Hiii guys! I know I already updated this morning, but something struck me, this isn't the prompt I wanted to do…I'll do that one tomorrow. : )

Title: Neglected Prince on Rooftops

Word Count: 728

Genre: Fluff (you should have gotten used to that, hahah)

There had been much to do, following the invasion of Alamut, decisions had to be made regarding the army, the terms of the alliance with Persia and a very quickly approaching wedding. Tamina had spent most of her time with the High Council, and doing other things that demanded her attention, whether as the Princess, the High Priestess or the Gaurdian – but she had not lately fulfilled her role at the Lion of Persia' betrothed, so when she found that she nothing to do come morning, she was a little happy about getting to spend some time with said Lion. She had quite missed his antics.

Tamina had found Dastan simply lying on the roof of his chambers; she was a little surprised that he wasn't doing anything rash. She called out to him, and he turned his head very quickly, jumping up to stare at her.

"Princess!"

Tamina laughed, "I take it you've missed me?"

"I thought the High Council swallowed you up."

Tamina frowned, "I had things to attend too."

"Well, anyway, what are you doing here? Don't you have other things to do?"

"No, not at the moment. I thought I'd come see what trouble you were getting into. Not teaching acrobatics to my subjects? That's unlike you."

"It's not as fun without you to scream at me for it."

"I'm touched." She said sarcastically, but taking note of the comment. Tamina saw fit to try to make conversation; it seemed they both were a little deprived of time with each other. She sat down on the rooftop carefully, and Dastan stared at her as she settled herself.

"Well?" she beckoned him with her hand.

"What?"

Tamina rolled her eyes, "Come sit with me."

"Oh." Dastan spread his legs out on the floor, resting his hands on his head, simply happy to be near her.

"So, Prince, how are you finding Alamut?" she said conversationally.

"It's a very beautiful city, Princess."

Tamina rolled her eyes. "Why, thank you." She said sarcastically.

"You're welcome."

Tamina shot him a nasty glare to which he responded with a glare back.

"How are you finding life in Alamut?"

"Very well actually. Though you're a lot busier than I thought you would be."

She looked at him quizzically. "What'd you think I would be doing all day? Wasting my time like some spoiled princess?"

"Yes, actually."

She shot daggers at him with her eyes.

"All decisions regarding Alamut go through me. I don't get very much leisure time."

"Yes, I know. You have no time for me what-so-ever." Dastan said absently, not realizing what he just said. Tamina frowned. That she had expected from the Lion of Persia, but his openness was a trait of his that she greatly valued.

"Dastan…" her voice was calm and serene, yet a note of tired sadness that startled him.

He tensed, "Did I just say that?"

She laughed softly, a beautiful bell like sound that stunned him, "Yes, you did."

"Shoot."

Tamina stared at him with a softened gaze, one she reserved for him. Smiling, she drew herself to the right, lifted his head with her hands, and placed it gently on her lap, and then moving herself forward to make them both comfortable. Dastan would have shot up if it wasn't for her cool fingers gently tracing patterns on his forehead, and another hand resting in his tousled hair. She giggled as she felt his skin warm up gently, he was obviously not used to this kind of contact, but neither was she, but Tamina seemed to be in more control of her…temperature than he was.

"I'm glad you did though, I'll be sure to make sure my mornings are clear from now on so we can have some idle time."

Dastan didn't say anything, still a little pleasantly floored by her actions.

"We don't want a neglected and lonely Prince doing nothing on rooftops, now do we?" Tamina laughed as she watched his face grow slightly pink.

"N-no," he managed to stutter and then he seemed to regain his cocky confidence, "-better give the Prince his Princess then."

And if Dastan was in view of her, though his eyes were closed due to the massage the Princess's cool fingers were giving his forehead, he would have delighted to see the normally, well-composed and in control Princess blush slightly at his comment.

A.N: I have actually updated 3 times today, once at 2 in the morning, again at 2 in the evening, and now at 10:30…hahaha, I'm sucha a beast. Hmmm….I'll probably not update 3 times a day very often, I midterms are getting along, and I have other fanfiction I haven't touched, but I'll will try and update every day, so check back! R and R! Reviews and prompts welcome. Happy New Year! (for the 3rd time)