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A/N: Emphasized words are in capital letters because I have reserved italics for thoughts. Thankyou!

RoseGoddess9- In squire, Daine and Numair live together in the palace, even though they weren't married yet in that book...

Chapter 5 - Something about the way you look

And I can't explain
But there's something about the way
You look tonight
Takes my breath away
It's that feeling I get about you

Deep inside
And I can't describe

But it's something about the way

You look tonight

Takes my breath away

The way you look tonight



Elton John – Something about the way you look tonight.

Sir Nealan was sat staring at the window, thinking about the number of people he would gladly murder for something to do other than this. The carriage ride here had been well enough, and for some reason Kel's presence around him had been able to make him relax for the first time ever since... ever since... well, a year ago really. But this place, this was the living, thriving reality of hell! The place didn't even have a mirror for him to stare at himself with, and it was called a dressmaker's shop! HAH!

Well, technically, there was one, in the dressing room, but Kel was in there currently changing into some pre-lalasa-made dress, and unless he was going to look at the mirror there while she was changing...

He felt himself blush crimson. Imagine thinking something like that for... for... KEL! His best friend. Something has been seriously wrong with him these past few days. Maybe Dom's death had caused him to suffer from mental trauma and damaged some of the tissue in his brain. He shook his head, trying to get the lasting impressions of the x-rated images of Kel from his mind.

"So... How do I look?" He heard a voice behind him ask, a nervous edge to it. Neal turned around, already curious. He rarely ever got to hear Kel sounding nervous, even when she knew what was at stake when they were defending New Hope back then. When Dom was there.

In the name of the Goddess... Neal thought. His jaw had dropped wide open, if it went any lower it would have hit the floor. Because standing there wasn't Kel- The Yamani Lump of a Sexless best friend. Oh no, far from it. Very very far from it, he thought again. Instead, a Hazel-Eyed Woman stood there, her defiant boy-like stance trying to overcompensate for the fact that she currently adorned an extremely low-cut purple dress, made out of such a light satin material, that the hem seemed to float as it rested in wavy ring around her. The top half hugged all her curves in the most appropriate places, Neal couldn't help noticing. And he DEFINITELY couldn't deny that the corset, that was evidently making her feel extremely uncomfortable, wasn't helping at all. Lalasa had done well. She'd done EXTREMELY well...

From the way that Kel hastily crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him in a death glare, he realised that he'd obviously not said anything for a tad too long. Once again, he could feel himself turning a bright shade of red, for being caught out looking at and thinking things that he most probably shouldn't have been thinking/looking at.

Neal widened his eyes, trying to convey the very picture of innocence. "I think you look great Kel... it's so... umm... feminine", And absolutely stunning, a voice inside his head couldn't help adding silently. UGH! No! Can't think like that! But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny that it was completely breath-taking.

"That's all you have to say about it? Do you have any idea how much pain this thing is inflicting upon me?!?! And it just looks feminine?" Kel's eyes flashed at him. Okay, obviously his response wasn't adequate enough. Time to switch back to old Neal and go for sarcasm.

"Fine. Oh! The beauty and the radiance that emanates from your wondrous self is more illuminating than the sun that shines upon my- OUCH!" He yelped, attempting to defend himself from Kel as she whacked him across the head.

"Give a woman what she wants and she exacts bodily harm..." he muttered under his breath. Kel seemed to have heard him and pinched him on the arm.

"OUCH! Sorry! Sorry! I was only being sarcastic! Do you have a problem with that?" he said. Except that you weren't, he thought. Being sarcastic that is. Because the truth was, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, she was that beautiful.

And that really, was the bigger problem.