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'You have been so secretive the whole week and now you-' A young girl couldn't finish the sentence for she was pulled along, gently though to the direction of Grand Hall.

It was rare out of shere curiousity that anyone at such a particular late time, could sneak upon two youths, but lucky they were, - the castle was fast asleep.

Two figures entered the Hall, and as the young man loosened his grasp on girl's small hand, they slowly approached the centre of the room, followed by a gleam of few candles on.

'If we are to be caught then we must start doing, what was on your mind all this week, immediately.' A fair maid said, amusingly, looking at her companion.

'I..I... you are perfectly right, um.. certainly,' a taller boy paused and his ginger eyelashes fluttered twice before he started speaking again. ' You should put your hand on my shoulder, - yes that's right - and your other hand is already in mine, so.. I..um should..'

Few moments of hesitation and the pair started flowing; they were dancing so smoothly, so that the amount of affection each of them were bearing towards another, was seen instantly.

'Who teached you how to dance, Alfred?'

The only melody they had, was a sound of bird's song outside and, of course two hearts of their own pounding loudly in their chests.

'No one. Well to be honest with you, it was a very interesting fellow, whom you might know very well, - a dark hair, strong composture, think of himself as he is being an Earl-' Alfred made a sour grimace as if immitating the buttler usual look.

Daisy tried to suppress a laugh, but ended up with her right cheek on boy's chest.

'What?! Aren't I right?'

Both of them were shaking now, one because of the absurd of a situation where two men who clearly do not speak to each other, were dancing together and the other of the good parody.

'He's not that stubborn.'

'Oh, do you think so? I found him somewhat irritating in the mornings, at least when there is no J-'

'Alfred.'

They were no longer dancing, but standing still. Neither of them remembered of how they already were embracing each other, ever so tightly.

'Are you leaving tomorrow?'

'Yes.'

A simple answer, which came with a tender touch of lips to a girl's silky hair.

'Will I ever see you again?'

Tears formed in her eyes and boy's livery became wet.

'Do you want to?'

Two deep breaths were made before Daisy stepped back and left his side, but something tight in her throat didn't let her say what needed to be said. Although, she paused not looking at him. 'He didn't know of her feelings. Of course he did not. How could he? But...'

She didn't hear as Alfred came close to her for she was lost in the train of her thoughts; he leaned down and kissed her cheek, - and only two words escaped from his mouth.

'I know.'