So here was Serena sitting in the Kings study with Darien beside her as the King rant and raved about how excited he was that the Queen and princess have arrived. But all Serena thought about was how she could tell Darien sorry and how to make him realize that she too loved him. But he wouldn't look at her at all. His gaze was hard and fixated with his father. And Serena just looked at her shoes listening silently.

"The Queen and I, talked for hours it seemed and we have came upon the answer which wasn't really hard since we planned it from the very beginning. So in two days you two are to be married." At this Serena looked up at the King in shock, then to Darien who switched his gaze to her. What she saw made her frown because he wasn't smiling or happy but seemed like he was in a scowl. She turned her gaze to her shoes once more as the king talked about when and what our plans will be for the next two days. All of them had Serena and Darien together. Serena could feel her heart slow at the thought of finally being with Darien, but he doesn't love her now, and he probably won't ever again. She nodded as the King gave told them to get ready. Serena curtsied and walked to the door. Darien was already there holding it open. His expression was annoyed. Serena kept her gaze down which she did often lately. Once the door was shut behind them he was the first to speak.

"I sorry" He said. The words she hopped he would say but not the tone she liked. He was pissed and mocking her.

"For what?" She snapped. She finally found the courage to look him in the eyes. He just glared, but something flickered in them as he looked at the ground.

"For marring a man you don't love." He whispered and quickly walked away, before she could tell him otherwise. She sighed and picked up her skirts as she ran after him. Her dress was so bulky that she could barely walk fast, let alone run. So she bent down and ripped the skirt so she was in her parcel. She then ran to him. She finally got to the point that she saw him ten feet away when he went into a chamber. She stopped and knocked but didn't wait for a answer as she barged in. She stopped dead in her tracks as she barged into the servants chambers. She was paralyzed to her spot as the men servant whistled. She blushed as she held her chest. She finally felt a arm grab hers and push her back out of the chamber and down the hall. She kept her gaze down, afraid to find out who. She was led to another chamber she never seen. She finally looked up as the door shut behind her. She was met with the cold gaze that could cut through her. She blushed as she held herself again.

"What happened to your dress?" He yelled angry. She didn't know why he was mad about the dress. Well not until his next statement. "Tell me who attacked you!" He yelled. She smiled at the thought of him being protective of her.

"No one-" She started to say but he cut her off.

"Tell me who ripped your dress!" He yelled again. She jumped at his volume.

"I did!" She snapped. She smiled when he tried to hold in a good laugh. He then quickly turned around to face the bed.

"I needed to tell you something. Hold a second, why were you in the servant's chambers?" She asked cutting herself off.

"I have friends there, but that doesn't matter. What did you have to tell me?" He asked walking away trying to busy himself. She felt nervous at his movements.

"Sit down please, you're making me nervous." She asked more to herself though. But he heard and slowly sat on the bed, looking at his feet like he had three instead of two feet. She gulped down the knot that was rising in her throat. She then walked, so she was with in two feet in front of him. She looked at his feet also.

"I want you to know that I'm sorry for all the fights that happened before, that made us the way we are. I want to tell you the reason I pushed you away." She said still very nervous.

"I know why" he told her. She looked up at him. But his gaze stayed with the ground. "Because you didn't love me, and to tell you the truth it worked."

She looked at the ground once more at that statement.

"So you got over me? I understand why you hate me." She told him as she turned away and headed for the door.

"Hate?" He asked which stopped her in her tracks. "Trust me if I hated you, everything would have been fine. I can marry someone I hate. But the thing is that I could never hate you. No matter how much I wanted to. I could never hate you. What I can't stand is the fact that after you tell me that you don't love me and when I come back, sure of myself, that you did love me, you turn me down again. Even after you came to my wedding, the wedding I dreaded, at the end of the day I am still, if not more, in love with you. So no, I don't hate you, I just hate the fact that you could never love me." He told her. She looked down for what seemed like the billionth time in just ten minutes. But this time she smiled. She felt her heart sore at his words. She turned back around to see he was still staring at his feet. She ran to him and tackled him back on the bed in a hug. He became stiff at first, but hugged back if not more than her. She let go and looked up at him. She saw his skeptical look.

"I'm so sorry; I should never choice honor before pleasure. Well because at the end of the day, I still love you" She told him.