Once Amaya pulls away from him with a small smile, deciding he's okay now, Drocell feels a small twinge in his heart. And as she walks in front of him, a pit opens and in flows loneliness and sadness. "Come, Drocell. Let's go see your room. They should have clothes ready by now." She grabs his hand and leads him to another room that just happens to be on the upper floor. She opens the door to reveal a large bed, with dark stained wood, and the furniture in the room is the same colour of wood. "This is where you'll stay until you feel better."

He looks around in wonder, having been in a small room where 20-40 children slept on hay laid about in a careless mess on the cold floor. "It's beautiful, mistress..."

She smiles sweetly. "Thank you. Mother doesn't care for it too awfully much. It's nice to see it appreciated." She then rolls her eyes. "And, I told you not to act like I'm superior to you."

"Yes, ma'am. I apologise. I forgot." He lowers his head.

She comes and takes his arm, and sets him on the bed. "I'll go see where Suzanne is with your clothes...feel free to roam around." She smiles sweetly, taking her leave, where he stares at the dress flowing from her waist, and her hair waving behind her as she steps.

Once she's gone, he gets up and runs a finger along the stone wall, which he finds to be warm, rather than cold. "How...odd..." He runs a finger over a stone, only to find it flat. "Oh..." He says it in a voice of recognition...it was only paint. He then goes to the wardrobe, and opens it to find beautiful gowns in several colours and different styles. While gently sliding the other gowns aside to inspect a beautiful crimson red one with a plunging neckline, he finds an outfit that looks like it could be used to escape, or to even spy on someone. He then spies a mysterious looking drawer, and then reaches out to open it, knowing very well it could hold the secrets to explaining the outfit; but just before he can, the door opens, and he must act like he was looking at the dress.

"It's beautiful...isn't it?" Amaya asks, still standing in the doorway. "It's my dress from Romania...it's supposed to show off your figure. I plan on wearing it when I come into power of this place...or when I get engaged." She walks over to Drocell and runs a hand down the dress. "It's made from velvet...the torso of it anyway...the rest of it's silk..." She says it in a dreamy tone, as though she can't wait to wear it.

"Why not wear it now, milady? Why wait?" He asks in a curious tone.

"Because it's for a special occasion. It's supposed to be worn for the first time at a special occasion, and anytime after that is fine." She looks at it. "And so far, there's been nothing to wear it to."

He looks it up and down. "When are you to be engaged?"

"Whenever my parents decide I'm of age..."

He turns to her then. "And how old are you now?"

Sheepishly, she replies seventeen, knowing she should have been wed years ago, at the age of thirteen, actually.

"Can't you choose who you court now? They haven't found a suitor in over four years."

"And just who might be interested in a woman who's already begun to lose precious baby making time?"

I would... "There are plenty out there ma'am..." He says it quietly, as if she might hear his thoughts.

"Like who?" She asks, crossing her arms defiantly, like she was right.

Like me... He keeps silent, and finally she gets what he means, walks over to him, takes his face into her hands and kisses him, taking his bottom lip in between hers, gently nibbling on it.

A/N: This actually happened much faster than I'd hoped, but that's okay. Who wants to be dragged along through him being tortured by her beauty anyway? Not much to write about but that, it'd make for a dull story. :)