Author's note: I know, another short one. But as a trade off I promise to write at least ten chapters, deal?
"There will be no practice today, squires. Today a Princess is buried," Sir Theodore informed the Jane and Gunther. Gunther did not ride off to find his father, as he normally did on such days, but instead offered to Jane his support.
"I understand you were quite close to her little majesty, and I only wish to make this as painless as possible," offered Gunther.
Jane was at first not sure if he was teasing, but as she looked into his hazelnut brown eyes, she knew him to be honest. And so, she passed the day with him. They first headed to the kitchens, as they both were exceedingly hungry after not having eaten dinner the night before. They came across Rake and Pepper, working hard on pea soup.
"Feel free to grab a roll," Pepper yelled over her shoulder.
They did so and continued on. Not sure what to do, they headed to the practice yard. They spent the rest of the day sparring.
As night fell, she changed into the only black she had, and traveled with her friends to the crypt. The wizard was there, to speak a few final words to keep Lavinia's soul at rest, but Jane did not believe that he was successful, for her spirit still haunted her.
"Jane, may I have a word with you?" inquired Gunther.
"Of course. Now what did you wish to say?"
"Jane, for six years I have practiced with you. I know that I have not been kind to either you or your friends for those years, but I know no other way. I was raised by my father, who is hardly the man who you want to model future relationships on. What I'm trying to say is…I'm trying to say I love you."
"Gunther," Jane raised a hand to his cheek, "I cannot love you." With that, Jane walked away, up to her rooms, at which point she quietly fell asleep hoping she could go the rest of her life without seeing Gunther.