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Silvan unloaded his silken bedroll from his horse's back. He set it in the driest corner in the dark and dreary cave. He sighed loudly, I want to go home. He thought, why didn't I just walk over there, to Palanthas, why didn't I just go even without Par-Salian's permission? He continued to think these thoughts and didn't see Nataria moving his bedroll.

"You're Majesty," Nataria said cynically, while placing her own bedroll near the place where Silvan had had his. "You'll be sleeping over here, to help guard the horses. I'm putting the rest of our stuff back here."

Silvan was indignant, "I will sleep where I want, you—you—girl!"

Nataria shook her finger in his direction, "Number one: I am not a girl, I am a young woman. Number two: You have no right to boss me around, because you know nothing about traveling, unless you lied to Par-Salian, did you?"

A deep frown appeared on Silvan's face, "No, I am not skilled at traveling, but I won't sleep in the wettest place in this wretched cave!"

"You'll do what you're told, 'cause I don't care if I ask you to sleep in a river, you'll do it." Nataria pointed to his bedroll, which already had water soaking through the thin silk.

Silvan ran to see what he could do.

"Damn," Silvan swore, he began to shake the droplets off his bedroll.

Nataria through him a grey blanket, Silvan threw it back.

"I don't want your help princess." He stated rudely.

Nataria shrugged, "It's your bedroll, baby. So, if wets good for you, go for it." She threw it back, and then realized what she had said. She regretted it and barely managed to not blush a bright red.

"What did you just call me?" Silvan asked his eyes wide. "No one has ever called me 'baby', did you mean it?"

Nataria gained control over herself and gave a stern reply, "No, I was simply using the term to get your attention, 'you're majesty' just gets too long sometimes."

It was clear that he didn't believe a word she had said, he was just admiring her beauty.

Oh no, she thought. Now he thinks I love him! Could things get any worse? To show she was anxious she started brushing her long, thin, and silky black hair.

While Nataria was inwardly killing herself, Silvan had other thoughts. She loves me! Not some other human, though she is an elf, I must admit it never occurred to me that she LOVED me. Wow, I must show her I feel the same way...

Had Nataria known what Silvan was thinking, she would have run away and never come back, but, well, we all know she couldn't.

Silvan surprised Nataria by coming over and taking her hand and closing his around it, "Is there anything else I can do...dear."

One could tell he was unsure if he should call her that, but he said it any way and left Nataria speechless.

She regained her calm exterior and smiled sweetly, though Silvan knew she was faking, and said, "No, Silvan, I think you have done enough accepting the fact that you will sleep over by the horses. Good night."

With that she finished unrolling her bedroll, tied a blanket up to hide her sleeping area as she changed. Several thoughts crossed her mind, why is he acting like this? Does he think I love him? I should tell him I have never loved anyone and never will. There Nataria was wrong, though she never guessed she would fall in love with anyone...

In his tall tower, Dalamar snickered. He had been watching Nataria and Silvan traveling since they had left the Tower. He had seen Nataria call Silvan 'baby'.

What a good day it had been. He had gotten up early, so he could watch Silvanoshei traveling to visit him, in the chamber of the Live Ones. The only thing he wondered was why Silvan was coming to see him...why not just ask Par-Salian to do this great favor. Hmmmmm...