Taven backed up, once seeing Blaire's eyes stare daggers at him.

"Him? I don't know," Julius shrugged.

Blaire tried to sit up but clenched her stomach in pain.

"Don't move, you're still injured," Julius instructed.

Blaire paid no mind to Julius. She was angry at herself for protecting him. She shoved Julius away. He gave her a very hurtful look. She immediately regretted it.

"Nadine, what is that Royal doing here?" Blaire demanded belligerently.

"Now, Blaire settle down," Nadine said coming towards her.

"Why?" Blaire persisted. "You didn't bring him here, did you?"

"Well...I..." Nadine looked for an answer.

Blaire became more angrier, "You did, didn't you! How could you?" Nadine stared shocked at Blaire. She had cured her, let her stay there, let her bring the prince there, let her lie about it, and now she was angry? This outraged Nadine.

"Blaire Rye, you are an ungrateful wench!" cried Nadine. "I let you come here and hide from the authorities. I have just saved your life and now you dare rag on me for bringing a Royal into my own home when you have stashed the frickin' fairy prince here and lied about it, endangering me?"

Blaire was startled. Nadine had never made an outburst before in her life.

"You know, as a member of the movement you're not supposed to befriend a Royal. True, he's here..." she nodded toward a very confused Julius, "but I kidnapped him."

"Your a member of the movement?" Taven turned toward Nadine. Blaire smiled at her dilemma.

"Yes," Nadine nodded weakly, "But, Blaire...you...risked your life for him. I must say, that doesn't seem like a movement leader thing to do."

Blaire's wicked smile fell. How did Nadine know about that? She turned toward Julius. He waved with a small smile and then yawned.

"Oh Hell!" Blaire grunted, knowing she couldn't weasel out of this one.

"So how did you manage to brainwash the prince?" Taven asked smartly.

"What are you talking about?" Blaire huffed, wiping a curl of golden red hair from her face.

"He thinks his name is 'Tex' and he also believes he's an Underclass. I only assume you are to blame for that," Taven explained.

Blaire looked back to Julius, he had fallen asleep on the lounge chair. She smiled slightly. "He has amnesia."

Taven raised his brow. "How did you kidnap him?"

"Is that what everyone thinks?" Blaire chuckled and rolled over.

"You said so yourself!" Taven declared.

"Yeah, but I say that to keep my dignity. I would never say how it really happened," Blaire explained.

"Then how did it happen Blaire?" Nadine broke in.

"I'll never tell," she answered.

"Fine then. If you don't, I'll tell the authorities everything. The Dynasty would surely reward me to have their prince back. Why am I even standing around?" she threatened and walked toward the hollow's exit.

"Wait!" Blaire held out her hand. She wasn't sure what Nadine Serrinderra was capable of doing now. Nadine turned around with an expectant face. "I, as you know was imprisoned. I had charmed the guards into letting me free and was almost on my way until that...idiot...caught a hold of me. He took me back to my cell and I angered him once or twice. Then I explained how the Underclass situation was and how heartless the Royals are. It must have gotten under his skin because he wanted to prove that he wasn't heartless. I told him to set me free and he did."

"So how did he end up here, with amnesia?" Taven wondered.

Blaire rolled her eyes, "He even offered to take me to where I wanted to go, his mistake. The night guards noticed us leaving and chased us. The dumb boy would not identify himself nor stop the chase. Then the guard threw a javelin, it hit him and he fell off his bird. I would have thought him dead but instead he was alive and I took him here since it was the closest place I knew about. When he woke up, this morning, he had no clue about anything."

"So you saved him?" Nadine smiled.

"I couldn't just leave him there!" Blaire objected.

"Yes, you could have and then all your problems would have been solved. No, you couldn't let him die. Well, well, Blaire Rye's heart is not made of stone," Nadine laughed coldly.

"I think you should give him back to his family," Taven suggested.

"Why? He wouldn't remember them," Blaire snarled.

"Not when he's in love with you," Taven pointed out.

Blaire stared at him in shock, then looked at sleeping Julius. "Say what?"

"Since you jumped in front of the javelin for him, he's been a devoted slave," Taven said and looked very amused.

They watched Blaire creep over to Julius. She wasn't afraid of anything, but this? He loved her and that was the most terrifying thing she could ever imagine, not when she was hated by so many. He was laying on his back. A slight smile was spread across his face and mahogany locks were spilled over his closed eyes. A prick of pain pierced her heart; she could no longer keep him. "Okay, how do we sneak into the palace?" she turned toward Taven.

He smiled, "Just follow me."