(A/N) All the Gallan in this fic is really French, because that's the real influence on the country. Ancient Romans called modern-day France Gaul. Gaul=Galla. Get it?

"Daine, can't we just stay here?" Numair pleaded.
"I am flattered, but no," Daine replied. "Come on Numair, we have to go talk to Jon."
Daine sat up and started to get out of bed. Numair lightly grabbed her arm and gently pulled her towards him. "I'm not letting you go without a fight," he explained.
He then gently brushed his lips against hers so faintly that Daine could barely feel it. Daine stared at him, smiling at his efforts. She consented to one small kiss and leaned for to kiss him.
Numair pulled her closer to him. She kissed him and pulled away, giving him a teasing smile. Numair couldn't take it anymore. He kissed her passionately and lovingly. He kissed her roughly, but gently.
Daine could feel the love in the kiss and she fed the passion into the kiss. Numair pulled away a smile dancing upon his lips. He softly kissed her cheek, her ear, then whispered in her ear, "I never knew you were like that Daine," teasing her and playing a mind trick so that she would focus on him than going to see Jon.
"Maybe I'll teach you more later," the woman replied. Her love looked fairly vexed for him not being able to trick her; and Daine knew that.
"Gods, Numair! The Immortals War has just ended and you know we have to help clean up. And all you can think about is kissing me!" Daine burst out getting out of her bed.
"Maybe.," he said teasingly. "I don't know."
"Je ne sais pas," she said in gallan. "Je ne sais pas. Well find out!" She walked across to the room to where she had a trunk with her clothes in it.
"I love it when you speak gallan," Numair said slyly joining her at her trunk and sitting down on it.
This did not go well with Daine. She was trying to be serious, but all Numair could do was not take her feelings seriously. Daine was frustrated now; and Numair could see that. He took her hands in his and gently pulled her body towards him so that her faces were only a few inches apart.
"Je t'aime," he whispered oh-so-softly in her ear.
Daine pulled back surprised at his knowledge of her most familiar and first language. He must have a good grasp on the language to know about inversions and that je t'aime means I love you, she thought to herself.
The girl leaned back towards the mage and whispered even more softly in his ear, "Je t'aime aussi. Je t'aime avec tout mon coeur." Those words in gallan sent shivers down Numair's spine. Daine smiled because she knew what those words had done to him.
"We really need to get going," whispered in his ear too.
His passion fully satisfied for the present moment, he consented to visiting Jon. He stood up and walked out of the room waiting for Daine to get dressed.
She came out dressed in dark brown breeches and a light blue shirt. In her hand she held a white bundle that she tossed to Numair. "I think you'll need this," she said teasingly.
Numair unraveled his shirt from the knot that it was in and pulled it on. He smiled back and gave her one last kiss before they left the security of Daine's room and had to reduce their relationship to teacher-student.
"Mmmm," Daine said as Numair's lips left hers and her lips turned into a pout. Immediately they turned upwards in a smile and Numair slung an arm around her shoulder, pushing the limit of appearing only as friends.
They navigated the halls through the palace still with Numair's arm around Daine, having to turn sideways to fit through some doorways, earning laughs from both of them. They soon arrived at the door that could only be Jon's study. Numair un-slung his arm and knocked on the study. A light voice said, "Come in."
They entered and saw Jon sitting at his desk. He wore his favorite blue breeches and a gray shirt. He still looked as handsome as ever but he looked as though he seriously needed sleep. "Daine, Numair! Sit down, sit down," Jon said as they obeyed his order. "How have both of you been faring?"
"Fine," Numair said and Daine nodded in agreement.
"Good, good. As you know there is a lot to do in Corus and Port Legann. Everyone has been assigned clean-up duty. Even Alanna," the king said with a smile. He continued saying, "I am assigning both of you to stay here and help clean up. Agreed?"
They both nodded. "You are to report to the Rider's Barracks at noon sharp."
"Horses?" Numair asked.
"Unless you would like me to put you with the field hands cleaning the streets and have Daine stay at the barracks," Jon warned with a tinkle in his eye. He knew more than what he was letting on to. "Some of the horses need to be healed and they all need to be cared for. I'm afraid they've been a little neglected, the priority going to wounded soldiers and citizens. I'm sorry Daine."
Daine was a little aggravated by the inferiority of the People, but she understood that it was Jon's duty as a king to make sure that the citizens of Tortall were cared for first. "I understand," she said.
"There's a good girl," he said smiling. "And after the cleanup is done you are on vacation leave for a month; both of you. Go travel somewhere or discover something interesting. Just don't bother to show up before your leave is over."
This earned a smile from everybody, although some of the smiles were not there with the most innocent of intentions.

(A/N) Yay!! A plot is beginning to develop. I told ya so.