Hi, it has been five days since I updated last, and I feel like updating now, so here I am. I hope you like this chapter; it begins the dialogue with other characters, as well as the eventual plot. Though it is slightly shorter then I would have liked. The next ones should be longer.  Thank you to all of you who reviewed:

Wildmage101: Yes, TSAU is going well…with strange…dooming Numair. The plays is tonight, and I'm freaking out, see you in two hours. Notice the added quote on my profile…take a wild guess who said it. (hehehe)

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Thanks again, and read the note at the end for 'more info'. Enjoy:

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The Choice of a King

Hours passed by, and still Numair did not stir. At around three in the morning, Amanda began to think terrible thoughts; about how this was all her fault, and if he died, she would blame herself. He was so pale, and had lot so much blood…

            "Oh, it's all my fault," she whispered to Numair's limp and lifeless form. "I didn't mean to…don't die on me Numair… please don't die on me…"

Numair's eyes flickered open, and he smiled drowsily up at her.

            "You didn't think you could loose me that easily, did you magelet?" His voice emerged as a cracked whisper.

            Amanda threw her arms around him, tears flooding down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Numair" she sobbed. "It's all my fault…"

He murmured softly to her until she stopped crying, his arms wonderfully comforting. Amanda then gave him a glass of water, and helped him sit up to drink it. When he was finished, he told her what had happened to him in the past week.

            "When Inar took me to his dungeons, his men tried to get me to tell them King Jonathan's plans for war. When I refused, they hurt me. I escaped, and got this," he motioned to his thickly bandaged arm. "As a souvenir. The fortress was far away, probably north of here, and in the mountains. I ran, as fast and as far as I could, but I had begun to loose blood from my arm, and I grew tired and weaker, until I could not go on, and you found me. I must go and tell king Jonathan, Inar said that Ozorne was sending troops across the sea to war, it's quite urgent."

            He tried to get out of bed, and winced, settling back down, frowning. Amanda did so herself, thinking that she could certainly not let Numair go like this, he would not be well for at least a week, if that. If it was that important, she would go and give the message to them herself.

            "I'll go," she said. "You're ill, and you're staying here. I'll tell King Jonathan what you heard."

            Numair seemed too tired to argue; instead he lay back down.

            "Thanks, magelet, you know how to get to Corus. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine…just tired…" Numair yawned, his eyelids fluttering shut. "I love you, Amanda."  He was out cold.

            Amanda sighed, and ran her fingers through his soft black hair.

"I love you Numair. I always have, I always will."

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            Amanda rode their mare down to Corus that night, arrived at the palace, and waited for the king to see her. When she was announced, she walked into a small room, with a desk, and a man sitting at it, looking shaken and tired, yet somehow aloof, and composed. She supposed this must be King Jonathan. She sat down, and he smiled warmly at her.

            "I don't believe we have met. " he remarked, his voice midrange. "You are Numair's student, I believe, Amanda?" She nodded. "Now, you have something to tell me?

            Amanda cleared her throat and began. "It's about Numair, sir I found him yesterday, in the forest. He was captured; by Scanrans working for Ozorne; he said they told him that Ozorne was sending troops to attack Port Leagnn. He… got hurt, and I came to give you this message instead."

            Jonathan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything for a while. When he had made up his mind about whatever he was pondering, Jon raised his eyes again, his face grim.

            "Tell Numair to rest his strength," he said, in a slightly shaky voice. "He will need it. I will tell the Kings Own to ride out at dawn."

Amanda thought she understood, but just wasn't sure.

"Sir?"  asked Amanda uncertainly.

            He looked down at her, with the air of a man that has lived long, and seen much in his lifetime. It was a rather unnerving stare, like trying to look into a bottomless lake, without seeing a reflection.

" My decision is final," he said softly. "We are going to War."

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            Did you like it? It was icky and romantic in the first part, but then we met Jon, who I like, so it was good. Please review, and I'll try to post before next Friday. If I get 30 reviews (total) then I'll post sooner, and If I get none…I won't post for a while. Thank you for reading, and reviewing, and keep up the great work, and perhaps the next chapter will be longer. Until then, Areverderchi.

-Queen of Connaught