Chapter One

Hitomi Kanzaki smiled as she brushed the hair out of her eyes. The sun sparkled down on her and the young man standing next to her. Perched like a wingless dove, she sat on the roof of their school. The concrete's warmth radiated up through her spine, resulting in hilly bumps on the cool skin of her arms. The man crossed ahead of her, casting a shadow over her body. Hitomi looked up into the face of her favorite male friend and decided he looked like an angel, what with the way the wind gently tossed his straight brown hair, and the way the sunlight illuminated the edges with an ethereal, fuzzy glow.

"You are blocking my sun, Amano." Hitomi teased, sending him a glowing grin. She slowly stretched her hands down to her toes, exulting in the tense feeling that now left her calves. Amano laughed easily then procured from his uniform pocket a packet of chocolate candies.

"They're melting, Kanzaki." Amano stated, waving the packet under her nose. Hitomi scowled at it.

"Are you trying to make me fat?"

"No." Amano shuffled his feet and shifted to let the sun spill its golden rays onto his best friends face. "Yukari didn't want them. I thought you would."

Hitomi suddenly grimaced, feeling the ice plunge into her gut at the mention of her other best friend's name. Why hadn't Amano invited her, his girlfriend, to have lunch with them on the roof? Not wanting Amano to notice her uncomfortable expression, Hitomi quickly popped one of the chocolates into her mouth. Too late, Amano noticed and changed the subject.

"Hitomi," he began as he collapsed with a certain grace Hitomi used to associate with someone she used to know. "Did you have another dream? Does the story go on? Is Chid really Allen Schezars son?" Amano blinded at her innocently, never guessing that Hitomi actually knew and Allen Schezar. Or used to at least. That was before Van Slazar de Fanel, the love of her fifteen year life, sent her home, back to earth.

Hitomi was distraught. She never wanted to forget Van; she loved him more than anything she had ever known. So, to help it seem more real, she told her experiences to her two best friends from the Mystic Moon (that's what Van and his companions called earth), pretending her adventures were all dreams she had every single night. Truthfully, she did dream about Gaea, the world Van the King of Fanelia, lived in. In her dreams, she was with him.

Hitomi smiled mischievously to set Amano off of her gloomy thoughts. It hurt to think of Van.

"Yes, prince Chid is Allen's son. He's quite the promiscuous womanizer. He even kissed me last night. Van saw it."

Amano chuckled in a deep laughter. "Yet you say I remind you of Allen? Thanks a lot, Hitomi!"

Strangely, it hurt to think of Allen as well. He was, after all, tied to her beloved Gaea. She missed him terribly, and the giggly, slightly selfish Millerna. Hitomi even missed rude, spoiled, rotten kitten Merle. She choked back sudden tears.

"Helloooo! What are you two doing?" Came a familiar voice from behind the pair. Amano turned, but Hitomi already knew who would be there and regretted it.

"Yukari!" Amano smiled at her. Hitomi wondered if he really was happy to see her. Allen was again brought to her mind as Amano leapt up to kiss ad almost surprised Yukari. He held it much too long for a boy who might be falling out of love. Hitomi put aside her negative thoughts, remembering the events they had caused in Gaea. Amano and Yukari were made for each other. "You are looking lovely My Dear." He said softly, running a large hand over Yukari's head and down her back.

Hitomi snorted and a vision of Allen swam in her mind. "Be careful Yukari." She said snidely. "You may end up with a tiny brown haired Chid."

Yukari blushed and faced Hitomi shamefully. "No." She said in her defense, sounding about as courageous as the cowardly lion. She really was too sweet. "So Chid really is Allen's son?"

With a roll of the eyes, Hitomi answered her. "Of course. Who else could produce such a white skinned, blonde haired, blue eyed angel?"

Amano took Yukari's school bag from her. "So, what did you dream? We're dying to know the end."

Yukari was looking at Amano with certain adoration. He was returning it. Hitomi sighed happily, content.

"Fine." She gave in. "As always, it started with Van…"


Van Slazar de Fanel opened his eyes with a growl. He wasn't getting any sleep, none at all. Rebuilding Fanelia was killing him. Everyone was helping out, but it still wasn't enough. He couldn't get sufficient funds to rebuild his markets, and his people were sleeping in tents, as was he. Most of the palace was still intact, but a King should never live in comfort while his people suffered. Not one Fanelian had proper housing. He was stressed out.

Van found an excuse to smile as he felt the cold, pink stone against his hot and sweat chest. He gently took it in his hands, allowing it to remain cradled against his heavily muscled and tan chest. The stone seemed to have a pulse that rhymed with his own. A very special girl had given it to him.

Glad he was alone in the tent but for the snoring, pink-haired cat girl on the floor, Van tenderly kissed the pink stone, acknowledging sadly that kissing it would not bring her back to him.

He ran a hand through his wild, untamed black mane atop his head, mentally killing himself. Why had he let her go? Why?

Van grasped the stone in his fist determinedly. "Show me Hitomi Kanzaki." The whispered words died on the fabric of the walls. Nothing happened. Van laughed scornfully. Of course nothing happened. He had tried once already.

Never being one to dwell on dreams, the King of Fanelia forced himself up out of bed, tightening the drawstring on his pants. He might as well do something productive. He tiptoed to the entrance of the tent, stepping over Merle as gracefully as he could. His heart shriveled again as he saw the bow Hitomi used to wear with her funny clothing wrapped around his darling Merle's neck.

"Lord Van, I'm angry with you! Bring Hitomi back!" The kitten's words echoed in his head, stabbing into his vulnerable brain, becoming a throbbing headache. It was written in everyone's actions, especially Schezars eyes. Van shouldn't have let her go. Too late to go back now.

The cool air hit Van, forgiving his insomnia as he left the tent. There was no time to think of Hitomi. He crossed the small clearing to a recently dug well, and pulled up a bucket of water, mentally running over his to do list for the day as he splashed his flushed face. The cool water caused him to gasp and shiver.

"Van, is that you?"

Van jumped inside, but managed to make his outward appearance cool and uncaring. He hadn't seen anyone else out here in the dark of the morning.

"So, you can't sleep either?" Van shrugged as Allen Schezar came into view and sat on the side of the well. His long, blonde hair was tied back and he still wore his sword, despite Van's pleading to trust in peace. How could he blame Allen though, when there was a rumor about his long lost and suddenly found sister? No one trusted her, and for good reason.

"Thank-you… again, Allen." Van said gruffly. "I don't know what it would be like without the help of Asturia." It was slightly awkward, speaking to Allen with such a friendly tone. Just weeks ago they were set on killing each other.

"You've thanked me enough, your majesty. But it was Princess Millerna's idea in the first place." An awkward silence pursued Allen's words.

Vans let the bucket down slowly into the well, willing it not to splash and wake his people. Allen, Knight of Caeli, and Millerna, Princess of Asturia, were in Fanelia along with many of their people to help rebuild Van's home. The King of Asturia wanted to "extend the hand of friendship" so Asturia and Fanelia could live and work in peace. What he really meant was, "Lord Van, I hope you will take my daughter as your much needed queen, so I can be rid of her productively, while having a new alliance with you. Look, she even came to help you. How sweet." Even though Allen had pointed this out to him, Van felt gratitude from the bottom of his heart. He needed every ounce of help he could get.

"Even if it was Princess Millerna's idea, you came with her Sir Allen, so I thank you. "Van said, slightly annoyed that Allen was putting off his thanks.

Allen kindly inclined his head. "You are welcome, My Lord."

Van gave a polite smile and stretched out his arms, feeling the tendons pull and the muscles flex. His bone popped and he breathed out in humor. "I'm so sore, Allen. All of that lifting at Gorgon's mill yesterday hurt."

Allen laughed genially. "Yes, Van. I am sore as well."

Suddenly, the past didn't seem so important, and the two men fell into soft laughter. After all, friends should act like friends.

Allen clutched his sword hilt as he stood. "Well, I guess I'll go and wake the crew. The earlier we get working, the faster it will go."

Van gazed away distantly. "No. Let them sleep a little while longer. It's alright."

Allen looked at the King. "Fine. Try to sleep too, Lord Van."

Van nodded, internally laughing at the yawn that sprawled across his face. He was exhausted, but Hitomi wouldn't let him sleep. Like a conjured demon to suck out his soul, the voice of a woman was heard very close by. Van thought for a moment that it was Hitomi, anyone would have. But as both he and Allen looked in the direction it came from, he was let down. It was only Sherza, Allen's extremely annoying love interest of the moment.

Sherza approached slowly, hands coyly placed behind her small back. She smiled at Allen, her mouth curving into what appeared to be a "sexy" display of her love for the Knight of Caeli. Van held back his rude laughter.

Her hair was a plain brown, hanging long and straight down her back. Her eyes were the same dull brown, exactly matching the shade of her hair. When she looked at you, it was like you were looking into the eyes of a doll, brainless and wooden. Her only redeeming quality would have to be her body. Those hips and bust were enough to drive a man crazy. And Allen and Sherza were good for each other. They both had reputations of being around. Van didn't like to gossip or make assumptions about people, but for some reason it made him feel better about letting Hitomi go when he saw Allen with a has-been prostitute.

But obviously she wasn't getting what she wanted out of the relationship, Van guessed, since she had to try so hard all the time to get the handsome Knight's attention.

"Alllllllllennnnn." The whiny girl whistled through her grate of a voice. "You left me. It was cold in the tent after you left." She said with wide, innocent eyes. Van watched in slight terror as the girl threw herself into Schezars arms.

"Sherza, I thought you were asleep." Allen said gently, stroking her hair. Van held back his sarcastic laughter. It was very normal to see Allen with a woman on or in his arms.

"I missed you." She whispered, eyeing Van like a nasty bug she wanted to squash. Van turned away with putrid disgust as Sherza smashed her big lips to Allen's, winding her hands through his long tresses, pulling out the string that held them back.

Van, thoroughly disgusted, took his turn to leave. "Well, I guess I'll see you soon, Schezar." Van cleared his throat, avoiding the locked kissing pair with his eyes.

Allen stepped back from Sherza, throwing her an angry glance. "Yes, I will see you, Lord Van."

Van tried to ignore Sherza's high-pitched voice as he walked back toward his tent. The very thought of Allen and that girl being together made him cringe. It was so annoying, and their "love" for each other was shallow. Van knew Allen was leading her on, he must be. He always did.

The cool morning was still the further Van got from the campsite. Sherza's excited voice soon drowned out, and all that was left was the howl of a desert coyote and the gentle breathing of Van. He sighed, gazing up into the sky, narrowing his eyes at the sight of the Mystic Moon. Somewhere, Hitomi was on that moon. Van felt a pang of fear, loneliness and guilt stab into his heart. Oh, how he missed that beautiful girl.


Allen Schezar scowled uncharacteristically at the sleeping form of Sherza. She lay sprawled on his bed, her normal brown hair fanned out under her shoulders. Her whole body moved with her soft, shallow breaths. How she could fall asleep again so fast, Allen had no clue. He stepped back from the bed to examine her fully.

Sherza's body was beautiful. She was thin, and soft, but also rounded and firm. Allen couldn't count the number of exotic curves on her body.

"So why am I so unhappy?" He found himself whispering to the dark. The only answer was the breathing of the eighteen year old girl he had recently taken up with.

With a sigh, Allen left the tent once more, taking his time with the flap entrance. Once outside, he looked around himself closely, then began walking toward a forested area. Why was he with Sherza? What was he doing? None of that mattered anymore.

A few birds awoke in the morning cold, singing out their chipper and smiling songs. Allen grimaced; he didn't like cheerful atmospheres to accompany something messy. His dark brown boots crunched over the bracken and fallen leaves on the forest bottom.

"I don't love her." Allen murmured to himself, feeling the forest agree with him. His conscience told him to become a man and gain some responsibility.

Allen Schezar laughed to himself, snatching a leaf from the air as it descended. "What am I saying? I don't have time for this." He thought and tightened his hand around the hilt of his sword. "Selena." He said quietly as he gazed determinedly through the trees ahead of him.

The entire world became silent for him as Allen passed into a clearing. In the center of it was his leviship. On board it were his trusty crew and his newly found sister, Selena.

Allen quickly and nervously stepped to the ship, pausing at the entrance. There was Gadeth, a member of Allen's crew, one who was supposed to be guarding the entrance. Instead, loud, growling snores were filling the silence. Allen rolled his eyes and silently stepped past the disobedient man. He didn't feel in the mood for being apologized to.

The door creaked open almost unwillingly. The dark, familiar hallways welcomed Allen in. He paused again like outside, soaking in the scent and feel of his airborne home. Urged by the thought of everyone waking soon, Allen forced himself down the hall. He passed by every single door with frightened indifference, his mind screaming at him. This isn't a good day, Allen. You know it. The door at the end of the corridor was his destination.

The door seemed to grow larger as he approached it slowly. His breathing quickened, he was about to break. Allen gripped his sword hilt with white knuckles, trying to summon the necessary courage to open the door. It came to him, it seemed, and taunted him.

Allen had a secret.

The door creaked open very gently, putting the man into a dashed sense of foreboding. His eyes opened wide and it was all he could do to keep from weeping.

"Selena, darling, I've come."

The lifeless doll sat in a chair, its shoulders and legs tied in. It didn't even raise its head as the light and voice fell upon it. "Allen?" asked a weak train wreck of a voice. "Why…" it choked. "Why did you leave me alone?"

Allen shut the door behind him quickly. "I had work to do, sister." He forced himself to breathe normally. He could no longer feel the hand holding his sword.

"Shut up." The doll growled with no power behind it. "Let me go Schezar."

Allen took a step back. "Selena, no. Remember the past. You are a sweet girl."

Allen Schezar watched as his little sister nodded with no sincerity. Her silver head of short hair turned upward to look at him, to reveal her glare filled with hatred and evil.

"I am not Selena, you know it! Jajuka! JAJUKA!!!" The room was filled with the sound of Selena's voice, the sound raw and grating. Allen grimaced, throwing his hand over his face. "Jajuka…Jajuka…"

Allen turned to face the wall, not breathing at all. "Selena. Stop this." He closed his eyes, forcing himself to listen to every single sound his beloved sister made. The chair began rocking back and forth on the floor, creaking the floorboards. It seemed that everyone in the leviship would awaken. But a long time ago, Allen's father had ordered a guru from Freid to place a cloaking spell on the room, so that they could hold secret meetings and did not have to worry about spies.

"Allen, no!!! Don't let it happen again!" Selena, or was it Selena, was screaming. "Please, I love you, Allen. Don't leave me." Selena finished off with a whimper. Allen could hear her sobbing, could feel the tears roll down his cheeks as they rolled down hers. "Allen, oh Allen!" Her breathing came short, she stopped rocking the chair. "I'm dying, Allen. Don't leave me! No!"

Selena sobbed out loud, screaming "Why, Why?" in and under her breaths. Allen wrenched himself from the wall, not caring if his sister was, from time to time, a boy obsessed with killing who happened to go by the name of Dilandau. He ran to her, throwing his arms around her, willing his tears to stop, willing himself strong enough to save her. "Selena, stop." His voice was hoarse, and hard to use. He coughed out in emotional pain, "Selena, I'm here. I won't leave you. You have to work with me."

The room was filled with eternal quiet, but for the ragged breathing of the brave Knight of Caeli. Selena's eyes were empty as she stared at the ceiling, narrowing her sight as she heard her brothers' words. She looked down at him, that poor pathetic man who used women to make himself feel better, because he couldn't take care of himself. And he couldn't take care of her, that's why she had been taken. Allen was pathetic. It was his entire fault that she was like she was now. That's what Allen told himself every single day. And he believed it. He was a pathetic excuse of a man, he wasn't a man. He was a worm who crawled from the bird, not taking stand to that which tore him down further.

Selena wrapped her arms around the brother who loved her so much and began to run her fingers through his beautiful hair, the hair that she once had and would never have again. He was sobbing for her, the man who went out into the world and showed no emotion at all. But his eyes were shut tight, so he couldn't see her face, so he couldn't see what he had done to her. He was a coward.

"Hug me, Allen." She whispered, feeling the fury build up inside herself. She knew right then that she wasn't Selena, and that her beloved brother had to get far away from her. But Dilandau wanted to have fun.

Allen cleared his throat and rose on his knees to wrap his muscled arms around his frail sister. "I love you, Selena. You must know that. You are the only one I can love, until I make it up to you."

Dilandau sneered silently, not allowing Allen to see his expression. Moving his head to Allen's ear, he whispered, "Thank-you brother. I love you too. But you really should let us out of this chair."

Allen let out a roar of terror and threw himself back from the chair, landing on the floor with a humongous thud. His hand was at his neck, and blood was gushing underneath it. He cried out in pain and quickly ripped out his tie to tie it firmly around his neck and hopefully stop the bleeding. Allen looked up at the monster who claimed to be his sister with hatred in his eyes, he couldn't help it. Blood dripped from the monsters lips, and he licked them clean, eyes filled with hunger for more. Dilandau sighed in content, then began to laugh manically. The laughter rang in Allen's ears, causing him much more pain than the serious wound on his neck. Getting up slowly, he opened the door to the room, his sadness crushing down on his weak heart. "I guess you'll have to be alone for awhile. Do not take me for granted Dilandau." Allen said cryptically as he started to leave the room.

Dilandau's eyes flooded with fear as he ceased the laughter. "Brother? Please? No!"

Allen ignored the sound of his sister coming back into possession of her thoughts and actions. He couldn't trust her. The door shut behind him, cutting off completely the ravings of the one he loved no matter what happened.

He went quickly down the hallway and out the entrance door, stepping over Gadeth once more. The sky was considerably lighter, and many birds were singing now, rather than only a few. He laughed to himself as he made his way back into the forest. His voice grew stronger as he laughed more, releasing his emotional pain with his voice. His neck hurt, and he had to get back to camp in order to fix it if he didn't pass out from blood loss on the way back. He should've woken Gadeth.

All the way back to camp, he thought about Selena. She was his sister, and he wanted to help her. He had to fix her and atone for the crimes he had committed against her.

Back in the camp, he avoided his tent, not wishing to see Sherza and have her fawn all over him and his wound, telling him that she would make it better. But he didn't know where to go.

Down the road in the camp was a couple, they were arguing very loudly over something, it seemed to be a baby. Allen's eyes opened in surprise as Van appeared from the tent near where they were talking. He smiled weakly. Van was a good King, he seemed to have a sense of ill that had to do with his country, that way he could know whenever things went wrong and he could fix them. He went among the people, a dangerous move, but it made his people feel safe and loved.

The King of Asturia was weak and spineless, and didn't love his people. He loved his position. Just the way he treated his daughters was wrong. Van wouldn't do that, and when he had daughters, they would be free to love.

Allen growled as his first ever lover came to mind. He didn't want to think about Marlene on top of everything else that had been going on. Thinking about Marlene also brought up the uncomfortable subject of his son. He actually had one.

But someone else came to mind as well. The reason he was here in Fanelia, besides wanting to help Van, the Princess Millerna of Asturia. He was here to protect her, to take care of her like a babysitter. The King had sent him here reluctantly, however. He had some history with the princess. History that frightened the King of Asturia. He always wanted to control his daughter's life. Falling in love with a Knight that stole his first daughter was not in his plan.

Allen smiled with no feeling. It wasn't like that anymore. He and Millerna had moved on. But Millerna would help him now. That's where he went.

As a token of friendship, Van was housing Millerna in the section of the palace that was still left standing. Turning to face the palace on the top of the hill, Allen sighed. It was a long way up there.


Millerna shook her long, gorgeous blonde hair behind her shoulder, slipping her bathrobe over her bare flesh. Her bright blue eyes blinked at her in the elaborate mirror. She looked very nice today after her bath. Of course, everyone thought she always looked nice. She was beautiful. For just once, she'd always wanted to get dirty, and dress in rags, then see if the men of the world still desired her. But she didn't, because daddy would be very disappointed.

Millerna smiled at herself in the mirror, trying to be optimistic. She couldn't lie to herself however. Her Father wanted her here in Fanelia. He was trying to marry her off again, after the marriage to Dryden Fassa didn't work out. Lord Van Slazar de Fanel was his next target; after all, Millerna was an eligible princess. She liked to think of herself as damaged and used goods passed from one monarch to the next. But Van was a wonderful person, despite the fact that he was only a friend in her eyes. Dryden was much less. But she had learned to love Dryden like she loved Van, and was starting to think that marriage was a guise you put over a friendship that involved sexual activity and arguing. Her dream of true love went out the window.

Sighing heavily, Millerna took a soft brush and lightly swished some blush onto her already luscious cheeks. The effect was massive; Millerna now knew how men couldn't not look. She had that power over them at least. Too bad she couldn't use it to tell them no.

Giggling to herself over finally being free from a stupid marriage, Millerna vowed to herself that she wouldn't marry Van. He didn't want to marry her anyway. He was still hoping Hitomi would come back, she could tell. "Aw, Hitomi, my friend." Millerna whispered softly. She missed the young girl. Everyone did.

Millerna jumped as an unexpected knock rapped on her door. She hurriedly threw herself to her bed, grabbing the gown that was there to pull it haphazardly over her head. It would not do to appear indecent in front of whoever was at the door, especially if it was a man.

Calming herself down quickly, Millerna hastily ran to the door, breathing hard. Why was she so flustered? It was probably only a servant.

The door swung open and there stood suave, young, debonair Allen Schezar, leaning on the side post of her doorway. Her heart stopped as she reminded herself that she didn't like him anymore. He was a womanizing freak and only her protecting Knight. He didn't love her and never had. He liked her because she looked almost exactly like her sister. He was a pinhead.

He didn't speak like a pinhead.

"Princess Millerna. I trust you slept well?" The smooth words ran out, encircling her in a dazing perfume of perfection. But she was good at deceiving people. She placed a hard look on her face, not allowing Allen to have any power over her, none at all. She called the shots.

"Yes, Sir Knight. I did." She said in hushed tones, her voice like a church bell in a steeple. She watched in secret delight as he frowned at being called "Sir Knight" and not "Allen". But of course, she could have only been fancying herself that's what he thought.

"Well, I have a favor to request of you, if you please." Allen said in a serious tone. His hand went up to his neck, and that was when Millerna spotted the blood-stained neck-tie. She laughed at herself in scorn. He still had power over her; she could only look at his beautiful face!

"Oh, Allen." She cried in soft horror. "I'll fix that up, come on in."

Millerna moved aside as Allen walked into the room, his hand relaxed on his sword hilt. "What happened to you? What were you doing?"

Allen faced the balcony behind the closed curtain as he sat in the chair by the vanity table, not making eye contact. "Natal attacked me. I don't know what got into him."

Millerna gasped in sympathy for her Knight. "I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up and bandage it properly, okay?"

Allen nodded slowly, still avoiding her gaze. "Thank-you." An awkward silence followed his words as Millerna bustled around the room grabbing her medical supplies. He coughed and she cleared her throat daintily. Millerna set everything up on the vanity table, and turned to Allen's neck to gently begin untying the tie. His hand rested on hers, shocking her from the cold temperature that his skin was. The contact was electrifying.

"Millerna, do not be alarmed. It looks really nasty, alright? I don't know what go into that owl." Allen reassured her, burning the comment in with the look in his eyes that said, "No questions, or else."

Millerna nodded breathlessly, continuing to unwrap the tie. She made a disgusted face as the wound became visible. There was so much blood, it was unreal to her. If she didn't stem the flow soon, he could become seriously injured. She grabbed a handful of cotton clothes and dipped them in a basin of water, then began to clean off the wound.

"Could you unbutton you jacket and let it hang off of this shoulder, please? The fabric is sort of getting in the way." Millerna asked quietly, keeping her eyes off of his chest as he complied with her demands. She had to face it, she still liked that evil, conniving Allen Schezar. She continued to clean the wound, scowling as it became so. The wound on his neck didn't look like any owl wound she had seen, and it was very nasty looking. She studied it closely as the cloth ran over it. It sort of looked like human teeth.

Millerna gasped softly and backed away, causing Allen to stiffen. "I told you." He said sternly.

"But Allen," she cried in a small voice. "This is a hu-,"

"No. Natal did it." Allen said forcefully, turning to look at her with blank, soulless eyes. Millerna gulped.

"But, it's not-,"

"Millerna!" Allen cried, forcing her back against the wall as he stood violently. "Just tend the wound. No questions."

Millerna felt her anger well up inside her. "You do not tell your princess what to do Knight Schezar!" She growled, surprised at her own strength as she forced him down into his chair. She felt a triumphant emotion wash over her at the look of surprise on Allen's face. "Now sit there and shut-up!" Allen winced as Millerna continued to clean the wound, taking no care to be gentle. She mumbled the entire time, saying something that sounded like "…hang you for withholding information."

She took a swab from the vanity table and dipped it in a stinging liquid, holding it to Allen's neck for much longer than was needed. But he never once said another thing, or made another noise. She smiled behind him, feeling the power she had over him and loving it. "He has to do what I say." She thought devilishly in a sing song voice.

Millerna finished up by bandaging the wound, then stepped back to glower menacingly at the reprimanded knight in her chair. "Are you going to tell me, Schezar?"

Allen stood and buttoned up his uniform jacket. "No. Good-day, Princess."

Millerna glared at him as he left her room, angry at his cold response. He didn't even thank her. Now she remembered why she hated him. But she loved him.

The room became warm as the sun extended its bright and happy rays into the room through the crimson curtains. Another knock at the door brought Millerna whirling around to glare at the door handle. "If that is you, Allen, I'm going to murder you." She whispered under her breath. She went to the door huffily, already preparing her angry face. At the door was not Allen, but a servant with a letter for her. It was from her Father.