Umm, since I just finished watching episode 18, "A Time for Confessions", and since there aren't that many Tylor fics out there, I thought I'd write this.

The characters, places, and events mentioned in this story do not belong to me.

The last thing she said to him was "I hate you."
Nothing could have been further from the truth, but if he died, he would die thinking that.

:: There's no shortage of THOSE guys around ::

"Yes there is!" Azalyn silently yelled, banging her fist against the wall. He was the only one! The only man she'd ever felt this way about...the only man, she knew, that she'd ever feel this way about. And if he should leave her - well then, she'd just die on old maid.

was that word again. Her father had died. And Peco-Peco -- well, Peco-Peco had left her too. But this new and strange and wonderfully silly boy couldn't die! He musn't! She couldn't lose him so soon after having only just found him, and without having told him what he meant to her.

Wasn't it said in all the old fairy tales, that whenever a girl's teardrops fell on the one she loved, he would be healed? Well, she certainly had cried over her Paco-Paco, but so far no such miracles had come of it. Then again, the men in the stories were all princes, and everyone had made it painfully obvious to her that Tylor was no prince. And no Raalgon either.

But why did everyone care so much about that? It was her own personal business, not theirs. And it wasn't like she was asking them to marry him. Or, she guessed she ought to say...marry him if he survived. And even if did he survive, would she ever really be able to tell him how she felt? Could her love overcome all the rules that came along with her position as Empress and his as a leader of enemy forces?

Her head ached from the endless questioning - questioning whether he would live, questioning whether she could be with him, and questioning whether he even cared if she cared. Finally, she closed her stinging eyes and stretched out on the cold metal floor. It's coolness soothed her burning face, hot from the tracks of bitter tears and the despair of love unconfessed.

And although it was not known to the Empress, something deep in the unconscious captain's heart was already inextricably tied to hers, and he knew he would try his best to be strong. For now, though, just one sentiment escaped his heart, and followed the link to the slumbering beauty.

"Sleep well, sweet Azalyn"

In her sleep, the girl smiled.