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This is a one-shot with Kaddar and Kalasin. Sorry if you don't like.

I Love You

Kaddar eyed his stunning wife admiringly. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, clichéd as that sounded.

She looked at him, her eyes enquiring why he was looking at her.

They had been married for only two months, and they had only known each other for five months. Yet it seemed she had known Kaddar for an eternity. And it surprised her that she loved him. She just shouldn't love him. It wasn't possible, and even more, it was definitely not probable.

Yet it had happened, she, the daughter of rulers that prided themselves on holding their word, had broken her promise to only do her duty in Carthak, to only do her duty to Kaddar, to hate Kaddar venomously. So discreetly, as if creeping in, love had taken possession over her heart, and now she loved Kaddar.

She often wonders if he loves her back. Sometimes she's almost sure of it, she has almost come to a decision that Kaddar only likes her as a friend, when he flirts with her outrageously and the look in his eyes basically says 'I love you'. And then when she had just about decided that Kaddar did love her, the annoying part of her mind at the back of her head tells her 'then why doesn't he tell you'. Life was so confusing. Love was so confusing. And now she had come to the decision that Kaddar was very confusing.

She's studying him now. He can see it. So he decides to tell her the thought that has been pressing his mind for weeks. He was always about to say it when the thought of her shock changes his mind. He did love her. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone, and yet, he was afraid that if he told her, he would find out that she didn't love him. And that would hurt more than anything else.

The Graveyard Hag looked down from what she thought attractive,(actually really ugly) abode.

"What a pair of procrastinators they are" she whispered.

"A very good looking pair though", though, commented her father.

He studied her, she looked perfect, and he knew that. But he knew she was far from perfect on the inside. And he loved her for that. Who would honestly want to be married to the perfect wife? It'd be boring. She had a wild temper, during the first few weeks of knowing her had had gotten a lashing from her temper. And she had an unbreakable spirit (he liked her better for it). He despised his nobles' wives, they would be meek, quiet and obedient when with their husband, and when they were not, they gossiped excitedly, yuck. She and Kaddar often argued because of that rebellious spirit. She was very proud; the glares he had gotten from her if he pretended to insult her could kill. He could remember the time when one of his advisor's wives had insulted Tortall and the 'barbarians the Contes ruled' in her hearing. He doubted whether or not that court lady ever spoke again. Kalasin. His wife. Those words were sweet, but there were words even more scary and wonderful then those.

She glanced at him. He opened his lips and spoke the words that he had wanted to be saying for ages:

"I love you, Kalasin".