Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell. Would like to own Jason Behr, but don't. Okay.

A/N: This is my take on the life on Antar, just before war breaks out. See how my Antar plays out. ;). I'm not very good with the title and summary thing, so if anyone else has other ideas for a title, please feel free to say whatever.

I gave the money different names in this story :D. Here they are,
Cantarian=penny
Kezzel=dollar
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She stood in white on the stone veranda of the palace, gazing over the lake that panned out in her eyesight. It was so large, you couldn't see the other side. So vast to be thought an ocean, yet not. So many secrets in it though...

She shook her head slowly, holding back the tears as the wind blew softly around her. She looked at a finger of land protruding into the waters. Another woman, her hair in a two braids that encircled her head like a crown, the remaining layers hanging down. Her name was Moira, and she was this woman's best friend. A man stood behind her and you could tell they were speaking although Moira was turned away. He put his hands on her shoulders, whispered into her ear and she shrugged him off. He said one more thing and Moira began to weep, her hands over her eyes as he gazed back at her for a moment that seemed to be an eternity, then walked away.

The scarf like curtain separating the ballroom and the outside billowed in the cool night wind. She looked again at the lake and the moon's reflection bouncing off it and her eyes blurred. The moon was full that night, a reminder of everything she wanted to forget.

"I can see the moon and the stars in your eyes..."

She shook her head at the memory, striving to forget. He was engaged now, and she couldn't think of him like that. It was then she heard the footsteps behind her.

"Your highness." She whispered without turning. The footsteps stopped and she felt his warm hands upon her shoulders and her heart began to beat erratically. Her face flushed in anticipation of what couldn't and wouldn't come and she pulled away.

"Elora..." He whispered. "Please turn. Please." She did as requested but didn't meet his eyes, eyes she knew by heart. The imprint of them would be imbedded inside her heart and soul forever.

"Sire." She said, grabbing the ends of her scarves on her dress as she dropped a quick curtsy. He then touched his bent index finger to her chin.

"You do not have to bow to me. You know I love you." His voice was raw and longing. She yanked her head away though and turned.

"But I do not love you." She said in a harsh whisper.

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

"You do love me." He said. "You do." She turned then, her will gone. She had been fighting this since his parents announced the arranged marriage 3 months earlier. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she was unwilling to let them flow.

"You're right, I do. But I cannot." She growled, curling her hand into a fist as she clenched the scarves of her dress. "I will not." With a shake of her head, she rushed past him as she held her skirts up. She made it to a clearing beyond the palace before she stopped and kneeled within the brush, heavy sobs racking her body.

"Elora..." A voice said. She jumped at first, then began to quickly wipe her face in an attempt to hide her emotion. Unfortunately the owner of the voice was not tricked.

"Rath." She whispered. "Just go home."

"Oh no, dear sister." He said, kneeling by her side. "I won't leave. Now. Tell me why you cry, what troubles you so." Her eyes flashed in frustration and anger as she met his own.

"You ask me such a question when I know your heart is enduring the same, dear brother?" Her question was tipped almost with venom and he jerked away, feeling the sting as he thought back to only moments before on the lakes shore. But he didn't falter and put his arms around his twin.

"Elora, you must let this go. I do love Moira, but she is engaged to be wed, and the day after next she will leave and I will not see her for a time." He squeezed her shoulder to emphasize his sympathy. "It will help. You will find another."

She laughed dryly, tears still flowing. She then stopped and shook her head for a few moments before uttering more, in words less than a whisper.

"Yes, I will. But will that man be able to accept the child that I carry within me?" Her brother's eyes grew at the revelation.

"You are carrying Zan's child?" He asked incredulously. She rose, looking over the lake.

"Like Moira, I will leave day after morrow." She said, not looking toward him. "The king will be told I found a suitor, as will the rest of Antar." She cocked her neck to the side so he could see but a profile of her wet cheeks. "Only you, mother and father know. I will raise the child alone, somewhere far. And mayhap..." She stopped, turning with a smile. "Mayhap I will see you again, dear twin."

With that, she walked past him and into the forest on the way to her home. She had to get ready for the journey.

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2 days later, Rath watched as a carriage pulled away outside their home, taking his sister to a ship and forever away from him . They were a prominent family in the kingdom, a reason in which the twins were such good friends with the royal family and a reason that Rath would come to be the 2nd in command to the King. As children, they hadn't dreamed of life being like this. It was supposed to be a wonderful thing when they got older, they were supposed to be inseparable, but that damn love crap got in the way.

"Cantarian for your thoughts, Rath?" A woman's voice spoke behind him and he turned to see Vilandra, the kings sister. He smiled. He did love Vilandra, but not with the love he felt for Moira. But he was to marry her, just as Zan was to marry the Princess Ava from another planet. What twisted webs they had weaved for themselves.

He walked to her and enclosed her in an embrace, pecking her on the cheek as he pulled away. "More like a Kezzel." She smiled.

"Why is this thought worth a hundred other thoughts?"

"Because this one is so complicated."

"Do tell." He smiled sadly at her as he sat down. She did the same, adjacent to him on the cream sofa of his quarters.

"My sister is gone, and I shall not see her for a time." He spoke. "I will miss her."

"We all will. But she's going to be married. What better arrangement for a future life?"

"Vilandra..."

"Rath, I fear something else is troubling you far deeper, and I feel that the circumstances of Elora's departure are far different than what the majority of us was told. But I do not press."

"Of course, Vilandra." He said, stopping then. She knew it wasn't a marriage, but something else, though she didn't know what it was. "Why have you come?"

"Moira is leaving. She asks for you." Vilandra said, smiling again softly. She was sad, not for the knowledge of her future husbands true love, but because of the love she could also not have.

"Thank you. I will go then." He said, rising. He turned to her for a moment. "Lonnie, I..."

"Give her the proper goodbye; I do not care about it." She said. He nodded.

"Again, I thank you."

"And I hope that you will show me the same when it comes my turn." She whispered sadly, as he hurried off. He had to catch her.

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A/N: My first Roswell fic, my first fic in awhile over all so please be gentle. Flames will be used to toast marshmellows.