Meggie smiled as Farid gently ran his fingers through her long, silky blonde hair. She pulled the blanket over the both of them and he kept her close to his side for warmth.
"What kind of events are at a tournament?" Meggie asked.
"I don't know; I've never been to one before." Farid admitted.
"Hopefully it'll be up to me in the end, that way I can choose you." She sighed.
"I'm sure everything will work out perfectly," He reassured, kissing the top of her head softly.
"I wonder what Mo will think when I tell him all about this fiasco when we get back." She laughed.
"We?" He questioned.
"I plan to bring you along with me." She replied. "I can't just leave you here."
"That's very considerate of you, Princess Meggie." He smirked.
"Thank you, Prince Farid." She retorted.
"You seem content with the fact that you're stuck her for a little while." He pointed out.
"As long as I have you as company, I'll be perfectly fine. And if Mo can't read me out for another ten years, maybe we could start our own family." She said.
"That sounds pretty good right now," He sighed happily.
"Do you have sleeping wear I could put on? I'm getting a little tired," She yawned.
"I'll go see if we have something for you," He murmured and carefully got up, heading straight to the closet. He was in there for five minutes until he finally came out, looking a little flushed. He held a small blue nightgown in his hands, which would only reach her knees at the most. She took it from him and examined it as she stood up.
"Well I guess this will have to do. Besides, I know you like it." She scoffed, looking directly at Farid.
"I do not!" He gasped. "...Okay, maybe just a little bit, but that was the only thing in there!"
"Turn around, please." She commanded. He turned around and waited until she tapped him on the shoulder. He nearly chocked on his own breath as she plopped onto the bed, exposing her legs that had surprisingly tanned slightly from her stay in the kingdom. He nearly fell forward as he studied her carefully.
"Wow…" He whispered.
"I take it that you like this outfit," She laughed and he sat beside her. She laid down on the bed and he could only stare. She laughed at his expression and used her finger to close his mouth.
"Let's go to bed. You have to be ready to win the tournament, remember?" She reminded him.
"Um…okay," He muttered as she crawled under the bed sheets. He crawled in beside her and he felt her leg rub against his. A shiver traveled up his spine and he closed the gap between them, her head resting on his outstretched arm. She laid on her side as he moved his arm down and around her waist.
"This surprisingly feels comfortable. Like…like its right," She murmured.
"Like love?" He suggested.
"Exactly like love," She agreed and their lips met. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they pressed against each other, moving together in a single harmony. Meggie gasped as her nightgown shifted upward, but Farid kept her distracted.
What would Mo think if he saw me kissing a boy? She thought worriedly, but Farid's soft kisses on her lips immediately sent that thought to the back of her mind. He gently ran his fingers through her hair as she broke away for a breath.
"I love you," He said softly.
"I love you, too." She replied with a smile.
As the two lay in each other's arms, they felt as if they'd finally found their soul mates.
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In the dungeon of the kingdom, Gregory was sneaking about with a candle in his hands. He approached a cell that happened to contain Dariad, who was lying bitterly on a small cot. He growled at Gregory as the prince entered the cell.
"What do you want?" Dariad sneered.
"I'm here to offer you a deal." Gregory replied. "One that could set you free and allow you to get revenge on Farid."
"I'm listening." Dariad grinned.
"Tomorrow Farid and I are competing for Princess Meggie's hand in marriage and I need your help to win." Gregory explained.
"What's my job?" Dariad questioned.
"You have to cause Farid to lose every single event. Once he's lost, you can dispose of him."
"Won't that just cause me to be put to death?" Dariad pointed out.
"Not if I help you make it look like Farid killed himself in self-pity," Gregory snickered.
"I like the way you think." Dariad cackled.
This chapter is short, but I included some FaridxMeggie fluff that I'm 95 percent sure you'll enjoy. And I added some evil thinking for those of you who enjoy action. Which reminds me, there will be plenty of action in the next chapter. Dustfinger might just arrive right as Meggie's husband is about to be found out. But you didn't hear that from me. :]