Thanks so much for reviewing! (Jumps for joy at all the reviews). Thanks for being patient with me... I've had a bit of writer's block with this story, so. I don't know how long its going to be, or where it's going, so if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to tell me. I'm sorry it took me so long to update, but I've been really busy. Again, I don't own any of these characters, I only manipulate them.
Last Chapter:
Neal scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't think much about what I would say after I told you I loved you." He blushed, embarrassed again.
Kel looked at the floor, her face turning slightly pink. "Well, I'm not really sure how I feel about all this yet."
Chapter Two
Kel closed her eyes. Her body began to move of its own accord, dancing slowly with the elegant glaive. The deadly force grew, until it was nothing more than a blur surrounding her, slicing through the air like a Stormwing's feather through flesh. After many minutes, the deadly blade slowed, became visible again, and was once more an elegant dance partner. The Lady Knight came to a stop. Her eyes opened, and with them came a sudden realization. She knew exactly how she felt about Neal, about him being in love with her, and everything that had happened the previous week. Now it was just a matter of telling the increasingly elusive Meathead.
After a long bath and a change of clothes, Kel walked purposefully out of her room. She walked with the long stride and brisk pace of a woman on a mission, and no one dared to get in her way. But where was this fine lady heading? Where else could she be going, if not to the man's rooms that had clogged her thoughts for six days, had caused her many sleepless nights, and who loved her? Especially since it was just hours after she finally listened to her heart and mind?
Kel stopped in front of the plain wooden door. Why was she so nervous? Why were her palms sweaty? Her face was flushed, she was fairly certain her hands were shaking, and she couldn't bring herself to knock on a stupid door! It was just Neal. There was absolutely no reason for her to be acting this way. She hadn't even done this back when she was a page. Kel clenched her fists and raised her hand to rap on the doorframe.
There was an agonizing moment of silence. 'What if I got the wrong room? What if he's not even here any more?' she panicked. Before she could flee from her stupidity, the door swung open.
There stood the one person she had been avoiding for six days, and vice versa. His eyes bored into hers. She could feel her face heat again, and was shocked to see his begin to turn pink. He seemed surprised to see her. Honestly, she was surprised to be standing in front of him.
"Kel! Um, what are you doing here?" Was it just her, or was he stuttering slightly?
"Well, you see... Can I come in?" Was it just him, or was she blushing?
Neal opened the door wide, gesturing her in. He didn't exactly trust his own voice at the moment. Within the next few minutes, he knew he would either get his heart broken, or all of his dreams would come true.
The door shut behind Kel with a deafening click. Awkward silence captured the room, causing the tension to rise. Neal cleared his throat, and the noise made Kel jump slightly.
"What exactly brings you here?" Oh gods, he hoped he didn't sound weak or anxious or nervous or... wait, she's saying something.
"Well, you see, the thing is, that I have been doing some thinking. About this whole thing. And I've come to a decision." Kel spoke much more decisively than she felt.
"And that decision is?" the mage almost didn't want to ask.
She took a deep breath. "I love you too."
