AN: Yes, I know it took me forever, and yes, I know it's short. But it's the best I could do right now.

Disclaimer: I never have, nor never will own the Young Wizard's series.

Dinner was over, and Roshaun was following his father to his father's office.

They walked in, and Roshaun's father took a seat behind the desk, motioning for Roshaun to sit opposite him.

Roshaun took his seat and looked at his father expectantly, waiting for the blow, the explosion.

"As you know, you are now rightfully king." Roshaun's father began. Roshaun nodded, he knew only too well.

"Usually, kings are married within a year of their coronation," Roshaun's father continued. Roshaun braced himself for what was coming.

"But I said 'usually', in this case, I am willing to make an exception, the Aethyrs see fit to do so as well." Roshaun could only stare at his father in disbelief.

"I see that young girl, Dairine, would be a fine suitor, but as is her custom, it will be a decade of her time before natural to be wed. I shall make you a deal," Here it is, Roshaun thought, the catch, the string, the thing I'm not looking forward to.

"You have two and a half years to decide whether or not she is the one you wish to wed. If you decide yes, you have yet another two and a half years to wed. If you decide no, we will have to arrange a marriage for you."

Roshaun did the math, that would be ten years Dairine's time. He smiled, this just might work.

"Deal."

"Of course, if she is, indeed, the one, you will not only have to abide by our customs, but hers as well."

Roshaun nodded.

"You will be allowed to spend this time on her world if you wish. I will continue the kingly duties for the duration of time."

Roshaun could not believe his ears. "Father, you cannot…I cannot…"

"I do not mind. It's only a few more years. I shall manage."

"Okay then, Father, but, if you change your mind…"

Roshaun's father dismissed the statement with a wave of his hand. "You may go and tell the lady the news, if you wish. If not, you are, at least, dismissed."

Roshaun restrained himself from jumping for joy when he left the room. Yet something about this seemed too good.

After Roshaun left the dining room with his father, his mother led Dairine to a simple suite.

"You may stay here for as long as you need." She said and then left.

"Spot?" Dairine called.

I'm here.

"Can I go back to my real clothes?" within minutes, Dairine was standing there in her Star Wars T-shirt and cargo pants once again.

"Can you get my homework now?" she waited as Spot accessed and downloaded her homework.

She set to work, noticing that it was nearing nine o'clock on Earth. She would have to be home soon.

She worked her way through her homework and got a lot done. It was nearing 9:30 when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." she called, not looking away from Spot.

"Hello." Her head turned at the sound of his voice.

"I have good news."

AN: Well, I hoped you liked it. I will do my best to get the next chapter out soon.