Lady dove of the green eyes: thankya mucho grandes!

Romantic With a Pen: trying to slow down, really, I just can't seem to manage that feat.

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Nunnya Biznes: Yeah, I'm a little grammar inept around the edges, it could be worse tho soooo…lol, I have blue eyes and brown hair, I figured it was ok to insult myself.

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Cede: I can't do the math either, but it is my assumption that Neal is late twenties early thirties and Thom is early to mid twenties.

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Atsuibelulah: this one is longer, I think….or maybe not now that I think about it...they've each been like four pages…I know the feelings are a major WHOA but it's just developed that way, its part of the magic…Love ya

Oh, special thankyou to FanFictionFantom, Cherryfaerie and Atsuibelulah who have reviewed all three chapters! You guys rock!

Unwanted Beauty: Chapter Four: In Which there is a Fight and a Mistake

"Thom. Thom, oh please wake up!" She was talking, yelling, he awoke, startled and surprised. She was glaring, and smiling at the same time, damn confusing woman. He smiled anyway.

"Hello sleeping beauty." He said his throat scratchy.

"Oh don't call me that." She whined and did her best to look pitiful.

"Call you what?" He asked innocently.

"Beautiful." She said, looking anywhere but him. He sighed and shook his head.

"Morgan, someday you will learn that beauty is not necessarily a bad thing." He whispered before going to make tea. She sighed and climbed out of the bed slowly. Why do you always manage to mess things up? You're such a stupid girl sometimes. She walked across the room, the rugs soft on the bottom of her feet. She entered the kitchen and leaned heavily on the doorframe.

"Thom, I'm very sorry." She said, she knew he was listening just from the way his back stiffened. "I know that I'm difficult, but please believe that I'm trying. I've never had friends, I don't know how to act, I don't know how to think. And then I think, gods Thom I've known you for how long? Twelve hours?" She asked with a tinge of disbelief and panic in her voice.

"Three days actually." He said from the hearth.

"I was asleep for three days!" She shrieked and Thom's hands went to his ears before he laughed.

"Yes love, three whole days, I managed to complete an entire experiment while you were unconscious." He said with a warm smile, and then he noticed her arms were shaking ever so slightly. "Morgan, you're shaking, you shouldn't have gotten out of bed you're not entirely well yet." She sighed.

"I should go home." She whispered, terribly frightened of what her mother would think all of the sudden.

"What?" He asked. "Morgan why? Did I do something? I haven't meant to-" He began panicking. I can't loose her now, I just can't. She's already stolen my heart, and she doesn't even know it. She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"No, no you haven't done anything. It's just, I can't spend my life hiding from my mother, hiding from people. I have to stand up to her, I have to stand up for myself. I have to go back, I have to prove to myself, to them and to myself." She said passionately, her hand tracing his face. He pressed their bodies closer.

"Say you'll come back to me Morgan, say that I won't loose you to the glitter, to the games they play. Say you'll come back, please." He whispered, holding her close to him. He looked into her pine green eyes, purple and green meeting in a vortex of opposites and similarities.

"I don't think I could stay away for long. Besides," She said with a grin, "I'm only going downstairs, not far." His violet eyes were full of pain and grief; hers were full of sadness and a hint of excitement.

"Promise me you'll be okay." He said.

"I promise, I'll see you tonight at the party." She whispered before leaning up to kiss him. And then she was gone like a whirlwind. A whirlwind that had spun chaotically into his life, and now destructively out.

What did you expect Thom? That she would stay with you? She's only known you for a few days! And you wanted her to live with you? Whatever, how could you be such an idiot? She's a woman, you swore off women a year ago when Marina left you for a Scanran horse thief, who then stole your horse…. Vowed that you would never love again, and now look, you just see a pretty girl and fall in love all over again.

"Wrong, I've seen plenty of beautiful women, I live at court! There are only beautiful women. Surely if I was going to fall in love sporadically I would have done it by now. Morgan is special." He whispered.

And how many courtiers think that she's special, believe that they love her because she's special, because she's different? Of course she's different; she looks like a bloody freaking goddess. Why wouldn't you love her? She's nice, she's kind, she's gorgeous.

"She's been used, she's been abused, she doesn't want to be gorgeous, she wishes that she wasn't. That is what makes this different." He said before running out of the door. His footsteps echoed off of the passage wall, making it sound like a heard of elephants was in the passage, he smiled and ran faster.

George was in his office when Thom arrived. "You look like something from the under realm." The man said kindly.

"Why thank you dad, that's justwhat I wanted to hear."

"Anytime, now, what's wrong?" The older man asked, setting his papers aside and propping his feet up on the desk, signaling that Thom had his full attention.

"How did you know that you loved mom?" He asked, not beating around the bush and ignoring the surprise on his fathers face.

"Who are you in love with?" The Kings Spymaster asked, Thom sighed.

"Have you heard about Kallisto?" Thom asked, knowing his dad wasn't going to like this at first.

"The green eyes vixen that an entire regiment of the army was sent to look for? Yes unfortunately. Please tell me you haven't fallen for her." The older man pleaded.

"They sent an entire regiment?" he gaped.

"Yes, apparently her mother is convinced she was kidnapped. Thom." He said the name sternly, and in a way that no one would ever argue with. Well, Ally would, but she was crazy.

"Well, she was with me. I met her at the ball three days ago, she was beautiful and entrancing yes, but I could care less. It's her eyes, they carry so much innocence and pain. Her mother is a witch, she made a mistake when she was younger and now Morgan in being forced to pay the price. She doesn't even want to be beautiful, she gets so angry when you tell her that she's beautiful. I feel like she's got a part of me locked up inside her and she doesn't even know it. And the funny thing is, I don't want that part of me back. I should want it, but I don't, because if I get it back that means that she's forgotten about me, and if she forgets about me I think I'd die." He said quickly and passionately. George leaned back and looked at his son for a long time. Thom eventually got nervous and squirmed in his chair.

"Just don't do anything stupid Thom. Don't let her have the rest of your heart. Don't fall that far this fast."

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"You were where?" The confounded woman screamed as Morgan winced. "How could you be so stupid! You are an idiot! I am ashamed to call you my child. I-" Morgan interrupted her.

"Then don't." She said calmly. Her mother's jaw dropped. "But if you forsake me now you'll never get paid the bride price, and then where will you be? You'll be broke, and you shouldn't expect me to help you out." Morgan stood and began packing, dress after dress was placed in bag after bag as her mother sputtered.

"You have turned into a spoiled brat!" The lady screamed.

"And whose fault is that mother? Whose fault is that?"

"Kallisto-"

"Do not ever call me that again. That is no longer my name." She whispered, her voice deadly in the silence of the room.

"You little brat." Her mother said venomously.

"That's right, now, I am going to go to this party, and you better be in higher spirits when I get back." She said.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I am your only chance at a comfortable life, and I can deny you that at any point."

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She practically ran down the hall. She was so confused, she hardly new herself anymore. She had never spoken to anyone so harshly in her entire life, it was almost as if she had become a separate person while she was talking to her mother. So much anger and hurt had surfaced and she had let it fly out of her in what she imagined was the same as letting powerful magic flow out of you.

She slowed to a walk as she descended down the stairs and smiled as she caught sight of Thom's red hair. She was still pondering how he was so much shorter after a few hours but she was only thinking about it in that part of your brain that thinks lots of ridiculous things. She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around only…

A/N: So how many of you have it figure out already? I'm not very sneaky, it's blatantly obvious…Anyways, this is a long sucker, I hope you guys didn't get bored in the middle! I hate that, when I'm reading something and it gets terribly boring right in the middle. I hope this helped to explain the insanely quick falling in love, there will be more of that in the future. Review please!