Charlie: Okay... I'm writing this for a friend who wanted to see this pairing. I was originally planning a one shot...but an idea came to me... so yeah, it's probably gonna be three or four chapters.

And to the person who I'm writing this for (You know who you are): I hope this lives up to your expectations...I haven't gotten that many supports with the male character here so his personality is basically from what I can pick up. I hope you like this.

"...and by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Tana looked away as soon as the Bishop had said those words. She couldn't bear to see him kiss another woman, not with her own suppressed feelings for him.

Ephraim kissed his new wife, Princess L'Arachel of Rausten and turned to face the cheering audience. He didn't notice that among them, a blue haired princess was looking away with tears adorning the corners of her eyes.

Tana had long since held a deep affection for Ephraim, but the prince was always busy with one thing or another when she tried to let her feelings be known. Soon, Ephraim had fallen for that self-centered princess of Rausten and Tana was left all alone with her unrequited love.

As Ephraim and L'Arachel walked back down the isle arm in arm, Tana forced a smile on her face and clapped with everyone else. Inside her though, she wanted to fling herself off the highest cliff in Frelia. As the entire congregation moved towards to door to head for the reception, Tana stood there, unmoving, with a stony smile plastered on her face. Only when Eirika tapped her on the shoulder did she snap out of her reverie and leave to join in the festivities.

Tana sat through the reception with the same fake smile plastered on her face. She looked away every time the newly weds kissed, yet everyone was too busy to notice her strange behavior. So the festivities went on, with everyone, except for a certain blue haired princess, happily congratulating the new couple.

As the reception dragged on for Tana, she went to a corner with her drink and sat there, watching couples dancing together. She sighed, wondering if she would ever find true love.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar blonde haired face. As she turned to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her, she saw a very familiar head, moving out discretely out of a side door. Letting curiosity getting the best of her, she decided to follow. Unfortunately, with the vast amount of alcohol she consumed, it took her a good while to get to the door.

Quickly, she ran out the side door, it lead to a courtyard with lots of flowers and a fountain in the middle. Tana ran to the fountain and splashed water in her face to clear up her drunken state a little. Then she looked around for the mysterious man. When she saw no trace of any living human, Tana sighed, and started walking back towards the reception building.

Just before she reached the door, Tana heard a screech in the horizon. She turned and trained her eyes into the sky. There, fading into the moonlight, was a lone figure flying on what looked like a wyvern.

Confirming her suspicion of who the mysterious blonde man was, Tana quickly ran out of the garden, stumbling and swerving a little and headed towards the Pegasi Stable. Absentmindedly, she grabbed the reigns of her precious winged horse and mounted it, completely ignoring the fact that she was dressed in a black satin dress and her hair was held up with about fifty clips and pins.

Quickly, she took to the skies, following the wyvern into the moonlight.

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Cormag sighed as he got away. He and Ephraim had both worked in Grado after the disastrous landfall had killed thousands. The two of them had somewhat become friends, so he felt obligated to sit through his wedding. However, he didn't really like parties that much, being mainly a loner.

So he was relieved that during the reception, he was able to slip away quietly. After leaving a note on Ephriam's table, which he was sure won't be seen until morning consider what Ephriam's going to be doing on his wedding night, Cormag quickly found his wyvern and took to the skies, flying back towards an emergency camp near the border of Grado and Renais, where a particularly bad slide had wiped out hundreds of houses.

After nearly an hour, he heard something behind him. Turning back, he saw another flier chasing behind him, swerving left and right. From the looks of the silhouette, it was a Pegasus rider, and from the extreme lack of flying skills, Cormag assumed she was either unskilled or... extremely drunk.

Cormag hoped it wasn't who he thought it was as he pulled his Wyvern into a series of horrendously complicated spins and rolls, including one really complicated dive. When he pulled up, he looked back and saw the Pegasus rider try to imitate him. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep up. Cormag grunted in satisfaction and was about to go on. Suddenly, he saw the rider's silhouette fall from the Pegasus' back.

Cormag watched the rider fall to the ground. He looked around and saw nothing but wilderness for miles to come. Sighing, and against his best judgement, he pulled his wyvern around and went to help.

As he landed, he noticed the Pegasus rider was in a black dress, her blue hair loose and disheveled from the high speed air chase. As he flipped the unconscious rider over, his worst fears were confirmed.

He held in his hand, Princess Tana of Frelia, bleeding from her head. Sighing, he tore strips of his own cloak to wrap her head. Then carrying her on his Wyvern, he took her to the nearest town with in inn.

The innkeeper stared at the man bringing in such a badly injured lady in such a magnificent gown before Cormag snapped his fingers.

"I need a room for the lady." He said.

"Just her?" The innkeeper asked. "Not yourself?"

"No." Cormag said. "I found her in the forest. I'm not from around here, so I don't think I can help much. Just take care of her for me."

"Okay..." The innkeeper said. He plucked out a key and called his wife down. Both the innkeeper and the wife carried Tana up the stairs.

As the disappeared, Cormag turned and left the inn, leaving a simple note on the table for the innkeeper to give to Tana.

Don't come after me again... I don't want to become a knight again...

He sighed and took to the skies again, knowing that Tana wouldn't follow the note, and that soon, she would be after him again, like she said so many months ago. But Cormag had thought about it. A soldier's life was now behind him. He was a carpenter, helping to rebuild houses in Grado, and she was a Frelian Princess, there was no way he would abandon his people to become her knight...

Charlie: Yeah... story of Tana tracking Cormag down and knighting him. (You know there were sparks there). I'll probably update this in a week. Anyways, please leave a review? Let me know how it was. I'm not that great with serious romance.