"Can't you reschedule or cancel or something? We literally just go back. This is our second day back and the wedding ball is only 4 days away." She said angrily to Artie.

She was outside of the castle with her servant Joanne and Artie.

The servants were placing his luggage into the carriage.

She was very upset.

They didn't even have 48 hours of having returned!

"Unfortunately, no. The letter was urgent. I really have to go. This is the only time the king has time to see me."

Anya huffed and swore under her breath.

This was a disaster. Artie was going to be gone and she was going to be stuck at the castle, attending to the details of the ball.

"It's not fair! We just got back." She had tears in her eyes but she blinked them back.

She saw the regret and pain in his eyes.

"I'll be back in 3 days time. I'll be back in time for the wedding."

"But we were suppose to go together to pick out your outfit." She whispers softly.

"Oh, Anya..." he whispers, walking to her and taking her in his arms.

"I don't want you to go." She begs softly into his chest, hugging his waist.

"I don't want to either, babe. But I literally have no choice." He whispers into her hair as he rubs her back.

They stay like that for a while until the servants call out to Artie, saying that his carriage was ready.

He just nods.

"Don't go," she whispers into the warmth of his chest, tears falling down her cheeks. "What if something happens to you on the road? What if you get hurt?"

She pulls back and looks up at him.

"Shh," he whispers, cupping her face with his hands, his thumbs cleaning away her tears. "I'll be okay. I'll come back to you."

He kisses her gently.

"I'll miss you." She whispers when he pulled away.

Her heart is heavy with longing.

"I'll miss you more." He whispers back. "I love you so much, Anya."

"I love you more, Artie." She whispers.

"Your majesty! The carriage awaits!" The driver yells.

Artie sighs loudly and looked into his wife's eyes.

Cupping her face between his hands, he pulls her face to his, kissing her passionately.

She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing urgently against him, trying to get what she could before he left.

Their kiss had so much steam, everyone who was watching believed sparks were going to ignite from the intensity of the kiss.

When they pull away, they were breathless.

"Be careful," she whispers as she hugs him good-bye.

"Promise you'll behave?" He asks.

She smiles. "Promise."

"That's my girl." He says, hugging her tightly.

He kisses her one last time before letting her go and walks to the carriage.

Anya was waving at him until she could no longer see him or the carriage.

"Your Highness, we should get back." Joanne said softly.

Anya doesn't notice the regret in her voice.

She was too focused on Artie and his journey.

"Sure Joanne. Artie will be back in time for the wedding. In the meantime, let's get ready." Anya said turning to smile at Joanne.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

"Yes, your Highness. I'm just...tired."

Anya frowned slightly but didn't question her any further.