Now, here's the next installment. I wanted to get this up earlier but I hadn't the time, so here it is, please review!

And the days wore on with time passing on from dawn to dusk and from night to day. And at the end of each day, she was there. Always, every night he saw her. She'd come to his room, slipping in so silently like a silk drape fluttering in the wind.
No one knew.
Yes, no one knew about this. Gale had made absolutely clear that no one should know of them. Them. Percival would sometimes chance a glance at her during the hot and blistering days of endless sword fighting, horse riding and card playing. He'd see her, her brown hair glistening in the warm sunlight and her careful hands as she gripped her silver sword. It would make him sweat just looking at her. He thought of Chris no more after his first night with Gale. Chris was there too of course and he'd always see Borus as he fawned about her, a keen eye on her at all times and Percival thought to himself, "Why can't we, everyone knows of Borus and Chris, why shouldn't they know of us too." Us. But Gale would always say. "It isn't right. It isn't proper. And it'd ruin your reputation as a knight. I don't want that for you. You have so much going for you, don't give it up for me." Don't give it up for me. But mostly, it was bliss. He'd come to his room, tired and exhausted from the day and then she'd come. Like an angel and smooth as silk, almost like a drug.
And this went on and on, like all time does. Then it happened. It happened so slightly at first that no one seemed to notice. Only Percival could see it. He'd hear them say to her, "Just suck it up," and "It happens to everyone, you'll get over it, I did." Gale was sick. The mornings would come and Percival would see her doubled over and looking very pale. The nights would come and she'd be so tired that she'd instantly fall asleep next to him and he'd have to pick her up and cradling her like a baby he'd bring her back to her room.
Then, she wasn't there. Percival looked concerned as he looked for her the next day, and it only grew worse as the day went on and still, no Gale. The night came, steadfast and true, and she didn't come. Worried, Percival ventured out of his room, late into the night he tiptoed to her room and creaked open the door. And there in the iced moonlight was her bed, neatly made. And her room, bare. Nothing. No Gale, no clothes, no belongings. Panicked, he backed out and bumped into someone. He spun around and looked into Chris's face.
"What are you doing out here?" She asked coolly.
"I could ask you the same thing."
She shrugged and changing the subject, "It's sad really, about Gale," she nodded towards the empty room. "You knew her right?"
Percival's mouth went dry. "Um, yeah. I did."
"She left early this morning. Just packed up everything and left the city. Very strange, but I hardly knew her anyway. You should go back to bed, I can't believe you're still up," Chris walked away and Percival noted that she wasn't walking towards her own room, but someone else's.
His eyes didn't fill with tears till he was safe in his room. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. No one would understand for no one knew of them. Them. Where was she? Why had she left without saying goodbye? He cried himself to sleep.