A/N: Well, here ya go… New chapter, and I know you've been waiting for it… Check out the Character Index… It's even helped me a lot…

Review Responses:

Boarding School? Is it okay there? Sorry this has nothing to do with your fic, but I can't even imagine what boarding school would be like!

Anyway, I like your story so far! –Anonymous

Erm… Well, it's hard, and there's not a lot of free time, but it's a blast. It's not like military school or anything, it's just like going to school with a bunch of really smart, crazy people 24 hours a day… It can be stifling for some people, but for nutso, random people like me and my buds, it's a blast…

u r such a good writer. even if i tried i couldnt be that good. *sigh* o well. anyway update SOON. i really watn to know wat happens next. –Veralidaine

Here's your update.. I might put up another chapter too… * shrug * dunno… Anyways… Don't put yourself down like that.. I used to be horrible, but I have a great group of friends and a mom who taught me grammar from the time I could speak… It took me a long time before I was ready to post anything… Practice makes perfect, eh?

She awoke with leaner and more muscled arms around her than she was used to. The apartments she was in were small and simple, but all of the furnishings were fine and expensive. She shrugged and slowly turned over, being careful not to wake the man beside her. She turned over and looked straight onto black hair and the strong, well-boned face that could only belong to Prince Jasson. She cursed under her breath and pushed her way out of his arms and off of the bed, but she was a bit hasty, and she cursed again as he woke up. As his eyes opened, she was caught in their deep blue depths for a moment before she realized that she was completely nude. She grabbed the sheet from the bed, and n her haste to wrap it around herself, she uncovered the still groggy Jasson, and she could tell that the night before had been no innocent night. She cursed herself as she looked him over, cursing her weakness.

Gods, he's so beautiful. Goddess, he's the kind of man I could stay with forever… No, don't think things like that! Even though he could marry you, it doesn't mean he would want to! Just forget about him! You're nothing but the bed-partner from one night!

If she could have read his eyes at that moment, she would have realized how wrong she was, but she wasn't paying any attention to him.

"Kendi…"

"What?"

"What was last night?"

"Look, I can't explain, but I wasn't myself last night. The whole sex thing was just chance. You were the one my body picked. I'm sure you know now that you aren't my first, and you aren't close by any means, and I'm sure it's the same for you."

"Actually, I haven't slept with that many women. And what about the things you said, the things about loving me?"

"Well, sometimes I reveal things about my feelings in that state that I don't even know. It's entirely possible."

He certainly seemed very happy to hear that. He got up, completely without modesty, and wrapped her in his arms, then kissed her lightly, tracing her jaw-line to her neck. She felt her blood rise and flame, and she knew instinctively that her pulse rate was speeding up by the second. Her last though before his hands moved down her sides and she lost any control was that Jasson was covered in a sky blue, faint aura. Then, everything else just faded away.

He had been ecstatic when she had admitted her feelings. Perhaps it had been in a slightly indirect way, but she had admitted it. Before he had realized what he was doing, he found himself kissing her and loving her with all of his heart.

* * *

Kendi smiled at Jasson's sleeping face, kissing his eyelids and mouth and slipping out of bed, leaving him a quick note explaining things. She got dressed and magically transported herself to her rooms. Sinta was sitting on the bed, looking worried, but her face brightened as soon as she recognized her friend.

"What happened, did you take too much? You were gone a long time."

"Yeah, a bit too much. Sorry to make you worry. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, no big deal. Anyway, Gary and Alanna left me note saying that we needed to meet them at sixth bell for jousting practice, alright? We have three bells, so it's your choice what we do this time."

"Well, how about we go into Corus? I heard that Raven made a new line of throwing knives and I've been saving up. Maybe I can afford one, hmm?"

The two girls strolled around the city, looking at everything and buying what they wished. They talked the whole time, and Sinta didn't seem to notice that Kendi kept steering the conversation away from the subject of the night before. Or, if she had noticed, she never mentioned it. Kendi had all intentions of telling Sinta about the night before, but she never had the chance to. She was standing in front of a booth of jeweled daggers, when her eyes rolled back and she swayed down into a dead faint on the ground. Sinta quickly made some excuse about the heat and gestured to one of her guards to pick Kendi up. As soon as she was in the palace, she called for some rags, cool water, a healer and Kendi's family. Instead, she found Jasson rushing in her door, pulling Duke Nealan close behind him. He looked haggard and worried, and though Sinta wondered, she didn't think too much on it. Duke Nealan of Queenscove, Chief Healer, was Healing Kendi, and she turned her attention to him.

"She'll be alright. I'm not sure what happened. She seems healthy; maybe she's just overdoing it. Just try to keep her in bed for the next few days, alright?"

Sinta and Jasson both nodded emphatically, and the Healer left. Sinta turned to her brother, looking worried and troubled.

"Jasson, there's a ball tonight, and I'm supposed to be there, but I don't know how I could possible leave Kendi here while I'm there."

"I'll stay with her. You know how much I hate balls anyway. You really need to be there tonight, so go ahead. We can trade off tomorrow, I have training with Raoul. Go ahead…"

A/N: Hmmm… scandal! Lol… Anyway, a nice little chappie all about Kendi… The story was originally going to focus on her, but it's kind of changed a lot… lol… so it'll be more about the others in a few more chapters… Anyway, random quote of the day: As my roommate/best bud, Bekah says "People who would normally be violent become authors!" After both of us were contemplating who we should kill in our stories… Don't worry, I haven't decided yet… It might be someone you don't even know yet… * I'm gonna kill Haaaaaallllleeeeennn…. Laugh * * runs away from friends who are glaring at her holding various painful blunt objects * Even my friends who don't really read my stories are in love with him * giggle *