Chapter Six

Terra sat on the large bed, her legs curled up towards her chest. 'Why would he want to kill me?' she thought as the door opened. 'I mean...he said he was 'simply to kill me' as if Kefka or someone programmed that into him...'
"Terra?" the voice called out. She turned head softly, seeing Edgar standing right in front of her. "Terra, are you ok?"
"I'm fine..." 'I feel like an outsider again...'
Edgar sat on the bed, rubbing her arms softly. "We're trying to get every piece of information out of him..."
'...why though?' she thought, not bothering to even ask. "Ok..."
Edgar knew there was something wrong; she was being short with him. Edgar pulled her into a hug, making sure she knew he was there for her. "What's really wrong, now?"
"Nothing, Edgar..."
"That's a flat out lie and both you and I know it. Look, this is supposed to be your vacation. What do you want to do?" Edgar was standing up now, waiting for her to do so also.
"I don't care..."
"Fine then, get something nice on. We're going to an opera. Is that ok with you?" Terra was now looking up at him. "Whichever opera you want to see, I'll request that it be played. Just tell me now so I can send a messenger there."
"Aria de Mezzo Caraterre?"
"Sure. Now, get dressed. We'll be leaving shortly."

Of course, the king of Figaro got the best seats in the house. Terra had never been to an opera before, but read the novel of Aria de Mezzo Caraterre. She also had Celes teach her every word to the script, and it was like Terra could perform herself. But she would never do such a thing.
She looked over at Edgar, who watched in a thoughtful position as the climax began. It was the fight between Draco and King Ralse, with Maria standing off to the side.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Edgar whispered into her ear. She turned softly, inches away from his soft lips.
"Oh...yes, it is..." She turned her head back towards the stage, watching Draco suddenly stab Ralse in the chest. A small gasp escaped her lips, as Ralse fell gracefully to the ground.
Edgar let off a small laugh, watching Maria and Draco wrap their arms around each other. The music suddenly grew louder, but smoother, and the curtains fell. "Wonderful job, again."
The people in the auditorium stood up, applauding loudly. "It was beautiful," she sighed softly. "If only life could really be like a play or an opera. Everything perfect."
"Is that what's wrong? You're life isn't suiting your dreams?" Edgar placed a hand onto her back, staring deep at the small crystals that decorated her hair.
Terra shook her head, walking towards the exit. "I don't know. I've read so many plays, and dreamt about fulfilling them, but it doesn't matter."
Edgar sighed, shaking his head as he walked down the steps behind her. "I really do want to know what's wrong."
"You really want to know?" She walked out of the door, towards the carriage that awaited for them.
"Of course I do!" Edgar leaped in, taking the chocobos' reigns and smacking them gently against their bodies. With a small kweh, they trotted off onto the trail. "So, tell me."
"...The whole thing with Gogo. I just don't get why he was told to kill me...it's...frightening." Edgar smiled softly, glad that he could be her protector.
"Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you."
"It's not only that, Edgar," she said sternly. She took a deep breath, staring towards the sky. With a soft and passionate voice, she said, "It's also the way you are."
Edgar abruptly stopped the carriage, staring towards her. "What do you mean 'the way I am'?"
"Well, let me see here, all the maids, and any female diplomat, and Relm, and even with me! I just don't know if you're joking around or if your dead serious!"
Edgar's mouth stayed shut, tight. He placed a calm hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Is that all?"
She stayed silent for some time, thinking for a little bit. "Yes, that's all that has been bothering me..."
Edgar released her shoulder, turning towards the front. 'Damn it, why do you ALWAYS have to be a flirt!' Edgar gripped the reigns tightly, and then released them. "What will make you believe me, then?"
Terra sighed, grasping onto Edgar and embracing him sweetly with her arms. "Why can't you just shower one girl with attention rather than fifteen million?"
He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her, and rubbing her back. "You want me to shower one girl with attention?" She nodded softly. "And what girl did you have in mind?"
'Me, you idiot! Who else would it be!' she screamed into her thoughts, but the complete opposite came out of her mouth. "I don't know."
Edgar continued to rub her back, grasping the reigns with his other hands. Again, he smacked the reigns against the chocobos', causing them to trot off. "Well, how about that one diplomat from Tzen? She seemed really nice." Edgar had a winning grin across his face, teasing her.
'No...not her! Me!' she wanted to scream out. Terra pulled away from Edgar, staring around. "I guess she did seem pretty nice. And she's beautiful, too."
Edgar stared in disbelief at Terra. 'Why do you always have to tease!' his thoughts echoed in his mind. "Yes, she is very beautiful. And powerful, too."
Terra had tears dwelling up in her eyes, but only shook them away. 'Fine, if he wants to play the jealousy game, I can too!' she decided in her mind. "Setzer said something interesting to me..."
Edgar's eyes lit up with fear. "Oh, and what is that?"
"It's nothing, really. Just something silly. He was probably drunk when he said it, too!" Terra fought back tears as much as she could.
"What did he say, Terra?"
"Well, he said that I was so beautiful, even a single desert rose could never compare to me. Silly, isn't it?"
Edgar gripped the reigns tighter, frowning. "He did, did he?"
"Yes...he did..." There was a brief moment of silence before Edgar pulled the reigns to stop the chocobos. "What's wrong?"
"Terra," he said. He clasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, staring deep into her eyes. "Terra..."
"What is it, Edgar?"
"Do you love me?" The question not only shocked Terra, but Edgar as well. "I...I am so sorry, Terra..."
"...I don't know if I do or if I don't, Edgar..."
More shock conquered over him. "What about Setzer?"
"Edgar, I don't know anything, ok? I don't know if I love you, I don't know if I even want to live anymore!" Edgar's mouth hung open, as suddenly long awaited tears dripped from her eyes. "I've been alone for so long, Edgar! Sometimes, I wish that Kefka would come back and kill me!"
He was now hugging her. 'You dumb idiot! You should never play with Terra's heart, didn't you learn that before?' He felt her tears hit his chest, even through two shirts. "Calm down, Terra...it's ok, I'm here for you..."
"Edgar...I..."
"Hush, you don't have to say another word..." Edgar lifted her head gently up towards his face, and kissed her gently.

He opened the door, picking Terra up, and still kissing her. With his foot, he closed the door quietly, not to wake anyone. "Edgar," she mumbled as he continued to kiss her.
"Hmm?" he whispered, now kissing her neck and throat.
She closed her eyes, holding onto him as he laid her on the bed. He straddle her, and bent down to kiss her again, very ferociously. "Edgar...I hate you so much..."
A smirk flew across his face as he kept kissing her. "You don't mind me doing this, do you?"
"Not at all," she whispered hoarsely. 'Or at least...I hope not...'

Terra awoke slowly, her whole body throbbing with pain. She sat up slowly, her eyes gradually opening. Suddenly, she remembered last night, and sank into the bed again. She searched to the right off her, but no sign of him. She searched to the left, and no sign of him. "Edgar?" she called out.
She wrapped the one sheet around her naked body and stood up, searching the room. His clothes from the night before were missing, along with her own. She walked towards the two drawers that were filled with her clothes, and pulled out her usual outfit. Just as she was getting changed, there was a soft knock on the door. "Lady Terra?" It was the Chancellor.
"I'll be right there!" she called out. She tied on her sarong and opened the door. "What is it?"
"A letter from his majesty and a few gifts as well." Chancellor handed her an envelope along with a flat velvet box.
"Why thank you. Do you know where Edgar is at?"
Chancellor smiled, picking up two dozen roses. "From your garden, Lady Terra." She took them, smiling the whole time. "And his majesty is at a meeting with a few diplomats. He should be done with them soon. Also, open the gift before the letter. Have a wonderful day, Lady Terra."
And with that, he was off. Terra set the roses onto the messy bed, along with the letter. She opened the small box, finding a double headed coin and a silver necklace with Figaro's symbol as the pendant.
She walked over to the bed, setting the gift box down, and opened the letter. 'Dearest Terra, Forgive me for not giving you your gifts myself. So many meetings this morning. I hope you slept very well. I know I did. The reason I gave you my double headed coin is because I want you to make my tough decisions for me. The necklace belonged to my father. It's one of the treasures of Figaro. Did you like the roses? Do you think that the gardener is doing a wonderful job? I hope so. Whenever you get the chance, please come into the throne room. Perhaps then, I could get all of those diplomats out of there! Love, Edgar.'
She placed the letter down, smiling almost dreamily. She set the roses onto the windowsill in a decorative matter. She grabbed the small box and walked out of the room in a dreamy state.