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Roiben's POV

I spent much time on the way back thinking of what had just happened, and what this human could possibly want. She has three questions, and yet as I know nothing about her, I have no idea what she could possibly want.

As much as I attempted to pry my thoughts away from Kaye, I found I could not. It greatly annoyed me, but I found it almost relaxing;to have my thoughts taken away from the UnSeelie queen, and the horrible crimes I have committed in the past. To some they may seem mild, tame, not something to be fussing over, but to I, Rath Roiben Rye, a past member of the Seelie Court, it is not something to be taken lightly.

As I near the grounds to the court, my mind strayed again to Kaye. I suddenly felt inadequate;she helped me not even knowing who I am, yet I torture people whether I know them or not. She saved me, while I would be ordered to kill her if she were ever to come in my court-I cringed at the thought of calling it mine. She showed much bravery tonight, and I owe her considerably.

Though I am still dreading the time when she asks her questions, it also excites me. I am disappointed in myself, but it still excites me, to see this girl again, to be away from the queen, to have the opportunity to find out more about Kaye.

For some reason I find myself wanting to know everything about her. I understand that it is irrational, nevertheless I feel the need to understand her. The reason remains unknown, though I deeply wish to find out.

Somewheres in the back of my mind I was contradicting myself, thinking that I don't want anything to do with this girl, shes human and I owe her, I have no idea who she is or what shes capable of. I know that because she is human she wont be able to inflict any pain or hold any power over me, but that is not what worries me. No, its the fact that she knows of my kind, and therefore must know my kind.

The question is, does she know people who are powerful?

"Sir, there is somebody here that wishes to speak with you." Skillywidden called from the hallway-if you could call it that-outside my doorway.

"Who would this person be?" I asked timidly. People don't usually bother me while I am resting, unless it is extremely important or the queen has sent for me-but a visitor?

I heard mumbling outside the door then, "She wishes to remain unknown,"

She? Who in the world...? Oh no, its not...

I got up and opened the door wondering who it could be-and hoping it wasn't a few choice people. Skillywidden, the seamstress, was standing there looking like she needed some meat on her body as usual. She always manages to look awkward, because shes all skin and bones. She was wearing a black dress-like think that wrapped up around her face, and dropped down to the floor, while making her arms look elongated. The black dress brought out her black eyes scrutinizing my every move.

Just as I finished taking in her appearance somebody pushed past her and made their way into my room-or tried.

I blocked her from getting in my bedroom; its a private area I don't let people visit, unless they are important to me. This lady-not important.

Skillywidden scurried down the hallway, with her almost-dress flowing behind her in an uneven pattern, caused by her walking.

"Carla." I reluctantly greeted her.

"Heyyy, long time no see. Hows it been around here? Very...amusing I bet," she laughed knowing just how much I disliked having to stay here.

I mearly raised an eye brow.

"Well, aren't you cranky today? Yes, you are." she got a thoughtful look on her face for a moment and I dreaded what it could possibly mean. "I know how I can make you all better," her lip curled seductively and she launched herself at me.

The lip curling was repelling, and the launching herself at me was absolutely unnecessary and wrong.

I pushed out both of my hands in a 'stop' signal, but that only made her spring in to my hands instead of on me.

"Oh, come on. You know we have a connection, I can feel it, and i know you can, too." she said while trying to make her eyes look smoldering or fierce or sexy or something, but all it proved to do was make herself look like she had a nervous twitch.

I almost laughed at the way she through herself at me, then claimed we had a connection. However, I have been expecting this for quite some time now, seeing as she comes every now and again to prove a point-a point she has yet to prove.

Carla seems to think we have chemistry-I tried to argue that it was the repelling type, but shes dead set on proving that it draws us together. She claims that's how she finds me-even though she knows that this is where I live.

She also wanted to build trust, so she told me her name was Carla-nothing more, but that itself was big.

Carla had a light shade of green skin, pointy ears, full wavy locks of blond hair, a skinny, but not not too skinny curvy body, and strikingly dark eyes. She, to most people, is beautiful. I cant argue that she is, in fact, not pretty, because that would be lying, however, that doesn't mean I find her appealing in any way.

She may be beautiful, but that is physical. Her mind doesn't work in a very nice manner.

"Carla, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to see you, silly." she laughed.

"Why would you possibly think things are going to be different this time around?"

"What ever do you mean?" she asked putting on her best innocent face;one that could fool anyone-except Roiben, who knew her too well to fall for that.

"You know what I mean. But that is not the point here. The point is that you have over-stayed your welcome, and must be leaving." You overstayed your welcome as soon as you walked in this court.

"Oh, don't worry, I wont leave you alone. Ill be just down the hall. That...lady over there gave me a room nice and close to yours." she squealed and jumped up and down, before catching me completely off guard and kissing me-on the lips-then running down the hallway.

I watched her skip down the hallway in shock. She actually thinks she can walk into my home, practically attack me, kiss me, and still be welcome here? This woman is going to need some serious therapy.

As I walked into my room, I found my thoughts again drifting back to the human girl, Kaye.

It aggravated me that my thoughts kept going back to this girl. This girl who I do not know.

As much as it was annoying, bothersome, and irritating I still could not help but find myself enjoying it. If only to take my mind off of everything else-though mostly my unresting conscience.

As I softly descended into sleep, I let my mind wonder-with thoughts of this girl.