FPOV:

Enna woke up screaming. She must have had a bad dream.

I tried to keep her quiet, in case there were scouts around, but she just kicked and bit me. Once I had her pinned, she burst in tears. Again. I rocked her back and forth, soothing her and talking to her, but I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about how odd she had been acting. She must have been beyond stressed.

I had to fix this.

We couldn't go on like this, running and hiding, with no plans. Not to mention the fact that we had nomoney.

I looked down into my love's face and saw that the tears had stopped and she was asleep again. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't do this to her. I had to take care of her, and that did not encompass walking about the forest aimlessly, in constant danger and need.

I thought for hours into the night about what I could do to protect her.

Somewhere along the line, I slipped into a peaceful sleep, and dreamt about our wedding. When I woke again, the sun was rising. I could see the pink and orange sky through little patches in the bush in which we were still hiding.

I sighed, my mind going back to the train of thought it had been on before I fell asleep.

Enna stirred slightly next to me, and moaned incomprehensibly.

I chuckled quietly, and she rolled over, facing away from me.

How could I resist a little fun at a time where I so desperately wanted and needed to feel happy?

I nudged her shoulder with one hand as I supported myself on one elbow. She sighed, still sleeping. She had twigs and leaves tangled in her long hair.

I lightly shook her shoulder again, and she sleepily tried to slap my hand away unsuccessfully.

I laughed loudly this time.

"Enna…" I whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm," replied the barely conscious Enna.

"Oh, Enna…"

"Finnnnn..." she groaned. She was getting annoyed with me.

"Enna…come one, honey."

She didn't move.

I sighed. "Enna-"

She shot up and turned to glare at me.

"Finn! Will you just shut up? I'm trying to sleep here!"

She tried to look angry, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, while I tried to hold my laughter. Needless to say, I failed.

She sighed, irritated and still glaring at me.

Instead of lying down again, she stretched her arms above her head and yawned.

She looked about and frowned. I frowned, too. Take care of Enna. She was my first priority in all of this.

"So, what are we doing today?" she asked, as if reading my mind. She was never good at holding a grudge.

"We are gonna get you out of this bush and to somewhere a bit...better."

"Okay, then. And where might that be?"

I sighed. All night I had thought about this and come up with no answer. The only possibility I had thought of involved talking to our parents, but I knew that would be tough on her.

"Enna, I really don't know. I think it would be best if we talked to our parents and-"

"No. I can't do that to them. I can't see them and make them feel that way..." she trailed off.

"They're already worried about your disappearance, Enna."

"Well, sure, but we'll send them a message. No way am I going to face them and give them the chance to stay in the castle. No, no, no. No."

She seemed sure of this, and as long as she was with me, I honestly didn't care where we went or what we did. As long as she was happy and with me.

I nodded absentmindedly.

She spoke again. "What about the countryside?" She cocked her head to the side, daring me to disagree.

I blinked, startled. She didn't honestly want to live as a farming peasant, did she? But, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Royalty would never lower themselves to visit there, let alone live "in the filth". It would be completely unexpected of us, and I doubted they would even look for us there.

"Well, Enna. You thought about it for a moment and immediately came up with a better solution than I was able to think up all night."

She smiled, happy to help.

"But do you really want to live as a peasant? I want to take care of you, Enna, and we could always come up with something better."

"No, Finn, it's fine. I was never one for royalty and maids and silver anyways. I'll be perfectly happy anywhere I go."

I smiled at her. Always the agreeable one.

"Okay, we'll consider it. But, first, we really need to go to some town and get a few things."

She turned white. Crap. She was remembering the soldier's party.

"No, it's okay. I'll make sure there's no knight even close to the village, I swear. Then, we can get some real disguises. We'll make ourselves look like regular people."

She nodded her understanding.

We walked along until we came upon yet another village. It was small, just a few long buildings making up the center. There were small houses along the edges of the meadow it all sat in.

I quickly pulled Enna over to a particularly large cottage with the laundry hung out to dry. Enna didn't seem too happy about stealing, but we had to get shabbier clothes, so I told her to wait behind a stone fence near the woods.

I ran quickly over to the clothes. I pulled off a pair of worn pants and a button-up shirt that looked to be my size, and a small, pretty blue dress for Enna. I ran and dove back behind the fence and tossed her the outfit. We dressed quickly and she pulled her hair up into a sloppy bun. I smudged some dirt on my cheeks, trying to keep with the "poor" persona. It may have been overdramatic, but it would work.

When we were ready, we stepped out from behind the stones and started walking towards town, hand in hand.

We were able to shop without anyone noticing us, and it was a good thing I had taken money with me when I left, because we needed all the basics. We hid our map, food, canteens, and blankets in a tree, and walked back to the town tavern and restaurant.

There was a considerable crowd gathering around one table, talking loudly. We sat down and were just starting to plan out our peasant-life, when a middle-age man with a round stomach waddled over.

Enna cringed at the proximity, seeing as he could recognize us, but he was drunk, and could barely focus his eyes on us correctly.

"Are you two traveling through Kildenzo? You been her before?" he asked.

I looked at Enna through the corner of my eye, and put my arm around her shoulder. I smirked and said, "Something like that."

"Well, I'd advise ya to keep on a-moving. Don't wanna get yerself caught up in the war, now do ya?"

We stared at him blankly. My brow furrowed and my mouth pulled down into a deep frown. "What war?"

He laughed loud and drunkedly. "The war between the kingdoms, acourse. Wha, you been hidin under a rock?" He laughed again.

"Who is the war between?" I questioned, looking him straight in the eyes, seeming a little harsher than I had meant. But, if he was talking about what I thought he was talking about…but...I needed to know.

He frowned at my rudeness, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Kildenzo an' Isilee."

I heard Enna inhale sharply next to me. My eyes widened. "What's it about, then?"

"Ha. It's all over the prince and princess. The royal families are accusin each other of kidnapping each others heirs. Bunch a brats if ya ask me. Probably ran off together or somethin…" he muttered.

"Oh my god," Enna whispered, pushing tighter into my side.

I gaped at him. He was looking at me strangely. "What?" I asked sharply.

He shook his head. "Whatever. I don't know about you two…" he said, eying Enna and I.

"How do you know about this?"

"The fighting?"

"Yes, of course, the fighting," I snapped. I wasn't usually so rude to people, but he had information crucial to Enna and I, and he was being stupid about it.

He snorted at me, and pointed to a notice taped to the small front window of the building. I pulled Enna out of our bench and walked over quickly. Sure enough, it was just as the man had said.

It was true.

Our own kingdoms were at war with each other.