A/N: You guys are going to think I am evil. Quite evil. But this is more of a filler chapter, and next chapter may clear some things up. Tegatus is a name from a book, Wormwood. I didn't make it up. Enjoy! And before I forget, thank you Unlikely Rose for reviewing. They brighten my day.

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The man smiled mischievously, arching one eyebrow.

"Nay, I am not Kaspar." He said tentatively; a bride and groom aren't supposed to know each other. But on a closer look, I saw it wasn't Kaspar at all. I sighed.

"Well, then damn." I whispered. We walked down the aisle, and to Katerine I rolled my eyes at the sight of mother crying. I looked down to refrain from laughing aloud, and I noticed my husband, I still didn't know his name, was looking at me with an amused expression. I think I was going to like him.

After taking a few breaths I looked up at him. He had a kind face, his hands were soft, and I supposed he did not work outside too much. He had brown eyes, I sighed at that, but they were deep and beautiful, with flecks of hazel in them. He had a strong nose, narrow, but not pointy. It was gentle, and the only word I could use to describe it was maybe Greek god-like. Inwardly I laughed at that, only having heard stories of Apollo and Zeus, and who knows what other characters. He had slight freckles on his pale skin, and lips that were slightly pouty. He had red hair, which was rare in these parts, but very good looking on him.

The aisle seemed to never end, but when it did it was a relief. We stepped out of the dusty church and breathed in the crisp autumn air. Galatea had gotten some romantic idea, and thought it would be absolutely fabulous if they could all throw rice and whatnot in the air behind us. I didn't really care, but I didn't exactly know 'til that moment. After a while though, going down the few stairs there were was troublesome with bits of rice falling through the air, and I felt more than a few land in my hair and stay there. When we got to the bottom, we turned around and waved before getting in the first carriage that was lined up, and the last thing I saw before a handful of rice hit my face, and one hit my eye, was Galatea clasping her hands to her mouth. I wasn't sure if she was covering a smirk or a gasp of shock, but I tripped over my hem, and fell down and hit my head on the carriage door, which the doorman had opened ceremoniously.

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"Is she usually this accident prone?" A voice asked. A laugh, or a few, could be heard in reply.

"God be with her, yes. Lor, she couldn't walk down a simple hill a little more than two weeks ago without falling and nearly breaking her neck." A barking kind of laugh was heard. "You best keep a good eye on this'un."

I looked up, and found I could sit up. Nothing was broken, no pain, just a slight throbbing in my head. But I got up, taking in the room around me. It was a grand room; not large, per se, but furnished richly, and the fire blazing warmed me to the heart. This was my new home. I looked around for my husband, and I'd be dammed if I did not find out his name then and there.

I saw him in the corner, talking with Galatea expressively, using his hands to talk, and she had crossed her arms and was shaking her head. He looked up at me and smiled warmly, excusing himself from Galatea's presence and making his way over to the couch I was sitting on. I rose, and we introduced ourselves. Finally.

"Er...hello. I'm Falya."

"Charmed. I'm Tegatus." We stood there a bit uncomfortably. What were we supposed to say? To do?

"You know, this is the first time, since I knew we were getting married, that I heard your name." I blurted. He raised an eyebrow, "Honest!"

He started to laugh. It was a pleasant laugh, and reminded me a lot of Kaspar's. As I thought of it more and more, he looked and acted very much like Kaspar. I understood that facially, they were different, but something, something looked alike, and there was a relative character in them. The hair was exactly the same, the same length, texture, and shine, whatever. But the color, that was the only difference. It struck something in me, and I decided, that if he was anything like Kaspar, then I would like it here very much.

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The party lasted to well through the night, and as all were going to bed, you could see the sun peeking over the horizon line, and people just started coming out in the streets. I collapsed on my new, alas unfamiliar bed, and fell asleep. Tegatus, I assumed, would come later.

The sun was high in the sky when people started to awaken, and I was one of the first to arise. I walked in the kitchen to find Galatea already awake, sitting at the table, and Tegatus standing making tea. They were talking about something I had no idea about, probably something that Gala learned about in that school of hers. She turned towards me and said hello. It was possibly the nicest hello that she had given me, maybe all of her life. I said good morning back, narrowing my eyes at her. I didn't trust this girl. Tegatus turned to see why Galatea had ceased to speak, or my case, ceased to make noise. Same difference.

"Good morning Falya." He said, coming over and giving me a warm embrace. He grasped my hand and led me to the table. I almost laughed at his actions. We were both so tense with each other, but I suppose with time the wall would fade. We sat down, but I quickly got up to make myself a cup of tea. It was a good quality tea, definitely not the kind we had back at home, but kind that seemed expensive to buy. I smiled at the tea; at least, in this aspect of getting married I would not be upset with. I came back to the table and sat down, listening to Tegatus and Galatea resume their argument.

"But he's a dolt! If he knew how to govern, then Dashport wouldn't be in this situation! A fool could know that this year is a bad time to raise taxes, especially for the farmers who make much less than the soft city folk."

"Soft city folk?" Tegatus repeated, a little irate, "We are not soft! You know nothing about the hardships of city life. You know that our taxes are more than yours, because we make more money?"

"No, I didn't. But that also leaves that face of 'you make more money'. You keep a larger percentage of money than we do." They both shrugged, and Tegatus smiled at Gala, and then at me.

"You have such a fighting sister." He said, smiling mischievously. I grimaced.

"You have no idea," I muttered, but I know he heard, and Gala turned red. I didn't like that their situation was more comfortable, and it bothered me, but every so often Tegatus would look over at me, content as a bee in...well, a field of flowers.

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A/N: I would also like to point out that this was kinda short, like all my other chapters. Anyways, yes there is tension between Tegatus and Falya, mainly because they do not know each other, not that they dislike each other. But Falya and Gala, are not on very good terms and have never been close. So, anyways. Review! -Lorna