Sorry for the long wait. I'm at school so this will be short but, I'll fix it when I get home today.
During the next week, Blaze shied away from Night's company. She would immediately blush and leave any room he walked into. Night however, was at a total lost. He thought she liked it. He thought that maybe she would be with him. However, it seems that he was wrong. Perhaps she was feeling guilty about her betrothed. Night sighed. How did it come to this? It was at least gratifying to see her smile. She wouldn't do well in a castle. Even though she was a princess, castle life just wasn't for her. He knew that, and she knew that. Perhaps that was why she ran away in the first place. She was a free spirit. She didn't hunger for a man's touch like others did. Nor greed. All she hungered for was freedom. The ability to make her own decisions. At times, he felt the same way. He didn't like who he was, perhaps she didn't like who he was either.Blaze got dressed for bed in a long t shirt and laid down in bed. She turned over and readied herself for sleep. It never came. Her conscious was eating away at her. She had pushed Night away in fright. She didn't want to get close to anyone. She might have to leave them. That is something she could not bear. With a sigh of defeat, Blaze got out of bed and walked down the hall to Night's room. She knocked and waited to hear at least an 'enter'. It never came. She quietly opened the door and tiptoed into the room. She could see Night's form sleeping soundly in the bed. She looked at the room casually and noticed the mask he always wore on the floor. That meant he was maskless. She could go see who he was. With a Cheshire grin on her face she tiptoed closer to his bed. A candle was on the nightstand. She lit it and turned back to the bed. There she saw.....Night of the Raven