Chapter 2: We are the King and the Abhorsen!
A/N I had a request to make the story a bit less modern, more Well, now you can't say I didn't try! I'm listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack right now, so yay.

Touchstone was drifting into sleep, laying in a bed in one of the small guest rooms, when suddenly he heard Sabriel screaming. In a split second he had lept out of bed, charged down the hall, and burst into her room.

Sabriel had somehow rolled out of bed, and now lay on the floor, writhing and screaming in the grip of some nightmare. Touchstone ran to her and immediatly shook her to wake her up. She jumped, looked at him with her deep brown eyes, and burst into tears.

Touchstone untangled her from the sheets and set her back on the bed. After he had rearranged the blankets over her, Touchstone turned and was about to leave, he had thought Sabriel had fallen asleep, when he heard her call to him.

Touchstone, don't leave! He turned back to look at Sabriel, laying with only her head sticking out over the covers. Sighing, Touchstone went and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Sabriel sat up and smiled at him. Outside, the clouds moved away from the moon, sending a shaft of moonlight to fall across Sabriel's face. Touchstone realized again how beautifull she was...how much utterly in love with her he was.

Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed her. Sabriel pushed him away, looking at him startaledly. He felt slightly embarrassed.

I-I'm sorry. He said, after a long awkward silence. It's just, I love you. You know that.

Yes. But, we're the king and the Abhorsen! We can't just do stuff like this! We have to be ruling the kingdom. Sabriel protested.

What does that matter? We are in love! Touchstone gave her a pleading look. Sabriel wrinkled her nose as she replied.

Well, wait untill we are married before we go...er...like and make love or something. Touchstone grinned at her.

Am I allowed to kiss you?



Can I marry you?
Sabriel looked at him and shook her head. No...I mean yes...I mean I can't think. Let me sleep. She shooed Touchstone towards the door. He complied and wished her a good night.

While Touchstone was arranging the rebuilding of the palace, and his coronation and such, he stayed with Sabriel. For lack of a better lodging. The pressure to not express their feelings was building on both Touchstone and Sabriel. Sabriel was resonant however, and wouldn't sleep with Touchstone no matter how he pleaded.

Truth be told however, it wasn't just ethicy that made her refuse, it was a fear that lay in her stomache. She had never slept with a man before, and she was worried that if she got pregnant, she would not be able to care for the child for a long time. So both of these kept Touchstone simply watching her and dreaming of the day that he would be able to marry her.

A/N sorry this chapter is so short. But it's supposed to cover a few booring weeks of Touchstone fantasizing, and Sabriel worrying.