A week had passed and Armod was teaching Xanthe meditation and how to control her magic. She could now walking in crowds and not be overwhelmed by noise of the city. She now only heard things when she wanted too. She saw things when she wanted too. The only things she had no control over was her dreams.

She kept dreaming of a palace in a northern kingdom. There was a man there, but he had recently left to go look for something, like a quest. He could disappear and appear at will. He could even change into a wolf. She had no clue why she kept dreaming of him. She didn't even know his name.

Xanthe didn't seem to know a lot these days. All her memories seemed to be slipping from her. She was losing who she was. She brought this up at dinner one night.

"Do you know why I can't remember anything?" she asked.

Armod looked stunned. "You mean you don't know who I am?"

"Well I know your name I Armod and you are my friend, but..."

"Your friend?" he asked astonished, "I am your husband!"

Xanthe mind, for the first time, went blank. She was numb. Marriage? She looked at her left hand and found no ring on her ring finger.

"But I have no ring."

Armod set his utensils down on the table making a loud clink.

"You mean you lost your ring too?"

She didn't know what to do. She didn't like prodding, but she felt like she had to this once.

'I can't believe she lost her wedding ring. We have been married for a year and tomorrow is our anniversary..."

She stopped listening to Armod's thoughts. It was true. She was married. She felt like crying but she didn't know why. Why was she so sad? She like Armod, but the thought of being his wife? The rational part of her brain started to speak up. You're married to a great guy who has major political power in Carthak. He's rich, good looking, and he is taking care of you, why say no to such a good thing? But no matter how her mind tried to nag her, she still couldn't shake off her sorrow. Had she been secretly hoping to meet the wolf man? Does she secretly like him? This all too much to take in.

"May I be excused to my chambers?" she asked.

"I still wish you would move into my chambers. We are after all husband and wife."

Xanthe froze. "Let me think about it, but for right now may I please be excused?"

"Alright. We will go into town and find you a new ring tomorrow. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

Xanthe stood up and almost ran back to her room, but remembering her manners she walked out of the dining hall. She flung herself on her bed and sobbed late into the night. A wolf near by join her in her sorrow and howled with her long after she had cried herself to sleep.





A/N: Felt like adding another chapter today.