-1With a groan, Amarant Coral stirs from his slumber. He rolls over and looks at the large window to see it's a bright and sunny day, not a rainy day to his surprise. At a desk nearby said window Freya Crescent is sitting hunched over. With a hum she sways her tail lazily as words come from the tip of her quill and into an empty book. As he tumbles out of the canopy bed, it lurches in relief.

"What're you writing?" he asks from behind her.

"Oh. I'm just writing in my diary." she replies without turning from her work, "You sound like you got a good sleep."

"Yeah. I sure haven't slept in a bed this nice in quite some time. Probably…since the wedding I'm guessing."

"Well, I slept very well last night." she says as she gently closes the tome and turns to face him with a smile.

"I could certainly get used to this…" he says, returning the expression.

Knock, knock

"Miss Freya, I brought you some breakfast." a voice calls from the other side of the oak door.

"Come in, Emma."

With a click the door turns and lets the young maid pushing a cart into the room. But before she can travel a yard, she stops dead in her tracks in drops her jaw.

"I…err…Uhh…umm…" she mouths, completely flabbergasted.

"This is just Amarant Coral, he's my…friend." Freya comforts as she heads toward the girl.

"Lover." Amarant corrects, causing a blush from Freya as well as Emma.

"Umm…ok…I'm going to get some more food." Emma whimpers, staring at the massive chest of the shirtless human. She scuttles out of the room hurriedly, trying her very hardest to shake any impure thoughts about her mistress.

Freya picks up a piece of toast from the silver tray and spreads some boysenberry jam on it. With a glance at Amarant, she takes a bite. Oh, I'm going to get you for embarrassing me! she thinks to her little self.

"So, what is this lovers business, sweetie?", she says as she moves one of the straps of her nightgown off of her shoulder, "We aren't lovers until we make love…"

"Uhh…I haven't taken my morning piss yet!" he shouts, running into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

Freya lets out a hard laugh as she reaches for the tea.

END CHAPTER 1

A/N: I just wrote a small chapter to get me back into writing again. I still haven't made a real title for this story yet, any suggestions? Oh well, I got to get to class. Leave me a comment please on your thoughts! If you haven't read the first story you are probably really confused! Read it again! I think I might re-read it (it's like 61 pages) and make a few corrections here and there…