It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
She couldn't remember laughing more as they sat at dinner. It was noisy, almost a hundred people were crowded in the room. She sat in a small corner with Glitch, Cain, and Raw, telling them countless stories about her time as an othersider.
"So this cop, he harrasses you, why?" Cain shook his head, not quite understanding what was so different in the police men on the other side.
"I lived in the middle of no where and I'm the only one who ever caused trouble." She leaned back in her chair, swirled her glass of nonalchoholic wine. "Why can't I have the real stuff?" She'd been pouting off and on for the last few hours.
After breakfast she'd been swept away almost instantly to discuss having a ball as a kind of a reintroducing, it'd been long, boring, and tedious. Then they'd been stuck doing a press conference. Now that was a pool of sharks she hadn't wanted to swim with. But by the end they'd managed to safely assure the reporters that although Azkadellia was alive and not in prison, the witch was in fact defeated. That certainly call for wine.
Glitch chuckled at her protests, he wasn't drinking either but he didn't seem to mind. He leaned close so that he could easily whisper in her ear without anyone else hearing. "Don't worry about it, I happen to know that it isn't very good tonight."
She glared at him, challange in her eyes. "You are such a liar."
"Yep." He grinned, poured the last couple sips of his drink on her head. Her eyes widened as she sputtered in protest, she couldn't find words. Laughter came from behind her. She smiled up at Ahamo, waited expectantly.
"I want to talk to you for a second." He explained patiently.
"Oh," She handed Cain her glass, fumbled a little. Glitch gave her a look that almost had her on the floor in laughter. She knew what he was thinking, she may not have had any wine but she certainly was acting drunk. Taking a cleasing breath, she stood.
"Glitch." Ahamo smiled, keeping his eyes on his daughter. "I believe my wife is looking for you." With that, he took his daughter's arm and led her out onto the balcony.
"So," She leaned against the railing, loved the cool breeze that blew through her hair. " What exactly did you want to talk about?"
He laughed, she was always one to get directly to the point, in most instances. "Glitch."
She straightened, turned away so that he wouldn't see her blush quite so easily. "In that case there's nothing to talk about."
He rested his elbows on the stone rail, looked down at the scenery below. "Not today there isn't, but there will be. I see the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you."
"I'm not sure I understand." She shook her head, glanced over her shoulder. Glitch was walking away, toward the middle of the room. There was nothing going on, there couldn't be. She'd promised herself she'd never give in to the illusion of love, it couldn't last. She wasn't like her parents, she didn't feel that kind of destined love they felt, did she? It was possible, she could even see it. But she couldn't let that happen, she could never ask someone to tie themselves to her for live. There would never be love for her.
"Your terrified." Ahamo wrapped an arm around her, " And being from this family, your probably more worried for Glitch than you are for yourself." She shrugged and he continued. "Or maybe it's equal. It may not seem like it now, but it was the same with me and your mother. She didn't want to force the responsiblities of marrying a queen so she almost didn't let me love her. Do you both a favor, give him a little more credit. After all, I handled it alright and I hadn't ever been the queen's advisor."
She blinked away the tears that threatened to run down her cheeks, rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." Her voice came out in a whisper.
Glitch knelt down beside the queen, couldn't help but feel familiar with the situation. "You were looking for me, your majesty?"
"Yes." She smiled and waved absently at the little girl across the room. "I wanted to ask you personally. How long until you tell my daughter that your in love with her?"
He almost swallowed his tongue. Crimson flooded his cheeks. She laughed, a light and gentle sound that suited the queen. "I know love when I see it." He glanced over his shoulder, from where he was he could see DG leaning into her father. It warmed his heart to see how easily she accepted him into heart, but that was the kind of woman she was.
"She doesn't want someone like me." He shook his head, he could never hide anything from the queen. "She deserves to find someone young and intellegent. Someone who can stand beside her and not publicly embarrass her by saying something stupid."
"Ambrose." She smiled, waited until his eyes met hers again. "Ahamo said the same thing to my father. He believed it too. But Gale women don't care what they deserve. We know what we want. And she wants you. Take care of her, Ambrose."
"But we're not..." He began as she started laughing again.
"But you will," She disagreed, delighted that she could play a part in her daughter's future again. "Soon."
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance