Would his love for her job her memory and force her to remember what had happened? It was truly infuriating that she remembered none of it. She remembered nothing of the kiss they shared. She remembered nothing of her sacrifice for the world. She remembered nothing of him. He wished sincerely that she could remember something. Anything. But, such was not the case and she was most likely sleeping in her chambers, with nothing but the proposition to consider.
Perhaps if he told her of their adventures. Would she believe him? Would she feel the same for him? Would she love him once again as he was sure she did when she gave up her life? Would she push him away? And if he were to tell her, how would he do it? When would he do it? So many questions spurred in his mind, all of which were left unanswered.
Finally, after much consideration he decided on a plan. And hoping it would work, he shut his eyes and left unconsciousness crash over him like a wave, dreaming only of Tamina.