She was gone. She had just up and rode home. It irked me, and yet could I expect anything different of her? She did have a way with escaping, disappearing, doing whatever I least expected. I smiled ruefully to myself. The war with Galdran was over. The immediate threat was over, and for that I was grateful. The country was far from peace however, what with the absence of a king, a court in turmoil, and a huge army to disassemble. Needless to say there were plenty of things which could have been- should have been- on my mind. Almost everyone I knew reminded me of that in some way or another. Whether it was my mother with her fluting reminders of duty, or my men constantly questioning, "What now?" I knew I ought to be more focused on the future of Remalna. But all I could think about was Meliara. She had fought so bravely, even though I knew she wouldn't see it that way. Likely she would minimize her role in the fight as much as possible, she did things because she believed in them, not to garner attention. So how could I help but admire her? She was so loyal, so strong. My breath caught in my chest, even though I knew that he was gone, as my mind played over the moment I saw the King headed towards her. The rest of the fighting around me was suddenly trivial. My one thought had been She can't die. Not before she knows how you feel. I am more confused than ever… How could I ever explain to her what is happening within me? That I love her? She'd either laugh, or slap me, but most likely she'd run away. That's what she'd done anyhow. Back to Tlanth, back to the people she had fought for. I couldn't help but smile as one last alternative occurred to me. Or she might throw a candlestick at my head. A candlestick which, I'm sure, I could catch one handed.
A/N Yes. It's been ages and you probably hate me for it. BUT! Do you like it? I liked this one—though not much of anything happens. Still I felt like it was a nice moment of reflection for Danric. Review? Yes. Do it.