Over the nest few weeks the city had been restored to its original beauty. Homes had been rebuilt, halls and gardens also and the palace had been restored. Sabriel and Touchstone had moved from the sign of The Three Lemons and were now staying in the Place.
Touchstone sat on the bed, while Sabriel Stood next to the window, watching what was going on below them. The sun was setting and the bell no longer signalled the time to run and hide.
I don't know what or how to do it, he thought, I would be different if her Farther was still alive, I could ask her myself, what if she says no. Touchstone sighed. I don't know what to do.
Hearing him sigh, Sabriel went and sat nest to him. 'What's wrong?' she asked.
'Do you remember what you said to me in Ancelstierre? About dreams' He asked her.
'Huh?' she said a little puzzled at Touchstone's behaviour.
I feel so silly, he thought, but I need to know. 'Proper Charter magic. Dead to bind. Princess to…' should I say it, he argued with him self, 'marry. Sabriel, will you be my Queen?'
Sabriel was a little taken back at first. She had forgotten she had said that. 'Yes,' she whispered leaning over to kiss him. There lips met. Sabriel gladly returned the favour by opening his mouth and letting the eager Touchstone in. Touchstone leaned his head back as she ran her fingers through his hair. He just loved the way she touched him, it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. It made him feel loved. Suddenly he reached up and grabbed her hand with his. He pulled it to his mouth and kissed it ever so gently. He pulled her down onto the bed next to him, still being gentle with her. She sat down willingly and he leaned his face into hers. Sabriel looked up into Touchstone's eyes and smiled. She knew that he understood that she wanted wait until she was married. As they separated, she sighed and rested her head on his chest, hugging his form closer. Soon they were both asleep.