"We are nearing the city," Uriah did not need to tell me; I could see it in the distance. The navy and white flag was flying high over the city. I could see my home. The sky was already dark, my leg throbbing. I could put weight on it now, tomorrow I hoped I could walk by myself but I was not sure. Four gestured for me to sit down as Zeke started the fire. He took my hand in his and gently unraveled the dirtied bandage on my arm, cleaning the cut.

"I do not think it need to be bandaged again," Four told me softly and I agreed with him. It was going to scar, I could just tell. It would be a constantly reminder of what happened here. Meat was being roasted and the smell wafted the air. I was so close to home; I looked in the direction of the castle. I could practically see my brother's dark eyes, my father's face. I was ready to be home, to my duty as princess. Then I looked to Four and my face fell. I would leave them all behind, Four would not come into the city. How could I ever repay him for what he has done for me? "You are almost home," He spoke wistfully as he too looked at the castle in the distance.

"I can not wait, my brother will be ecstatic," Was what came out of my mouth, Four looked at me strangely. I stuttered over my words as I tried to make up for my slip. "My fiancé too, he will be so delighted," Four continued looking at me and I knew he was going to ask again.

"Do you love him?" I sighed twirling the ring in my hand. The golden eyes, light touch, smiling face. I did not. How would I explain this to him?

"No," I replied firmly and Four's eyes widened at my honesty. I thought of the man that I was asked to marry for my city, for my father.

"Then why are you marrying him?"

"I have to," Four looked at me strangely, like he understood the feeling. How could he? He did not have a father that was King of Rockton who married his daughter to another Prince. Four's hand ghosting mine then and I looked at his gentle expression as he looked at the diamonds.

"It is a beautiful ring," He commented and I only nodded. The ring's expense did not signify our love. Our love was not that expensive, and clearly I could be bought. "A man who gave you that must love you," My heart constricted because I knew it was likely true. I had seen the way Peter looked at me, the way I did not look back.

I barely whispered, "Perhaps." I was distracted by Four's hand on mine. He interlocked his fingers with mine giving my hand a squeeze. His light caressing was distracting me from thoughts of Peter's love. I looked up into the blue eyes, only noticed then that Zeke and Uriah was both sitting facing the fire, away from us. I leaned forward feeling Four's breath on my face, the heat radiated. I felt my face flush but I kept the close proximity.

"Tris," He whispered his eyes fluttering shut and I did what I should not have. I pressed my lips to his lightly, feeling the soft skin of his lips on mine. Our lips did not part, no tongue, it was simply just lips touching. But still Four pulled away from me, his dark blue eyes looking at me. I squeezed my eyes shut realizing what I did but only gold stared back at me. I shuddered, tears gathering behind my eyelids and when I opened them Four looked back worry filling his eyes. "Do not cry Tris, I beg you," He whispered a hand going to my cheek. I leaned into his touch and he looked back with a caring expression. His hand held my face, his fingers caressing the skin. I closed my eyes against relishing in the contact, the comfort that I never got at home.

"I want to go home. I told myself I would marry him, that it would all be alright. But still I do not want to," I cried softly my eyes still shut. Arms went around me tightly and I buried my head into his chest. I was trying to remember the last time I was hugged, and I think it was my mother.

"Does he hurt you?" Four whispered as he held me and I shook my head briskly. Peter would not lay a harmful hand on me, and that made it so much harder to understand why I did not like him. He was everything a princess would wish for. He was handsome and kind, caring and quiet. He was not a drunk, nor violent. "Do not marry him then," I looked up at his face as he held me close, his face was so sure of himself.

"I have to," I whimpered softly and his tightened around me. He held me for long minutes, letting me breath in his scent and the comfort. I did not care that his friends were watching, or that they could see the intimate moment between us. Nothing would ruin this moment. "Come into the city with me Four," I whispered finally, at least he would get paid for this. Peter would give him anything he wanted for bringing his princess home. The broad man's body stiffened under me and I knew he was going to refuse.

"I can not," Three words to display our situation. I have to and I can not. It defined our situations clearly.

"Nothing will befall you, I swear to you," I promised him and he only stroked my hair gently. I knew I was being selfish, I did not want him to come just for the money. I wanted him to be near, so I could explain these emotions I felt for my saviour.

"You can not promise that," If only he knew how much I could promise him. He would not be harmed by my father's guards or the city guard, I promised that much. I would order them to care for the three men, ask for them to join the guard. They could be rich and comfortable within Rockton. Four broke his arms off me and we went to eat silently. The moment we had gone and never to return. I was going home, I reminded myself. He could not be on my mind when I did. It was Uriah's turn to stay guard in the night and I saw Four curling up under her fur, his muscular frame small. I looked at Uriah who was looking away into the forest, Zeke who was already drifting off. I savoured my leg and crawled over the other men, pressing myself into his back. I could see when his shirt was riding up, the scared visible. Four stirred but did not say anything. My fingers trailed the scars, running through the broken skin and unhealed damage. Four's body shuttered and I pulled my hand away, afraid I had hurt him. "That feels nice," He admitted softly, voice barely above the wind. I continued touching the scars, the story of something that had happened to this man. He rolled over then, on his back before facing me. His eyes were closed but he placed his forehead on mine. I stilled looking at his peaceful face. My arm went loosely around him as I held myself to him, perhaps the last night I would ever see him. The next morning everyone was quiet, the daunting nature that we would part as soon as we entered the city.

We took off in the morning and I walked alone, heavily limping. My leg was still in a multitude of pain but I could walk on it and I wanted to stand-alone. By mid day we neared the city walls and I could see the nerves pulsing through Four. It was fear that passed his face, fear at seeing the city and I wanted to know why. I could tell we were about to part as the three men slowed but the sound of galloping hooves stopped us. I could see the city guard circle us as Four, Zeke, and Uriah bore their swords. The guard did not seem to recognize me, with the way I was dressed and looked I was not surprised.

"Stop right there by the order of King Andrew and put down your weapons," The three men stood straight, staring down the guards knowing they could not fight them all. The circle of guards broke and a familiar face was there, upon his dark bay mount. He looked at me his eyes wide as he jumped off his horse.

"Robert," I breathed and I embraced him, I could feel the eyes of Four and the brothers on me but I did not care. Robert was taken back by my affection but I did not care, I was so glad to see him, his uniform clean and pristine.

"Princess," He breathed out as well, equally shocked that I was here. He pulled away from me looking from his city guard to the bandits being held. The guard's eyes were on Roberts, and his along with the three bandits were on me. He was waiting for my command on what to do with my three friends. Four looked at me an understanding look, he knew who I was now, and he could tell by the way the guard waited for my commanded. Princess, he mouthed to me in question but I did not speak to him. Instead I turned to Robert as he wrapped his long dark cloak around my common clothes. "What do you command?" He asked.

"Seize them, bring them to my father," Four looked at me as I gave the command, betrayal along his face. Yet he still commanded the brother's to put their weapons, there would be no fighting. As guards roughly grabbed my three companions, I barked out another command. "Do not dare hurt them," I spoke a moment of warning and the guards nodded. Zeke and Uriah was still lost and confused on who I was but the blue eyes of betrayal were all I saw. Robert got back on his hand and held out his hand, I took it and swung onto his horse behind him. The men would walk back to the city, horses in hand. Robert and I sped back off to the city to tell my father of my safety.

"Prince Peter is still in the city, he will be delighted to see you safe," Robert spoke as we entered the city walls and walked up to the castle gates. I nodded into his back, holding myself onto the horse. I looked around at the cobblestone, the small cottages and castle walls. When we entered the city and dismounted only then did Robert notice my injuries. The long gash along my arms was still red but no longer fresh, my leg sore from the short ride. "Get cleaned up Princess, your father will see you after," Robert spoke and I knew my father would not be happy about that but I just nodded. As I headed into the castle and up the stairs Robert's voice stopped me again. "I am glad you are home my princess," I smiled.

"As am I," Robert's dark eyes held happiness as I disappeared. Rose gushed over me, helping me clean every inch of me, taking special care of the wounds. My dark men clothes were taken away replaced by a dark navy dress and a clean bandage finished with a poultice to stop the infection. My arm was left un-bandaged as it was healing quickly and was not festering. She brushed through my knotted hair, brushing out the debris and cleaning it. I was impatient to get downstairs to see my father and brother, and of course Peter. Once she was done I limped my way over to the stairs and I could already hear my father's booming voice.

"My daughter is home safe and no one has let me see her?" The king growled lowly and I could here Robert's reply that I was cleaning up and would be back soon. "Now, who are these three bandits and why are they in my castle?" He growled then and I limped my way down the stairs. I could see the three of them; Four's head was bowed to the ground as all three of them were kneeled. It was clear the guards had told them to stay like that.

"Father, I am here," I called out and his blue eyes jump to my, relief in them but worry as he noticed my uneven gate. I made it down the stairs and walked to him, wondering where my brother was.

"Beatrice, are you injured?" Zeke and Uriah looked shocked at my real name.

"I am alright now," I promised him and he held out his hand as I got close to him, squeezing it when I put my hand in his. That was the most comfort my father had given me since I was a child. "Please rise men," I told my three friends and they did but still Four did not look up.

"Who are these bandits Beatrice? What do you wish I do with them?" I looked to them, smiling slightly when they met my eyes, Four would not.

"Offer them whatever they please father. They saved me from a fate worse than death and brought me home, I will be ever grateful to them," I spoke strongly and Uriah's face relaxed like he thought I was going to do something bad to them.

"If this is true you stand before the King of Rockton and have saved my daughter. My attendants will give you houses and riches, anything you shall please that I may give you as a sign of gratitude for the Princess' safety," My father commanded but his eyes fell on Four. He was not looking at the King; which was a sign of disrespect, he must know this. I held my breath as my father barked out his next command. "Bandit, look up as the King addresses you," Four looked up then, his blue eyes wide. A breath left my father's mouth and I stood in shock watching the interaction.

"My apologies my King, but I am sure you are aware of why I might be reluctant," Four spoke out and you could tell he knew how to address royalty. My father looked to me and I only shrugged showing my ignorance.

"Tobias Eaton, your father has been looking for you for years," As the voice rang out my heart stopped, I knew who he was, why he was so familiar. He was King Marcus' missing heir, the small, timid boy I knew all those years ago. He was not just nobility like I thought but a Prince.

"I am aware, King Andrew," He replied simply and his companions were lost and confused but my father's next words curbed their puzzlement.

"Tom, send a raven to King Marcus. Tell him the Prince of Whiterun is in Rockton," I could see the emotions pass Four's, Tobias' eyes. This was why he was so afraid of coming into cities, he did not want to be recognized. He was a Prince, and just as I lied about being a Princess he lied as well. Our eyes locked in mutual lies as the door of the castle swung open revealing my brother and Peter. Both of their gazes loosened as they saw me. Both of them moved quickly but it was Peter who got to me first, his arms around me tightly. I was shocked at his bold contact in front of my father but I hugged him back seeing Tobias looking at us blankly. It was clear which man was my brother and which was my fiancé.

"You are hurt my princess," Peter breathed as his fingers trailed the large cut on my arm. I could see the expressions on his faces so genuine and full of adoration. His hand touched the ring he gave me, a small smile that I still had it. I was able to bring it back to him. "Who hurt you? Tell me princess and I will have their heads," Peter promised me firmly and I was shocked. He was so timid and quiet but here he was promoting violence. I shook my head softly. The men who hurt me were already dead.

"The three men already saw to that my prince, they are dead," I told him and only then the Prince seemed to notice the three bandits. He bowed his head in respect, his hand still holding mine.

"I will forever grateful for you three bringing my princess back to …" He trailed off like he was going to say something else but his eyes locked with Tobias'. His mouth hung open and I knew by the look on my travel companion's eyes that he recognized the prince as well. I realized they were both older than me and would have been old enough to remember each other from when they were younger. They likely met here in Rockton at some point over the years. "Prince Tobias…Where? How?" Peter asked in shock, his expression genuine like everything he did. Tobias shifted awkwardly from the attention, his hands clasped in front of his body. He bowed slightly to my fiancé, the gesture not foreign to him at all. This was how he was raised, I reminded myself. I realized I must not have been the only one who was told he was dead.

"Prince Peter, it has been a few years," Tobias said with a timid smile like he was trying to ease his own discomfort. Guards came forward like they were going to take Uriah and Zeke away, the two looked to their leader on what to do. "Go with the guards brothers, they will see you are taken care of," He told his friends blankly and they follow the Rockton guards out of the castle and likely to a big house to accommodate them.

"What about you Four… Tobias… Prince?" Uriah struggled with the title and Tobias' gave me a comforting smile but I could see the nervousness hidden behind his eyes.

"The prince will stay here in the castle until his father arrived from Whiterun. See he is dressed relative to his status. Thank you bandits, you are dismissed," My father spoke out again disappearing into the room behind him, likely dealing with the shock of the entire situation. Tom led Tobias away as his blue eyes locked on mine. My brother took my hand squeezing it, the happiness at my presence obvious.

"I am glad you are home sister," I wondered why he was not at the castle at the time of my arrival but I pushed the thoughts away as he took leave, leaving me with Peter. My prince was still holding my other hand, his long fingers touching my broken nails and slightly cut hands.

"How are you hurt Beatrice?" He spoke softly his quiet tone back as he rubbed the back of my hand. For some reason him being here and being home was just overwhelming. Everything that had happened over the past two weeks came crashing over me all the fear and pain. Quickly tears were in my eyes even though I tried to stop them. Peter looked worriedly down at me, likely not sure what to do.

"My thigh and my arm," I said noting the two wounds. Peter nodded softly but I did not think that was what he meant.

"I meant to ask if you are hurt in any other way," He spoke lowly and I could feel the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Even though I did not love Peter, not like I should, he was a friend to me over the years. So I cried before him, thinking about the way Eric touched me and made me feel. While I thought about it out in the wilderness with the other men I never had time to truly dwell on it. Now that I was safe all the terror came back. I was truly crying then so I pushed myself into Peter. He hesitated like he was unsure but then he wrapped his arms around me again, holding me. "It is alright, you are home," He reminded me quietly, trying to ease my tears.

I cried to him, "I was terrified, they held me captive for so long. I had no idea… I thought I was going to die." His hand was in my hair stroking it. I thought about the disgusting small room, with no sense of time. I thought I was in hell. "One of the men… he was intoxicated, he touched me. I could not do anything… I was…" Peter was hushing my increasingly hysterical voice. He was holding me close and I was safe.

"I apologize, that must have been so frightening," He spoke to me; even his voice was wavering with my words. I sobbed as he held me, thanking the gods that I was safe again. "You should rest," Peter spoke softly and I nodded, my sobbing subsided revealing how tired I was.

"Come with me," I whispered and his body tensed under me, I frowned slightly through my tears. Is this not what he wanted? He took my hand and led me up the stairs to my chambers. I lied on my bed, his hand firmly in mine. As I dozed off, finally comfortable, I felt him release my hand and kiss my forehead. I could tell I did not sleep very long as the sun was only just beginning to set when I stretched out my muscles. I looked over to see my brother sitting in the corner, a small smile as he saw me wake up. I frowned slightly and Caleb chuckled lowly.

"I am not Peter," He spoke smoothly as I sat up leaning against the bed as my leg pulled and pained.

"I am delighted to see you brother," I spoke to him his blonde hair messy. "I was not so delighted that you were not waiting for me when I got back," His face dropped at my ill-timed joke and it was clear he felt guilty about that.

"My apologies, I should have been," He spoke and I just waved him off. I was gone a long time, he was not going to sit around waiting for me. "We should head down for dinner, your… companion should be there as well. His father will arrive tomorrow," King Eaton. I thought about why Tobias might have run away…what happened in Whiterun? What about those scars I saw.

"Tobias," I tested the name on my lips and Caleb just nodded looking at me strangely. "What?" I asked him then and his shook his head.

"Only you would get saved by a bandit that was truly a Prince," My brother joked and I was equally amazed. The odds were phenomenal that Tobias was also a prince. My brother held out his hand, which I took. He helped me up and held my arm steady as I walked down the stairs. Tobias was at the table; the way he was dressed disorientated me. He looked incredibly uncomfortable dresses as a prince and not a bandit. When he heard my brother and I walk in he looked up, his blue eyes meeting mine. Caleb looked between us strangely as he pulled out my chair for and then went around to sit next to Tobias.

"Prince," I spoke, a little too roughly. Tobias narrowed his blue orbs at the greeting.

"Princess," He spoke back and the awkwardness grew. I let the silence hang, neither of us willing to speak freely in front of my brother.

"King Eaton will arrive in our city tomorrow, Prince Tobias," Caleb commented breaking the tension. Tobias' eyes jumped to my brothers, emotion passing through them. He only nodded at the other prince and I wanted to ask him what was wrong.

"I await his arrival," He replied quietly and I had never seen him so reserved. He reminded me of the young boy I used to know, not Four the bandit. They were two different people, I reasoned. Four was who he wished to be and Tobias was who he must be. Just like I did, Four had a duty to his people and his family. I needed to get him alone, to ask him what happened.

"I am filled with gratitude for what you did for my sister, I extend my thanks," Caleb spoke lowly to the bandit/prince who only looked at me in return.

"It was the correct thing to do. Eric and his men were terrible people and the world does not miss them," Tobias spoke lowly as his eyes looked at me. My brother could see the moment pass between us and I knew Tobias would see the question on my lips, Edward. Something had happened between the two group of bandits but they had never told me what. Who was Edward and why did Tobias never answer the questions. There was a lull in the conversation and Peter entered the room then his footfalls sure. He looked at me and I could something was wrong but I did not dare ask in front of the room.

"Prince Peter," Caleb greeted and the Prince sat in the empty seat next to me. Tobias looked, with dark eyes, between my fiancé and me. I touched Peter's hand under the table, giving him a worried look. He only gave me a forced smile. We ate in awkward silence no one willing to break it. Finally Peter did, addressing all of us.

"My parents are arriving from Greenleaf some time in the next few days," He spoke lowly, that would be the third King in my city. I looked at him strangely.

"Why are your parents coming?" I asked quietly as I put down my utensils on the bare plate, I was hungry. It was nice eating real food, a bit of a change from birds and rabbit. I looked to Tobias who was picking at his food, he looked uncomfortable and I could tell he did not want to be back in a castle. I think I heard Peter answer me but he spoke quickly and low that I missed his words. I asked him to repeat and he took a breath.

"They want us to get married, soon," I looked at him with wide eyes. I had been kidnapped and all his parents cared about was us getting married. I frowned slightly and could see Tobias clenching his hand around the fork he was holding. "I sent them a letter. I told them that you had gone through a lot and it was not a preferred time, but they did not listen," Peter trailed off but I only took a short breath and smiled slightly taking his hand on the table and squeezing.

"If they want us to get married then we can get married," I spoke softly and this time it was Peter's turn to frown slightly. I did not understand his reaction; I thought he wanted to get married. Tobias' fork dropped onto the plate and I looked at him. He sheepishly apologized but I knew it was a reaction to what I had said.

"There is no rush my princess," Peter spoke lowly pulling his hand out of mine gently but the reaction stung. Tobias looked at me from under his eyelashes and Caleb awkwardly pushed his food around. I furrowed my eyebrows, what was I doing wrong. The way Tobias and my brother were looking at me made me clench my hands. I cleared my throat, not wanting to sit here anymore.

"I am going for a walk," I said finally, getting up and walking out before anyone followed me. When I exited I knew that I could not get away from everyone as Robert trailed behind me. I walked to the garden, to the bridge with the fish. I watched them swim carelessly around. "I am trying Robert, truly I am," I spoke lowly and the guard shifted from the other side of the pond.

"I know my princess, I know," He spoke back over the water and I just sighed. He came over to the bridge and I looked at him curiously, he looked like he wanted to say something.

"I spoke to Prince Eaton," I nodded him on, what did he want to say? "He said one day, you were in a lot of pain and he carried you. He said that when you were delirious and dreaming you spoke my name," I looked over at the tall man, he did not meet my eyes. I remember that, I whispered his name and that everyone will be alright. "I want to apologize, I should have watched out for you. That guard should have never been allowed near you," I understood now, he felt guilty for what happened. I sighed turning to him waiting for him to look at me before I spoke.

"Robert, I spoke your name because I was afraid. In my time of deep terror, I thought of you. You have always been there for me and you represent safety to me. I never blamed you for even a moment," I told him truthfully. Those long days in darkness all I thought was that Robert would save me. I never thought that it was his fault. The sky was darkening and the garden was lit up by lanterns that were lit by the guards. Robert moved away eventually, standing away from the bridge. I heard footsteps and turned to see Tobias coming towards me. His gate was straight and proper, I was not sure how I ever thought he was anything other than a prince. Robert was not in earshot, he would not here us speak.

"Prince Tobias," I spoke almost like a question and he sighed loudly. I never had a chance to speak with him of the lies and deceit. "Did you know all along who I was?" He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"You know I did not, Tri… princess," He corrected quietly. I twirled the ring around my finger, feeling the cold metal. "I thought you did not want to get married," He commented and I did not like his tone. He was accusatory and argumentative.

"You know I do not," I practically repeated his own words back at him. Why was everyone being so difficult? I did not love Peter, and I was unsure I ever could.

"You seemed pretty eager to get married in there," I turned to him, his voice was practically taunting. My eyes were angry and narrowed, how dare he.

"Are you angry at me?" I growled lowly and Tobias stared back. I could see Robert moving closer to us, he looked worried at how angry we sounded. He would be worried Tobias would hurt me but I was not worried.

"Should I be? It seems like you lied to me. You seem like you want to marry Prince Peter," He emphasised Peter's title. I did not know him well but taunting and spite looked foreign on his face. I had not seen him like this, so malicious. "I see the way he holds you and you touch him…" I did not even let him continue, too furious that he would say things like this.

"I did not lie to you about that! I do not love him. I act like that because there are far worse things that marrying him. He is kind, caring, and I do not have a choice." I reminded him with a snap. Tobias stared back, searching my face and I realized something. "You are jealous," He frowned at my words, opening his mouth and closing it again before speaking.

"I am not jealous," He denied but I could tell he was lying. "You kissed me," He reminded me lowly and I looked around to Robert's face that remained unchanged.

I moved closer to Tobias and whispered angrily. "Do not bring that up again," If Peter found out he might be angry or heartbroken. I could not have him, my brother, or my father finding out about that.

"What are you ashamed? It was alright when I was just a lowly bandit and now it is not? Do you regret it?" His voice was raising with each word and I looked at him, hurt. I moved away from him, taking a step back and looking down into the water, whispering my response. "What? At least say it to my face," He commanded me. I took a breath and willed myself to look into his blue eyes, he was so angry but then when he saw my face his expression dropped. I was no longer angry and he could tell. He looked worried for a moment but I would not let him stop me from saying it.

"I do not regret it," I repeated looking at his face, he stepped closer to me. He was no longer angry and I was no longer scared either. Clearly Robert had been listening to us as when Tobias stepped forward his frame appeared to the right of us.

"You should leave Prince Tobias," Robert spoke lowly. His voice was deep, like he did not want to speak but had to. I looked to him but the guard avoided my gaze. Tobias frowned slightly at the other man but took a step back with open hands.

"I would never hurt her," He said, looking at me now. I stayed silent, upset that I admitted I liked kissing him. I should not have liked it as I was marrying another. I had a connection to him, he saved my life and he curbed my fear but he was not the prince I was promised to. My father would not break that promise and neither would I. I had a duty to my people and my family, to Peter's family as well.

"I did not think you would Prince," I let the implication that my guard spoke hang in the air. Robert was not afraid of him hurting me, he was afraid we would get involved together. He did not want Tobias to touch me or kiss me. He was, as usual, correct.

"I believe the princess can do as she liked," Tobias spoke back and I cursed him in my head. It was not a good idea for him to argue or fight with anyone here. My father would not be happy to find out he fought with Robert, or anything of the sort. He was still a bandit to my father, he likely did not trust him.

"I do not work for you, my prince, I work for her," Tobias broke his eyes from my guard and looked to me instead. Robert was watching everyone, his eyes wary but calm. Robert was perpetually collected and put together, that was why he was good at what he did. I fiddled with the fabric on my dress as they waited for an answer.

"You should leave Tobias," I deliberately left out his title, my voice quiet and timid. I needed to do what was right, Tobias was not what was right here. I did not looked at him again but could hear him walk off, even his footfalls seemed hurt. I sighed gently, tired of all the rejection today. I thought being home was easier and it was, in some ways.

"I am sorry Princess," Robert spoke lowly, I only looked at him blankly.

"No, you are right. Thank you Robert," I spoke but it did not feel like a thanks. I walked back towards the castle, my guard trailing me. I entered the side glass doors, heading up the stairs to my room. I saw a figure leaning against my doorframe, his dark green outfit gave him away. "Peter?" He stood up from the wall, this time it was him that was twirling the ring around his finger. He looked unsure and timid standing in front of my door. He went to speak but another person moved passed us. Tobias walked over to his room, not looking at us. When he went to close the door he locked eyes with me, and I only saw disappointment in them. I took a large breath as the chamber door closed behind him, covering his blue eyes. Peter looked from me to Tobias' now closed door, his golden eyes confused.

"He… He never hurt you, correct?" Peter asked quietly and I shook my head firmly. Tobias only helped me and that was why it hurt that he was so angry being here. I wondered what Peter would have done had he, beat him? Tobias was much stronger and large than my thin Prince.

"Did you want something my prince?" I asked with a small smile looking up at him then. He looked down at me his lips curling slightly but it did not reach his eyes. "Is something wrong?" I touched his hand lightly with my fingertips. He took my hand in his, stroking the back of it with soft touches. I could tell he was thinking of what to say, or how to say it.

"Before, you said it was alright for us to get married when my parents wanted," He led on and I let him continue. It was clear he was struggling with what to say. "Did you mean that?" I crunched my eyebrows.

"If your parents insist then it is not worth the fight. Ask them to postpone, if they refuse again then we go ahead with what they want," I told him softly, his fingers on my hand stilled. I looked up at him and he nodded slightly but he did not seem content with that. He did not speak I assumed the conversation was over, I squeezed his hand and this time it was him who looked down at me. I smiled pushing myself onto my tiptoes and placed a light kiss to his cheek. When I pulled away his eyes were closed and face flushed. "Good night my prince," I barely heard him reply as he wished me well and I closed the door softly behind me.