This is it...it's now over!
Own Nothing.
Ten:
The doors of the great hall burst open and a group of people walk through it. Dressed up in robes that looked worn from being under the hot sun and sand for long periods of time. A young woman led them further into the room, silence filled the halls as they made their way towards Hermione's body. The young woman kneeled in front of Hermione, glancing as the students moved back.
The Professors came forwards but were held back by the guards that surrounded the two women. "Legend told of a time traveler from the future that help saved the world from an evil man. She was the betrothed to the youngest Prince of Persia. My many great grandmother was from a foreign land far into the future." She pulled out the dagger and a vial of clear liquid that looked thick. She lowered it to Hermione's mouth and let the liquid fall between her lips.
"The gods gave the dagger to it's protectors for a reason. The little girl had a pure heart, she could see the good in the darkest of people. She saved the world, much like my grandmother. May you return to your betroth. Princess of Persia."
Hermione's body began to glow, a light so bright, that it blinded everyone around her. When the light dimmed, her body was gone, the dagger left where she was just a few moments ago.
Hermione took a deep breath as they watched the campfires from outside the walls. The Persians planned to attack at dawn, but she knew it would be sooner. A flash of light burned her eyes, causing her to blink for a few seconds, stepping back from the balcony rail, taking deep breaths as her eye's cleared. She gasped, covering her mouth as memories ran through her mind. Her stomach felt queasy, her legs weak as she grabbed the balcony, falling over. "Cousin." She whispered, reaching out her hand for help. But it was to late, her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and she was out.
It was several hours when she woke up again, this time because of the attack. She set up quickly, ignoring her attending ladies help. "Give my a proper gown, I will greet them with my cousin." She ordered in a whisper as they quickly dressed her as the Persian prince's made their way up the stairs. She could heal the cheering, the yelling. Then she heard Dastan's voice as he accused his Uncle. Maybe this time would be different. She quickly dressed as the fight happened, listening as her ladies told her of the taking of Amulet. The young Prince Dastan was now the Lion of Persia. She rolled her eyes as she walked down the hall, making her way to the thrown room as the prince's entered it minutes before her.
She stepped to the side, inching closer to her cousin, listening as the Prince's explained their actions. "So it is true." Hermione stated lightly, stepping to stand by her cousin. "It is possible for a Persia to revoke his victory. Praise the day." She let her eyes roll over the three men, focusing more on Dastan then turning back to her cousin. "I was told that one of them was a Lion of Persia." She glanced back at Dastan, a light smile on her lips. "A lion is proud, arrogant and yet you admit to the mistakes of accusing out city of breaking the treaty and came to apologize." She smirked. "That is the makings of a great man."
"I would like to introduce my dear cousin. Princess Hermione. She is from the distant from west. It was unsafe for her to remain while her father and uncle fought over the thrown. So she came here." Tamina smiled at Hermione. "She herself is like a young Lioness. Protective of her loved ones."
"Maybe an alliance between the two of us, a marriage which is thicker then paper to ensure nothing like this happens again." Dastan's oldest brother stated, smirking between Dastan and Hermione. "I think it's fair to put to young Lion cubs together."
Dastan and Hermione blushed, their cheeks red as he stepped forward, kneeling. "It is appropriate to give a gift. But I have nothing, but which is already yours'." He revealed the dagger, giving it to Hermione who in turn gave it to Tamina. She glanced back at him as he took a necklace off of his neck. It was her time turner. She gasped, not even realizing that she had lost it. "I think this is yours' as well. Most fitting a unique piece of jewelry for a woman like you." He placed the necklace around her neck and stepped back.
"Would you like to take a walk around the courtyard?" She asked.
"I would love to." He held out his hand for her to take, leading her out of the room as their family discussed the marriage. They walked out into the courtyard, walking around the fountain. "How are you feeling?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, looking up at him. She didn't know if he would remembered what almost happened.
"I know you know what that dagger is. And I know how you react to it." He whispered.
"I feel much better now that the war between us is over." She smiled.
"Even if you have to married to a Barbarian?" He smirked.
"Even if I'm going to marry you. Dastan." She whispered back with a soft smile.