Author's Note: Okay, this is just a little thing I came up with. Obviously, I don't own any of it, except Anetta of course. Please review! I'll give you cookies!

Once upon a time, Danric and Mel were walking in Renlama-city. Bran and Nimar had been wary to leave them alone together, but soon they were talking like old friends, without any animosity whatsoever. Now that Mel looked at him without hate, she thought he was very handsome. She got the urge to kiss him, but she brushed the feeling away. What if he didn't return the feeling? He could feel nothing for her but burning, fiery hate.

She'd seen him looking at Anetta Cecilia Bernadette Grenadin. She knew he loved her more than Elenet. She was the prettiest girl in Renlama-city. Even prettier than Tamara! When it came to love, Anetta knew everything. And since Danric was going to be the king, she probably wanted to marry him. And that was probably going to happen.

And here came Anetta now! Mel wandered off and back to her room in Athanarel, knowing Darnic would really rather be with her instead of Mel. Why would he ever want to be with Mel? She was stupid and ugly, and he was going to be the king.

Mel sat on her bed and moped. Surely, there had to be a way to win Danric's heart? It couldn't be that hard, could it? She hoped it wouldn't be. If she didn't win his love for her, she thought her heart might break into a thousand pieces and kill her.

There was a knock. "Mel?"

"Oh, Bran!" she cried, running to embrace her brother. "I'm head over heels in love with Danric! Will you help me make him fall in love with me?"

"Well, sis," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I'm not much good at that sort of thing, but Nee could probably help. She's made a lot of matches that ended up getting married and living happily, you know."

"Oh, Bran, thank you so much!" She kissed his cheek.

Bran left.

Mel looked to her desk, where a letter from the Unknown sat. She had figured out by now that the Unknown was Flauvic. Maybe at one time she would have wanted him, but now that she had Danric to love, who needed the Merindar boy? She crumpled the paper into a ball. Sure, Flauvic was good-looking, and she knew that he was probably in love with her, but nobody could compare to Danric. Nobody at all.

And so she waited for Nee, hoping and praying that she could help her gain her one true love.