Shylie had managed to drag the reluctant Dakota back to the palace. He was still in a robe for sakes. Ever since he saved her from drowning she had a change of heart towards him.

"Where are we going?" Dakota asked as she dragged him up the steps to the different chambers.

"To get you some clothes," she laughed at his impertinence. She went into her brother's chamber since was defiantly not using it.

She closed the door behind her and went to his closet to find some Royal-looking clothes.

"Nice pad," Dakota mused looking around the room. He jumped on Julius's bed and sprawled out. "Hey is this your room?"

"No," Shylie said picking through different coverings.

"Well if that's the case, com'ere baby and give daddy some suga.." he patted the place next to him and made kissy noises.

Shylie just ignored his remark and found a banana leaf covering, most suitable for him.

"Here," she threw it at him. "Get dressed."

"What? No suga for daddy?" he asked poking his lip out, while grabbing the cover.

"Maybe," she raised her eyebrows.

"Really?" he asked surprised.

"No," she laughed and pointed to a screen where he could get dressed.

"Aw man!" he said with hopelessness and trudged behind the screen.

She heard him change. She saw the robe be thrown over the screen. He was whistling as he dressed. She smiled at the way he was always cheery. Well, his tattoo she noticed, did mean 'smiling hearts'. He did make her heart smile. "So how do I look?" he asked stepping out from behind the screen.

He was beautiful. His curly dark blonde hair and his grey eyes. His bronze-gold skin and just everything about him was shining. He was a Royal.

"You look..." Shylie began, trying find the right word.

"Stupid, foolish, dumb, retarded...?" Dakota helped with a small grin.

"Sexy," she held her chin out with boldness.

His eyes became wide with surprise. "Sexy?" he whispered like it was a ghostly word.

Shylie turned around away from him with a reddening face. "Yeah."

For once Dakota Silver didn't have words. He stood in the middle of the room staring at her, slightly confused if she had actually said what he'd thought...or only imagined. Was she serious or sarcastic?

After awhile of silence, she turned back toward him, "Are you coming?"

"Er...where to?" He asked coming out of his thoughts.

"Dinner," she smiled and grabbed his hand to urge him to follow.

He looked down at her hand, interlocked with his and swallowed. It was amazing though strange of her attitude that changed of him.

"Are you alright?" he finally asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked looking up at him.

"Yesterday you hated me...and now, well...you don't. What happened?" he said and looked at her in puzzlement.

"I was rescued," she took his other hand, stood on her tip-toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now com'on, I gotta present you to the Royal court."