A/N: /rubs hands together and glares story down/ Alright, ya nasty son of a bitch, let's do this.

Really, I should just dedicate the whole fic to Siby. Where would I be without her? I'm pleased to say the framework for the fic has been mostly thought out now, and it's like 95% thanks to Siby (basically that makes it a lot easier to write). And how the hell am I supposed to thank the fans on Tumblr? You're all amazing! Thank you for all the awesome support you've given this fic, both on here and through Tumblr! Without further ado, let's all enjoy the first 'normal' chapter since my hiatus way back, yeah?

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail

PART II
Chapter 14: Selfless or Selfish?
"'No matter what happens tomorrow, know that you're mine,' he murmured, much too quietly for Erza to hear him, for she was too lost in her own thoughts to concentrate much on what was being said to her. Closing his eyes, he continued pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. 'And that I'll never let you go, my sweet Scarlet.'"

Jellal woke up with an audible groan, rolling his neck to loosen up the muscles. Strong sunlight was pushing through the curtains, brightening up the room and indicating that it was late in the day. Despite all that, he felt no urge to get out of bed; instead, he tightened his hold around the redhead in his arms and pressed his nose into the delicate curve of her neck. The collective warmth from their bodies was soothing, and he couldn't help but smile softly as he took in their position.

Erza was curled up against his broad chest, nimble fingers clinging to his biceps as she snored lightly. Their legs were tangled together under the satin sheets, Jellal's arms wrapped around her in a protective manner. He could get used to waking up this way.

"Mhmergh," Erza moaned, burying her face farther into Jellal's chest. He glanced down at her, amused by her antics. He already could tell the scarlet-haired warrior was not a morning person-or, rather, she enjoyed her sleep. "Make the sunlight go away, Jellal."

He chuckled. "That's unfortunately a lot harder than you think, Erza."

She felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she took in their positions, but she did nothing to change them. Truth be told, the Magnolian had gotten no sleep the night before, and their close proximity was, really, the least of her worries. Something...something had triggered the nightmares again. She bit her lip roughly as they came rushing back to her, despite her awake state.

She was running, running faster than she had run before. Flames rose high above her, encasing her to the one path she was going down. The licks of bright reds, oranges, and yellows set her skin ablaze with heat, causing sweat to form underneath the tattered dress she wore. It was a black dress, backless and floor-length. She had a feeling the colour was symbolic...but what did it represent?

Suddenly, she would be surrounded by screams, the screeches echoing through the...village she was in. Was it a village? She'd always assume that it was houses that were being burnt down, houses with people in them. The thought brought about a sharp pang of guilt within her. She was a knight, bred to put citizens before her, but here she was, running away. Or was she running to someone?

She, Erza, rounded a corner sharply, skidding across the burnt cinders and ashes as she flailed to keep her balance. The castle, the almighty castle, was on fire, too. But...why couldn't she tell who's castle that was? Why couldn't she tell where, exactly, she was? Despite the fact making present-day Erza more than nervous, her past self didn't seem to notice anything but the castle.

"No, no, no!" She cried, before beginning to run towards it, stumbling across debris. The dress dragged behind her like dead weight, slowing her down albeit never stopping her. The strong stone blocks were crumbling before her very eyes, her body never seeming to reach the castle. Was it moving? At this point, Erza couldn't tell. She just knew, with a sickening feeling, that she was never going to reach it. Why would she never reach the damn castle?

Out of nowhere, she heard loud screams of pain and anger. They melded together, surrounding her, choking her...with a hiss of pain, Erza collapsed onto the ground, her gown spreading across the barren earth like ink spilling across a blank canvas. She could barely hold herself up on her arms, thin limbs struggling against the sudden physical weight of the screams.

What was going on?

And suddenly, someone was walking towards her, the smoke and dust in the air making it hard to see who it was. All Erza could make out was a silhouette, of a man with spiky hair, who was offering her a hand to hep her back to her feet. And she was reaching for it, still struggling to move, and their face lowered towards her as the world around them collapsed under the pressure of war...who was it?...she still couldn't tell...

And everything would fade to nothingness, signalling the end of the was unbelievably irked that it would never, ever continue past that point. Deep down, though, she knew who it was. She could just never place the hairstyle, nor the warmth she would feel when their hands brushed...almost as if it was repressed.

Jellal suddenly sat up, Erza going up with him due to their tangled limbs.

"Your family is probably already up," he glanced down at her, eyes twinkling. "I daresay all the food will be gone shortly, so let's hurry, hm?"

Offering him a chuckle of understanding, they pulled away from each other, and proceeded to move around the room. Jellal, ever the gentleman, let her take a shower first, insisting that she needed it more than he did much to her chagrin. Glaring at him all the while heading towards the bathroom, Erza couldn't help but admit to herself that the hot, steaming water did much to cleanse both her body and mind. She was quick, however, not wanting to waste the water. Just fifteen minutes later, her damp hair was combed through and she was dressed in a simplistic, gold dress; it was backless, strapless, and reached the floor, hiding her legs from view.

Erza stepped out of the bathroom, nodding for Jellal to go on ahead. Much like her, he didn't spend too long in the bathroom, and came out donning a tight, white dress shirt and a pair of black pants tucked into boots. And soon, they were off, walking towards the direction of the dining hall. As Jellal had predicted, the others were already up, chatting away aimlessly whilst stuffing their faces with food.

"Erza!" Natsu spoke up with a mouth full of food, chewed up pieces of meat spewing across the table. Lucy smacked the back of his head with a groan of disgust, crinkling her nose up at the sight of the food. "Mornin'!"

She rolled her eyes, smirking at Natsu and Lucy's bickering. It was oddly normal, in a time where they were struggling to even pretend to be happy. She followed Jellal to the duo empty seats in front of Laxus and Mira, settling into her chair and starting to pile food on her plate.

"How's your injury, Mira?" She asked, spooning some eggs into her mouth. The future queen of Magnolia smiled happily at her friend, tilting her head to the side.

"It'll heal nicely," she said reassuringly. "It was a smaller cut than I, we, anticipated, but you know head wounds tend to bleed more than other wounds. Doctor said I should rest today."

"I think that's a good game-plan for all of us," Laxus cut in gruffly, leaning back in his seat and wrapping an arm around Mira's shoulders. "Everyone needs time some to recuperate, and, as bad as it sounds, I'm positive the enemy accomplished whatever the hell it set out to do last night. I'm confused as to what that is, though."

"Their goal was to scare us."

All four heads snapped up, taking in the newcomers. Jellal's eyes widened a fraction as Mystogan and Wendy seated themselves at the table, Wendy beside Mira and Mystogan taking the final seat at the end of the table. Erza noted how the conversations all around the table died down as they all waited to learn their identities.

Jellal cleared his throat, eyes darting from face to face normally. Would they ever trust him again after he hid something so monumental from them all? Erza squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Everyone...this is Mystogan, one of my two brothers, and my little sister Wendy."

There was a pause, in which jaws fell and mouths opened with unspoken questions. Then-

"Mysty!"

Ultear's pregnant body threw itself into her older brother's arms as she pushed herself into his embrace. Mystogan blinked, thoroughly shocked, before his eyes softened and he hugged his little sister back.

"Hello, Ultear, it's been a while," he murmured.

"It's been a while? It's been a while?!" She sobbed. Well, Erza thought she was screeching, but everyone was allowed to have their own opinion. "It's been years, you jackass! Where the hel-Wendy!"

The poor, little girl looked so frightened that the others were almost inclined to step in. Dealing with a pregnant woman was something the Magnolians were all very, very familiar with, and it was a hell no child should ever have to go through. Ultear reached over and pulled the girl into her lap, Mystogan wincing slightly as his legs adjusted to the extra weight. Not that he couldn't handle it, it was just Ultear sat at an uncomfortable position. One that was cutting off the circulation to his legs.

"U-Uh, hello, Ultear-nee, it's nice to meet you finally," Wendy mumbled quietly, glancing at her brothers desperately for help. Jellal grinned at her predicament, taking in the reunion with a tender heart. They deserved some happiness, after the hell that was their childhood. Moreover, Ultear deserved some good news; Jellal was, however, shocked to see her back on her feet so soon after a near-death experience. His stomach dropped at the reminder of the image of his sister's still body on the floor, surrounded by blood. Soon, breakfast and the many conversations continued, leaving the occupants of the end of the table to continue on with their conversation.

"So their goal was to scare us," Laxus mused out loud. "Hell, I take back what I said earlier. All they managed to do was infuriate us."

Erza nodded slowly, continuing to eat. Her friends, who'd seemingly gotten there much sooner than she and Jellal did, were all nearly finished eating, some already having put their plates back. "I do, however, agree with part of what you said earlier...we deserve a day off. It'll do good for our minds."

Jellal, tearing his gaze away from his redhead wife for a moment, caught Mystogan's face as he looked between Erza and Jellal; it was one of contemplation, a more neutral look than anything. And for some reason, it made Jellal uneasy.

"Well, I think we're going to head out front," Mira began, rising from her seat. "We'll see you for dinner, I presume? Since this serves as an extremely late breakf-well, it's past lunchtime too..."

Erza smiled at her long-time friend and rival, following suite and standing. Glancing back at Jellal, she raised an eyebrow. "Got any plans?"

The man blinked, glancing up at her before get to his own feet as well, an arm wrapping around her waist. Jellal gently guided her out of the dining hall as her friends and family dispersed, leading them through the main hallway in the direction of the door that would lead them into the castle gardens. The gardens were easily his most favourite place in the world, and it was a place he found himself enjoying sharing with his wife, who appreciated the tranquility as much as he did. Erza let him lead her to wherever he wanted to go, keen on some downtime before things got inevitably hectic yet again.

"How long were you involved with warfare before all of this nonsense with Zeref began?" Jellal coudn't help but ask as they made the descent into the garden. He was realizing that, two months into their marriage, he still didn't know anything about her. Erza took a glance at their entwined hands and blushed, biting the inside of her cheek. There was something...so familiar about the gesture that she couldn't place. And it was killing her not to know.

"Well, since I was a teen," she began to explain, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts of confusion. She would deal with it later; right now, all that mattered was getting some much needed relaxation. Thinking too hard was the complete opposite of that gesture. "I grew up in the castle back in Magnolia, grew up with the utmost respect for the knights that went out and served our kingdom with their lives. It was a given that I'd follow in their footsteps, it's just..."

Jellal waited for a moment, but when she didn't continue he turned his attention away from the roses to give her a questioning look. "It's just what, Erza?"

"I never thought I'd get myself tangled into a war of this magnitude," she murmured quietly, embarrassed by her musings. What had she expected, then? For the job to be as easy as the knights made it seem? "Though I most certainly don't regret the decisions I've made to get to where I am today."

Jellal was quiet, both of them having stopped their stroll to stare at the crimson roses that grew in abundance. He gazed at the bushes, absentmindedly comparing the hue of the flowers to Erza's hair. Scarlet...an intoxicating shade of scarlet. He blinked, the thought ringing alarm bells in his head; had he made that comparison before? The memory was muddled, albeit in his head, but it was just out of his reach.

He decided to instead concentrate on Erza's words.

"Does that mean...you do not regret the decision to marry me? However sudden?" His mouth went dry as soon as the words were out in the open, and he quietly wondered to himself, desperately, what her answer would be. He knew how badly it would sting if she proclaimed that it had been the one decision she regretted, but on the other hand, confirmation of her previous statement, he knew, would elate him much more than it should have.

"No, Jellal," she murmured quietly, biting her lip and turning her flaming face away from him. She tried to move away from his to avoid the embarrassment of having to say it to his face, but he was quicker; gently grabbing her wrist, he pulled her back to his side, bringing her other hand up to hold her waist. The duo locked eyes, their breathes quickening as they stared at each other. With a wobbling voice, Erza finished her words. "I don't regret marrying you, not one bit."

"Good, because I don't either," he responded quietly, smiling at her. "I know I'm hard to put up with, and I know these last two months were hard on you, us, but I promise I'll make u-"

"Jellal."

Both royals jumped, startled, as Mystogan and Wendy made an appearance, the former gazing at his brother intensely. Mystogan's eyes took in their joint position, took in the look in their eyes, before he sighed inaudibly to himself and gestured at his brother. "We need to talk."

Eyeing his brother, he noticed the look of guilt that crossed over his facial features, a sharp twinge of worry flitting through Jellal's veins. Clearly, whatever his brother had to tell him had to do with Erza...and that frightened him. Shaking his head slowly, he returned his attention to the redhead, kissing her forehead softly and propelling her in the direction of the castle.

"Go spend time with your family," he advised, with a gentle smile. "I'll see you in a bit."

The two brothers watched the redheaded warrior disappear into the castle, for entirely different reasons. Wendy glanced between them nervously, before meeting Mystogan's eyes and nodding slightly in agreement before flitting away to explore the gardens.

"You have something to tell me," Jellal noted, clasping his hands behind his back as he glanced at his older brother through the corner of his eye. The look on his face was the cause of the uncomfortable turning of Jellal's stomach; whatever Mystogan had to say, it wasn't pleasant. "Something about...Erza?"

Mystogan nodded in confirmation, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He knew his words would most likely upset his brother, push their bond even further past the breaking point than it already was, but the words...they had to be said. He, Mystogan, would not fail a second time; he let out a dry chuckle. He'd failed more than twice by now. Hell, he could've prevented the whole damn war if he acted accordingly. Nonetheless, he would fix things...no matter what it took.

"The danger for all of us, and all the innocents of the kingdoms, has just begun," he murmured, bandanna pulled down around his neck. Mystogan eyed the roses in front of him almost warily, his mind conjuring up the image of burning roses, delicate petals set aflame and crumbling into black dust before scattering into nothingness. It was almost true of their situation. He cracked a small, bitter smile; hell, it was true of their situation. They were being set on fire and he could only hope to put it out before it was too late.

"That's understandable, and common knowledge," Jellal frowned at his brother. "Despite the war that has been brewing for quite some time now, evident in Magnolia's words...the true fight has yet to come."

"They've been testing us," Mystogan agreed, voice light. "Faust, Zeref, Siegrain...they've only just begun. This war, Jellal, could quite possibly end our existence. We have no idea what powers they possess...quite honestly, that thought worries me beyond belief."

Jellal stiffened, Mystogan's words donning on him. He knew something Jellal didn't...something extremely important. What was it? Why did his brother look so...solemn? "You know something."

Mystogan chuckled dryly. "I know many things, little brother. I know of the whispers in the dark, the sinister actions of the people leading the war...I know of the blood that is soon to be shed, the lives that are to be lost...and it kills me that I know so much. Knowledge is but a burden, Jellal, a burden I've kept away from you and everyone of this kingdom for as long as fate would allow me."

"You know of what will happen between Erza and I," it was more of a statement than a question; Jellal turned completely towards his brother, a sickening feeling in his gut. The look on the man's face was answer enough.

"This...relationship you have with her...Jellal, the two of you being together is going to cause the most bloodshed out of all. You're going to have innocent blood on your hands, whether you like it or not, be it if you continue your relationship with her."

Mystogan watched the emotions fly across his brother's face, who didn't even bother to hide it. He felt a dull pang of guilt echo through him at the utter anguish on his brother's face, but the words had to be said. Jellal needed to know the consequences, needed to know how many people would suffer if he made the decision to be selfish.

"You're telling me to let her go," Jellal's voice was surprisingly flat for the amount of emotions currently raging through him. Both men watched Wendy walk around the garden with a bright smile on her face, taking in the endless plants and chatting with the workers. For some damn reason, he found himself struggling to be mad at Mystogan for what he suggested. He found he couldn't be mad at the man, having missed his brother too much over the years to truly be bitter about anything.

"I'm not telling you to do anything, Jellal," Mystogan's voice was uncharacteristically gentle; no, not uncharacteristically...more like he was using a voice that he never used with Jellal anymore. It lit a fire of remembrance through the younger man, but was quelled almost immediately by the ache of conflict. Mystogan carried on, knowing Jellal had to hear the words to make a strong, logical decision. "I just want you to know the choices you have. Erza has a kind heart, has the traits to lead a kingdom...but if fate carries on the way it's written, there won't be a kingdom for her, you, to rule."

Mystogan turned away from the roses, stretching out his fingers as he averted his gaze away from his brother. Making eye contact with Wendy, he motioned towards the castle, picking her up once she came running towards him. She was his sheltered angel; nobody would harm Wendy. That was the one thing he refused to let happen, but hell if he didn't try to keep his other siblings safe. Being the oldest came with that responsibility, and it was one that he had been sorely neglecting for the last few years. He began walking, only throwing a few last words over his shoulder towards his brother.

"I'm done making choices for you, Jellal...doing so in the first place had been a huge mistake and I'm sorry for it. I can only hope you forgive me."

After leaving Jellal and Mystogan to have their talk, Erza went back into the castle in search of her friends and family. And she found them, out front, clustered on the front stairs and in deep conversation. If she were to guess what the topic of the conversation was based off facial expressions and voice tones, she'd be able to determine it wasn't a great conversation immediately.

"What's going on?" She asked, effectively gaining everyone's attention as she settled down on the steps. Laxus glanced at her, anger still evident in his eyes. Erza, ever observant, noted Mira seated farther away from him; she frowned. Mira's always at Laxus' side...come to think of it, seems this is a standoff between the women and men. Just what the hell is going on?

"You need our help," Levy spoke up without acknowledging Erza, chin tilting upwards in a valiant act of defiance. She was staring at Gajeel with an emotion akin to bitterness in her eyes. "Stop acting like you don't!"

"And you stop acting like that's a good fucking idea, shorty," Gajeel growled, suddenly standing and glaring down at his wife. "Half of you are pregnant-"

"-Just because we're pregnant-!" Lucy interrupted, only to be cut off by a more than surprised Gray, who's head whipped towards the blonde.

"You're pregnant too?! When the hell did this happened?! Salamander-"

"Being pregnant doesn't mean they're useless-" Levy tried to continue, only to be shut down, yet again, by an irate Gajeel.

"No, it means you're a fucking liability, pregnant or not!"

The argument came to a tense standstill as Levy's eyes began to glisten; a telltale sign of tears. Gajeel, sighing and snarling under his breath about 'women being fucking difficult' and 'mates being even worse', reached over and pulled the petite woman into his arms and held her close, possessively, before sitting down with her in his lap. Levy promptly proceeded to bury her face into his chest.

"Like it or not, we're here to stay," Mira's voice was soft, albeit firm. Laxus' eyes locked on her frame, taking in the pristine bandages wrapped around her light tresses. The white of the soft material was stained with just a touch of blood, the red extremely noticeable. Even hours after the battles, hours after holding each other near and whispering sweet comfort, the sight of his wife donning an injury still made his blood boil.

"You're all staying?" Erza began questioningly, giving her friends a stern, confused look. Not that she wasn't happy for them to stay with her after such a long time apart, but she was worried over the state of their homeland. "Who's guarding Magnolia?"

"The rest of the knights," Laxus explained. "Cobra is with them, too."

She frowned, the name ringing a bell within her. "The dragon-slayer from the camp a few months ago?"

Natsu nodded, forgetting the argument mere moments ago and grinning at the redhead. "Yup! Turns out Kinana is his mate! He was just angry at Magnolia a few months ago because he thought we were at fault for her memory loss and stuff."

She accept the answered with a nod and a barely noticeable smile, before sitting down and addressing the matter at hand. "So...the ladies are staying, yes?"

A mixture of 'yes' and 'of course not!' answered her question, spoken with such volume that the castle workers currently outside glanced over at them in alarm, causing Erza to wince. It was rare for them to ever have an issue that couldn't be solved in a matter of minutes. In those cases, Erza usually had an opinion that would end the debate, but here? Here, she could see reason with both sides.

"Well...we'll figure it out when the time comes," she tried to reason. "Whether it be for physical back-up, or emotional support, the women are useful, and are a force to be reckoned with, Gajeel, and don't you forget that."

They all grumbled and muttered things under their breath sans Natsu, who reached out for his grumpy mate and pulled her back into his arms, a hand resting against her abdomen in an obvious show of affection. Erza smiled at the sight, gazing at all her friends as they slowly ended up beside their significant others again.

"So...do we have a plan for taking on the army?" Gray brought up, Juvia tucked into his side. The woman was quiet, but Erza figured the state of her pregnancy was weighing down heavily on her shoulders. She was glad to see her here, though, because it meant her health was well enough for travel. "Or are we going to go with the traditional plan of 'improvise and kill'?"

"That's never failed us before," Gajeel shrugged, a sadistic grin twisting his lips. "Never hasn't been fun, either."

Erza rolled her eyes. Leave it to her friends to consider going into a war of this magnitude without a plan. "No, no...this is much bigger than any other fight we've been in before. We'll need a plan; a good, solid, well-thought out plan, at that."

"Erza's right," Laxus spoke up. "But...I have a better question."

They all glanced at him.

"Since when was Lucy pregnant?"

And that's how their day continued, the Magnolians sitting upon the front steps joking and laughing with each other, making up for the lost two months. Erza realized how much she'd missed her family during those short hours they spent together, forgetting the war on their hands, but soon, too soon, it was time to go back inside for the sun was beginning to set.

They all made their way to the dining hall, Erza frowning slightly once she realized Jellal wasn't there yet. Was he still outside with Mystogan? It would make, she supposed; the two of them hadn't had a proper conversation in years. There was probably a lot to talk about. Then she remembered the way Mystogan had looked at her in the morning. Almost as if...he felt sorry for her. But why? Did he know something she didn't?

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Natsu, who yelled for her attention. Shaking her head, Erza sat down and began to eat, absentmindedly answering questions and throwing in her own opinion here and there. The whole time, though, her mind was on her husband and his mysterious brother. Wendy was nowhere to be found, either, she realized. Maybe she was reading too far into it. Maybe they were spending time together. That had to be the case...right?

Jellal didn't show up until it was getting late and her friends were heading to bed. Without offering an explanation, he reached for Erza's hand and began leading them out of the room, in the direction of their chambers.

Holding hands, they went up the stairs and entered their bedroom chambers. Erza glanced at her husband from the corner of her eyes, taking in the way he watched her move around the room. As if there was something heavy on his mind. She mentally smacked herself; of course there was something on his mind, they had a war on their hands! But she couldn't help but feel it was something...else.

What had Mystogan said to him?

"Jellal?" She moved over to him, a slender hand grabbing onto his sleeve. "Is...is everything alright?"

He turned his attention onto her, drinking in her features. She was so...perfect. They were fire and ice and sunlight and moonlight...and apparently they would be destruction and chaos in the near future. How could something so beautiful be so sinister?

"I don't want to...die with regrets," he spoke softly, caressing her cheek. "I don't want to die thinking I missed my chance to show you how much I care."

"J-Jellal...what're you saying...?" Where were these thoughts coming from? Yes, they were thoughts that every man, or woman, had, but this was the first time Jellal ever brought it up. At least with her.

"Let me show you how much I truly...care for you, Erza," he murmured.

And suddenly, his lips were on her's, and she knew what he was asking of her.

Erza screwed her eyes shut as Jellal continued to explore her mouth, the sensations and emotions eerily familiar; the trepidation, however, was lost on her in the heat of the moment. She wanted this, him, so bad. It was an ever-burning flame of desire deep within her, licking at her insides and rearing its head. He wasn't the only one who didn't want to die with regrets. Their lives could end tomorrow; why not take the chance while they still had it?

"No matter what happens tomorrow, know that you're mine," he murmured, much too quietly for Erza to hear him, for she was too lost in her own thoughts to concentrate much on what was being said to her. Closing his eyes, he began pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. "And that I'll never let you go, my sweet Scarlet."

He guided their entwined bodies to the bed, dropping them down and pressing her back into the sheets. Erza's eyes opened lazily, watching the ultramarine kiss his way back down her throat. The curtains were opened a mere fraction, allowing small slivers of moonlight to shine throughout the room. It wasn't much light, but it was enough for the duo to see each other in the dark. Tea-green irises locked onto her muddy browns, a respective understanding passing between the two adults. And it was then that Jellal found the answer to Mystogan's question, deep within his queen's eyes.

But that would have to wait.

He smirked subtly against her skin as they returned to their previous actions; he found himself enjoying the havoc he was wrecking on her body. His facial expression faded, however, once he realized what he was about to do. What he was planning to wasn't fair to the redhead, was it? She deserved to know, didn't she? Jellal shook his head, pressing another kiss to her lips in a fiery exchange of passion and adoration, tinged with a hint of desperation.

He'd always been a selfish man.

A/N: Here's a fun fact...the alternate title for this chapter was 'Calm Before the Storm'; kinda gives you an idea of what's going, non? ;)

So...thoughts? Predictions? Will Jellal go through with what Mystogan asked of him or will he be too selfish to let her go? And so...Mystogan does know why things are so erratic and confusing between our royal dorks! As always, I love reading your reviews and thoughts, thanks for waiting on my sorry ass for this chapter!