1A/N- It's me again, and not four months later. Yay for me! I hope to get to the leaving part in two or three chapters, if possible. I don't intend to drag it out forever, because we're going to delve into her life as a governess for a little while. Then there has to be the resolution... Phew! I get tried just thinking about all the writing these fingers will be doing all summer. But I'm siked about getting more out.

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CHAPTER 11

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WALKING ON AIR

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I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself for a good amount of time following the encounter at the Old Palace. Most of the time I was caught between a nervous churning in the pit of my stomach, grinning like an imbecile, or lamenting the loss of my fantasy. I managed to keep an appearance of apathy in front of Edward at the very least, and oftentimes I even managed to smile when he was around. Usually it was not even a conscious effort, but instead the product of thinking of Jerrold and imagining all that could be. The more I thought about it, I was surprised that I was quickly accustoming myself to the idea of loving and being loved. Not to say that it wasn't scary, of course. Now, at least, it was welcome.

I suppose the most difficult part was not letting on that Jerrold and I were unofficially in love. It was good as official, really, because he'd intended to say it and I reciprocated the sentiment, even if I wasn't quite brave enough to tell him that yet. It was quite difficult to act naturally when I was often caught in moments of rumination on the matter in which I'm certain I must have appeared to be in some sort of a daze. Tata had the good sense just to go about her usual business and smile sagely to herself (which I was learning to ignore and accept). I suppose that she had figured out by then that something of significance had happened, but she didn't press me for information.

I went about trying to avoid Jerrold under pathetic guises, not quite certain when 'that day' would come, but intent on not rushing it. It was just as well, though, as Jerrold was allegedly occupied with state business. I threw myself passionately (perhaps a bit overzealously) into the study of math and sciences just to find something to keep my mind occupied. There are only so many times that one can think 'Good heavens... I'm in love! Love! With Jerrold!' without beginning to feel like a mindless twit. It was reassuring to know that I had not completely lost my scholarly abilities in the discovery of love, despite the fact that my mind often wandered.

Oddly enough, while Jerrold was detained by his obligations, Edward made it his personal mission to study me intently at every meal. There was not a day of the week when he was not leaning his chin on his fist and watching me with such fierce concentration that I was tempted to throw a spoon at him to remind him of rude he was. I didn't, however, trying to prove to him and myself that he meant nothing anymore and that I was far more mature than he could ever dream to be. There was such power to be relished in the fact that he could not touch me now; that even when armed with the most devastating of information there was nothing he could do to break me. It must have driven him mad. We were both disciplined actors, as our precarious situation dictated, so there was no way to be absolutely certain that he felt as livid as I imagined him to be.

Entering the dining hall, I found it difficult to imagine he was not angry. Edward was focused intently on his plate, staring at it with an intensity that normal people do not look at food with. In my head I had already decided the conversation, and already I knew what demure and genteel things I would say to drive him over the edge. I knew my uncle could not stand my usual boldness, and that nothing would unnerve him more than some dramatic change in behavior.

"Edward," I said politely, seating myself at the opposite end of the table. It took everything in me not to smirk.

"Rosalie" was the short reply, and the cold gray eyes found their way to me. "You seem well."

"No better than I ought to be. And you look well. I suppose business is proceeding as it should." I took a bite of the porridge in front of me and blinked at him curiously. "Uncle?"

He gave an restive cough. "Business... yes, that's going as well as ever. And I suppose that... whatever it is that you do to pass the time is going just as well."

"Oh, yes! I'm studying Physics right now, actually. I happened upon a book in the market of the complete studies and theorems of Carprenocus. I can only understand part of it, but it's very-"

Uncle Edward held up a hand to stop me. "I'm sorry," he laughed, shaking his head in apparent amusement. "I cannot listen to one more moment of this blatantly nonsensical conversation. I've insulted you for your impudence on many occasions, but I suppose it's preferable to feigned politeness any day. We hardly are fond of one another, so I don't see why it should be hidden. It has been on no other occasion. Personally, I find it amusing that someone who hated me with such a passion only two weeks ago has suddenly taken it upon herself to be civil. You're not a civil person; you've hardly got any reign on your emotions whatsoever."

"Somehow, I believe my behavior contradicts what you're saying, Uncle," I countered, pursing my lips and giving him a look of coyness.

"Well, you can persist, but it seems obvious to me that the impact of my revelation was somehow lessened by something else of great importance." He paused and rubbed his chin contemplatively. "And given the fact that your afternoon was undoubtedly spent with none other than His Highness, I believe I have an inkling of why you've dealt with this so... maturely. I'm not ashamed to say it, either. No. I'm too pleased at the prospect of-"

"Of what? I haven't the slightest idea of what you're speaking of," I rebutted, disappointed at the emotion that had found its way into my voice. I set down my spoon, wishing very much that the rest of the world (Edward, specifically) was not fifty times as perceptive as I. I never would have figured such a thing out on my own.

"Oh heavens, here we go again... Tell me the truth, Rosalie, and I promise you on my honor-"

I scoffed, quirking a dubious eyebrow. "Your honor? Do you even know what that is? I doubt very much that you have enough honor for me to stake anything on."

"I will leave you alone, Rosalie, if only because you will someday be Queen. You will marry your prince, and you will have your happiness. I will have mine. Don't you see?" Edward gave an almost gleeful laugh. "It's so terribly simple. With you married-"

I pushed my chair out, shaking my head in disbelief. He had to be insane. Completely and utterly insane. If he thought that it was that easy to call a truce, he most certainly had another thing coming.

"Uncle Edward, I believe that you are quite gravely mistaken. If hell began to freeze over; if the sky came falling down to earth in pieces; if the horsemen of the apocalypse arrived on our very estate, I would never even for a moment contemplate calling a truce with you. I would sooner throw myself off a cliff onto jagged rocks or be eaten alive by ogres. I would..." I kicked the chair in abruptly. "I suppose you understand."

"I'm not asking for a truce, Rosalie. You may hate me as much as you like. That does not matter. All that matters is that you'll marry him." He looked me straight in the eyes, leaning forward on the table. "He loves you. He must have told you so. Tell me honestly: did he tell you? Is it absolutely certain?"

"He told me no such thing," I snapped, feeling my cheeks burning. "You make these assumptions with no proof whatsoever. Jerrold never told me he loved me. And even if he had, even if he will, it will not change anything. I wouldn't just marry him and leave the estate to you. For heaven's sake, Edward, are you really so naive? To think that after everything, I would just forgive you because I had a romantic prospect! It's laughable. I want to see your face on the day that this estate is legally mine. That means the worl- No. I'm not you. It's not the world to me, but I will see this through. "

The look of victory on Edward's face disappeared, and he stood up with a look of fury. "The things that I have done to hurt you and break you... they were all just a means to an end. I would do the same to anyone else in your situation. You're a child. For all the backtalk that you give me, you're hardly a worthy opponent. I see your weaknesses, because I look. You're too silly and self-centered to-"

"I'm self-centered? Says the man who's been doing anything within his power to intimidate his niece into getting whatever it is that he wants! Money is all you care about. Why? What good is it if you're never going to be pleased with it? You're going to work yourself to death, always reaching and grasping for more and more... I've lead a charmed life, maybe, and I've never gone without, but I still think you're a fool. No amount of money is worth the value that you place on it. Furthermore, I apologize for the fact that something called a life detained me from studying you for your weaknesses, but I don't regret for a moment that I'm not a grasping devious snake of a person."

The look of absolute ire on his face, which once might have frightened me, seemed more pathetic than anything else now. He was pitiful. Sure, he had mastered ways of hurting me, but beyond that there was no great purport to give his life any sort of meaning. The greed that consumed his every thought was a sad excuse of a purpose. Edward was nothing. My realization couldn't erase what he'd done to me, but it certainly gave me a feeling of exemption. Maybe I wouldn't have to care what he did anymore. Even if he attacked my past, it didn't matter. I had a future; a glittering vision of safety and salvation that awaited me. He couldn't touch it. Even if I were stupid enough to reveal it to him, there was nothing he could do. Edward couldn't touch Jerrold. He could attack ghosts and tear down their honor with the cruelty that boundless greed supplied him with, shameless enough to disgrace those who can offer no defense for themselves. Nothing he could do could possibly alter my perception of Jerrold.

"This was an opportunity for you, Rosalie. I had nothing to gain by it, but you had the security of knowing that I would do nothing to hurt you any further. You have willingly cast off this opportunity," Edward boomed, glowering all the while. "Know that you've brought this upon yourself."

"You can't hurt me. Not anymore. It's simple, really. I don't have to care what you say, because in the end it won't matter. In the end, I'll get my happy ending. I will. Because-"

A supercilious simper appeared on his face. "Because he promised you that he'd give you that much, did he? We're a bit haughty now, aren't we? You're not invincible, dear child. I may not be able to hurt you, but... I suppose what I say doesn't matter to you. It's just as well."

Uncle Edward made his way back to his seat and lounged back thoughtfully in the chair. Perhaps I'd said too much; that obviously wouldn't be terribly shocking considering the fact that I lose quite a bit of restraint in the heat of the moment. I didn't want to worry about it, though. I wanted more than anything to believe myself free of him. I am, I scolded myself, mustering as much conviction as could be managed. He doesn't matter. I'm done with him. Only a year! And all the while I'll have Jerrold. I am done with him. I've won.

"You're free to go, Rosalie, if that is what you wish. You've been very informative,"he said flippantly, waving a dismissive hand at me. "Go to your prince. You can recite sonnets and stare longingly into each other's eyes. Isn't that what idiots in love seem to find so appealing?"

"I don't suppose you'd know. I doubt even your mother loved you," I mumbled, shuffling to the door.

"Ah! So you admit to being in love, then?"

I tilted my chin up boldly and a little haughtily, glaring in his direction. "You are intent upon my being Queen, Uncle? Truly and honestly? You ought to know that if I were Queen, the first thing I would do is make sure that you are completely and utterly ruined."

"Touche, my dear girl, touche."

I gave a quick, almost self-congratulating curtsy and exited the room, smiling to myself. I had managed the impossible: blind siding Edward. He had no clever retort to offer, no empty threats... nothing. Perhaps it was true. I was convinced that it was going to be better as Jerrold had told me; that the year that remained did not have to be a burden. It had been a long time since I'd felt so brightly about anything, and it was beyond marvelous. I was happy; truly and utterly.

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Spring in Frell was a wondrous metamorphosis from the bleak skies and snow covered streets of the long winter. I suppose I was a bit late in noticing it (as it had been Spring for some time now), but my own transformation made it all the more beautiful. Even in the midst of the bustling, cobbled streets of the city, the fresh green of the surrounding woods could be seen and smelled, filling the entire city with the light fragrance of budding trees and blossoming flowers. Rain came frequently, but that particular day the sun was shining so brilliantly that all memories of the desolate winter months seemed something from a distant dream.

Edward was perhaps right about one thing; love certainly does make people idiotic. I was nearly spouting sonnets in my head about the glory of Spring, as if I had never seen the seasons change before in my life. Alleopes impatient stomping was enough to snap me out of my daydreams. We were out in the pasture, as we had been some months before, doing exactly the same thing we had been doing last time. This time, however, I had the great fortune of boasting two personal victories, which Alleopes unfortunately had no particular interest in. The only way his attention could be kept was when I gave him an apple, and even then he seemed distracted. Which, of course, was especially vexing as I expected him to listen attentively to my every word. I suppose I was accepting at long last that each of us were in the relationship for one reason. If I weren't so utterly pleased with the way things were going, I might've thought it sad that I needed a centaur as an excuse to hear myself talk.

"Isn't it lovely? Fate works in mysterious ways, my friend. I never thought I'd ever have cause to say this again, but I'm rather pleased with the way things are going. Aren't you? Yes, I know... you got the bad end of the deal. I've neglected you terribly these past months. Here's an apple. You know that means you've got to listen to me, don't you? I don't give you enough apples to feed a starving village for nothing, you know." I paused and smiled, handing him a portion of apple and shaking my head at myself. "Yes, I have gone completely mad, but you'll do your best to ignore that fact, won't you? As long as there are apples at least."

Alleopes chewed the apple with that blank look in his eyes, apparently oblivious to the moronic words coming out of my mouth. I wondered, if he was capable of intelligent thoughts, what he would think of me. An idiot, undoubtedly. I wrinkled my nose.

"You and I both know that I'm not usually so silly and... well, dumb about such things. I initially thought love was a terrible idea," I explained breathlessly, petting his head while prattling on. "And you know Jerrold; he's been my best friend for centuries ( not literally, of course, but you know what I mean). But it's all happened so fast, and I'm finding that it's a rather good idea now that I think about it. I mean, how is it any harder than being best friends? We already are experienced at the art of having meaningless fights and making up. He's obviously willing to fight for me, not that I sanction that. If anything I think it's idiotic, and that I'm quite capable of handling such things on my own... But I suppose it's nice to know that he will, anyhow. I mean, I suppose even if he didn't care for me in that way he'd fight for me; men like to pretend they're chivalric when really all they want is to bash each other for no reason."

"Of course. Why else would there be wars?"

There was no need to look to see who it was. The accent narrowed the list down to one person, who also happened to be the last person on earth I wanted hearing me gush to myself. Hell, I would have preferred Devlin, even if I did know that he'd tell anyone and everyone. At least that way I could trust that it wouldn't be twisted in some malicious way. I glanced over my shoulder at Calantha, who was dressed surprisingly simply in a maroon dress that offset her tan skin beautifully. She stood there for a moment, smiling naturally, as if she had no secret agenda. But knowing her and knowing that she most likely did, I refrained from smiling back. I handed Alleopes another portion of an apple and did nothing to acknowledge she was even there.

"I'm not accustomed to such a cold reception, to be honest, but I understand that you are so intimate with the royals that you have become used to greeting people of my stature informally," she said, not maliciously, but with a bothersome air of arrogance nonetheless.

"Intimate? I suppose, in this context, you are not referring to the obscene allegation that I am His Highness' mistress. Am I correct in this?" I inquired, politely and coldly. I dusted off my dress and rose to my feet, giving her the most elegant curtsey I could manage and a humble 'Your Highness' before sitting back down.

"I did not tell anyone that, as you undoubtedly realize. You would know perfectly well if I had, believe me!" Calantha laughed impersonally, as if she herself found nothing humorous about what she'd said.

"Well, Princess, I give you my most heartfelt thanks for not spreading such a cruel and unwarranted rumor about me. I know that anyone who stands in your path is just begging for such treatment, but the fact that you only threatened me with such an immature and vicious rumor shows how truly magnanimous you are. Your kindness will not be forgotten, I assure you of that."

Calantha said nothing, her hazel eyes focused on Alleopes. "What do you call it?" she asked, her voice not at all repentant. There was a just enough kindness in it to imply that she wanted her cruelty swept under the rug. However amazing that was in and of itself, I was fairly certain that this was only part of a ploy to learn of the true extent of my relationship with Jerrold and plan her method of attack accordingly. Paranoid, perhaps, but most likely true.

"It is a he, and his name is Alleopes," I replied, resting a protective hand on his head. "He was a gift for my twelfth birthday."

"Ayorthaian for 'apples'. It's a lovely language, isn't it?" Calantha said, leaning shyly to pet his head. "I suppose I am partial to it because it is my first language, but it has such a melodic sound to it."

I nodded, watching her guardedly. "It's lovely, but, as in any language, it depends a great deal on the speaker. Some make it sound like a beautiful song while others make it sound like an out of tune violin."

"I suppose you find that I make it sound like the latter," she replied irreverently, looking at me with her lips pursed. "You know, at home I hardly ever talk. I know you wouldn't believe it. No one talks in Ayortha. Perhaps the peasants, but certainly not the nobles. I find it lovely to be here in Kyrria, where there is a healthy amount of talking and gossiping."

"I personally find no amount of gossip healthy, especially when it is about me," I quipped, trying to distract Alleopes, who was basking in the attention Calantha was giving him, with an apple. It didn't work.

Calantha ignored me, her hazel eyes focused intently on Alleopes, as if she were talking only to him. Which, of course, bothered me immensely as he was my confidant. "Rarely are the heirs of the Kyrrian throne and the heris of the Ayorthaian throne so near in age. But King Char started procreating early and my father started late, and it evened out. It has been the favorite wish of my father that I marry Jerrold. Not even a wish, really. It is his expectation. My brother shall marry the princess of Dartania and rule Ayortha, and I shall marry Jerrold and be queen of Kyrria.

"You see, there isn't any 'I hope to marry him' or 'It would be best if we married'. We shall. Whatever must be done to make that come about will be done." Calantha looked to me momentarily, a complacent certainty in her eyes. I stared at her dumbly, not quite understanding whether this was a serious lecture or her idea of a joke. "Princes marry princesses. They don't marry duchesses. You offer nothing. I offer everything."

I gave scoffed incredulously, looking for her to give me a malicious smile or a scornful laugh. At least then there would be something to hate her for. There was none of her false kindness or feigned innocence; if anything she was speaking and acting with a poise that I had not thought her capable of. Still, when she looked to me for a response, I couldn't even manage to smother my laugh. I mean, really; what one earth was she talking about? As if Jerrold cared about the stupid convictions of her father. And really, what could she offer that I couldn't? I mean, besides the stupid title of princess, there was no way that she could possibly be a better queen than I.

I don't even care about that right now, I thought in irritation. In Kyrria's name, can things just be happy and simple for a short while without having to worry about marriage and being queen and Calantha and Edward? Is it really so outlandish to hope for normalcy; to wish to be freed from the tangled mess of relationships and rivalries for a brief time? Of course it was. Ever since mother had died, nothing had been simple

"I suppose you've discussed your little scheme with King and Queen? Or Court Linguist and Cook's Helper; whatever it is that she prefers to go by. And you've spoken to Jerrold as well? I hope you do realize that Eleanor was not even a duchess. That didn't seem to stop King Charmont, did it?" I asked, almost jeeringly. I paused, realizing how unattractive I was acting. I sighed and tried to give her an apologetic smile, before pressing on gently. "What of you, Calantha? Don't you think you deserve to at least be in love? What good is a marriage if it's just to fulfill your father's wishes?"

She turned to me with an ominous sort of look in her eyes. "Love is not for princes and princesses to worry about. The marriage between King Charmont and Queen Eleanor is a rarity. Even if a prince believes himself in love with someone beneath him, he will usually find that she will not make a suitable queen. She will not understand his obligations."

"I do. I would. There was never a time that I ever tried to prevent Jerrold from fulfilling his obligations to his father and his country," I refuted passionately. "Perhaps I am not a princess, but I know Jerrold well enough to know what his choice would be. If he has any of his mother and father in him, if he is the boy that I've grown up with and the young man that... that I respect greatly, he will choose love."

Calantha rolled her eyes. "You, you mean? He told you he loves you?

I flushed. "Well, in so many words. It was impli– I'm not going to dignify that with an answer, thank you very much. It isn't your business. I'm hardly going to worry about that now. For heaven's sake; I'm hardly seventeen!"

She laughed, and in it there was a trace of her typical hatefulness. "Congratulations." And then, instead of continuing on to try and refute what I'd said, she did something I never could have expected. She started walking away. I watched her for a moment stupidly, before following her.

"So you came all the way out here just to say that?" I demanded, completely dumbfounded. "That's all?"

Calantha looked over her shoulder. "I did not come here seeking you out. It was a chance meeting. I've said all that needed to be said. I'm not here to challenge you. You may have whatever sort of relationship you wish with Jerrold."

"I thank you most reverently, but I do not need your permission," I countered, unable to smother my need to argue with her. It was odd that I was being the immature one. Something must have caused the change in her; some sort of knowledge that I did not possess. It really should not have mattered; she was Calantha, after all, and she would do and say whatever pleased her. I was not quite unsettled, but I was certainly confused and curious. I was more a threat to Calantha's dream now than I'd ever been before and, ironically, she picked then to begin acting like a human being.

I shook it off and rested my head on Alleopes. I'm happy, no matter what, I reminded myself. Jerrold and I; that's all there is to care about. Jerrold and I.

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It was an evening, some time after my meeting Calantha, when dusk was settling in with its hazy purple hue canvassing the sky overhead. I had been in my room when I heard the click of pebbles on my window. I chastised him jokingly; 'You'll have to pay for the repair if you break it' or something of the sort. I can't quite recall. All I remember is the way that he looked, standing beneath my window; the ardor in his emerald eyes and the way that the wind was playing with his disheveled sandy-brown locks. The way that the world looked and felt at that moment in time felt like a puzzle finally pieced together right. I wondered what to say. I thought perhaps I shouldn't say anything. It was safer that way; at least I wouldn't run the risk of saying something stupid or awkward.

I descended the trellis, not thinking at all about falling, not offering a joke about how he'd have to catch me if I did. There was a stillness about it all, but in the silence there was the heaviness of things unspoken. My feet touched the ground and I looked to him. He said nothing and I said nothing. I might've smiled at him or told him about Calantha and Edward and all the things they'd said. There was no cause to. He seemed to comprehend everything about me by the way that his eyes were fixed on mine. I looked to the ground and back up to him, but he wasn't watching me anymore.

"I'm tired, I think," Jerrold said arduously, his eyes looking off somewhere. He was. I'd thought the 'state affairs' business was a joke, but the way that his shoulder slumped contradicted my thoughts.

I took his calloused hand in mine. "Do you want to walk?"

The grass was damp underfoot, the dew settling upon it in the advancing nightfall. I don't know where we were going, but it didn't matter. I clutched his hand almost nervously, perhaps frightened by the reality of it, the proximity. There was no going back, but that was a comfort. I was glad of that. The silence thundered in my ears and my stomach clenched. We said nothing for a long time, and walked slowly as if we were following a funeral procession.

"I think being king will not be so simple as I once thought," he murmured at last. "It involves so much."

"You will make a great king," I replied, my voice sounding distant. "One of the greatest Kyrria has ever seen or ever shall see."

Jerrold laughed throatily, tightening his grasp on my hand as if he were afraid of what would happen if he were to let go. "Oh? How do you know?"

"You can do nothing by halves. You will give it everything," I told him, certainly. I did not have to act convinced; I was. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He looked at the sky, and his eyes fixated on some far off star. "I love you," he says earnestly. "Always." And then Jerrold looked at me, a sort of indefinable triumph in his eyes.

An odd feeling washed over me. It was not my earlier giddiness, but something deeper and more substantial. I had expected some symphony to begin playing a booming concerto at the moment he said it, but it there was a stillness and clarity that was both unanticipated and pleasant. Over the pounding of my heart, I could barely hear myself say, "I love you too."

Jerrold started mumbling something in a husky whisper into my ear, leaning forward so that our faces were not more than an inch apart. "Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing clover hills, Remember me? Sister child, grown tall, Remember me? I remember you."

Had it been any other day, I would have laughed at his inability to sing. But under the canopy of stars, with one hand holding onto mine and the other placed gently on my waist, and Jerrold leading me in some slow-paced waltz, there was a sort of haunting beauty to the way that his voice sounded as he murmured the Ayorthaian song. I'd heard it before, with someone else singing it; whispering it gently into the ear of someone they loved as Jerrold was now murmuring it to me. I couldn't recall the place or time or person, but it seemed something out of a lovely dream

Perhaps we were swaying clumsily; we may have looked like fools for all I know. It didn't matter. It felt like nothing else would ever matter ever again. Nothing could ever matter as much as the sound of his voice and the cool night air and feeling in my heart that I would have that night to treasure for the rest of my night. Nothing. At this moment, I needed nothing to remind me of what cause I had to be happy. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart, completely at peace.

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A/N- The end part is supposed to be sort of cryptic. I didn't want to kill it with the usual Rosalie-ish analysis of everything said and felt. I thought it better that it be understated. I personally like it that way (which is pretty evident as I wrote it) , but I understand if you do not. The 'you can do nothing by halves' is based off a quote from Sense and Sensibility written by Jane Austen.

Oh, yeah. I think I wrote somewhere that Calantha had 'baby blue eyes, but I'd forgotten at that point that Ayorthaians had a much darker coloring. Or maybe that was just Areida. Either way she has hazel eyes now, and I'll go back and change that later.

Please please please review! I don't threaten my readers with the 'If I don't get 10 reviews, I won't update' thing (and I don't intend to), as I find it a bit immature. I write because I love doing it and I love hearing from you and knowing that I'm making someone happy. I won't lie; I love getting glowing reviews, too! I was kinda disappointed with only five reviews, but I'll attribute that to the fact that the Ella Enchanted section doesn't get as many stories as it used to. Major thanks to those of you who have reviewed; you honestly make my day!

Caronee- Jerrold does in fact love her (as you see here). I liked the cake bit, though; very, very funny! I hope this chapter helps to clarify the last a bit. I'm sorry if it was confusing; I'll try to make things more clear in the future! The thing was that he was trying to tell Rosalie he loved her, but she wanted it to be on a better day.

Hugs and kisses to all the rest of you! (That sounds rather annoying, but whatever) Yay for you reviewing, and get to it if you're not! Please do! Just remember: polite constructive criticism and NO flames! Or praise... that works, too! (I'm kidding; just tell me what you think!)