(I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages. I've had LOADS of homework to do, and I've been ill for the most part. Anyway, on with the story!)

Seth was up, bright and early to get ready for his day with Kisara. He hadn't a clue what he was going to say to her, he just hoped that at the time he would know.

He put on his most modest clothing, but left his headdress on his dresser. He didn't need it, Seth knew that if he was to love her, she had to love him back the way he was. Whether rich or poor, sickness or health and whatever else couples promised.

He went to fetch a bowl of water, he looked at his reflection in the water. Seth didn't know what to think of himself, he just accepted that he was what he was. When it came to Kisara, his appearance suddenly became important. She was never one to judge, that he knew. Maybe it was just his nerves?

He splashed the cool water all over his tan face, looking at his reflection for the second time while the water trickled down his neck. Instead of looking at his face, he stared at his eyes: they were the only things he admired about himself, they were somehow dull yet vibrant at the same time. They were a dim blue and in some lights, looked greyish.

On the other hand, Kisara's eyes were always full of innocence and life. How anyone could even think of hurting her, Seth did not know. She was small and slender, so fragile. It was as if something as weak as a light breeze could knock her down. No, she was so much more stronger, he had seen how strong she really was.

Breaking himself from his own thoughts, Seth turned to put on his tan colour sandals. Normally he was a ruthless, cold hearted ruler, but today he was going to be plain old Seth. Nostalgia got to him as the clothes he was wearing reminded him of being a child. He remembered saving Kisara, and losing his mother. He had no one there for him, he regretted not bringing Kisara with him. They could have got away together and no one would have hurt her, because Seth would have been there to protect her.

Seth left his room without a second thought, then roamed the halls he knew so well. He stopped at an archway to his right, he then asked:"Kisara?"

She heard him, and moved off of her place on the bed. She wore a tight fitting, cream coloured dress that accented her skin perfectly. It was just right for the weather, no doubt Isis or Mana had helped her choose it.

Kisara went to greet her visitor, But when she saw who it was, she was dumbstruck. She wanted to ask why he was wearing such modest clothes, but she didn't want to appear unsatisfied by his looks. To her, he looked amazing in any attire.

While she was trapped in her thoughts, Seth eyed her with equal curiosity. He didn't really know what her style was, but he liked it. She looked delectable, and enticing, but Seth was wiser then to go there yet.

There was an awkward silence, this reminded Seth about how much he and Kisara were strangers. He was always angered by this fact, and vowed that he'd put an end to it.

Seth out stretched his hand in offering, she took it gladly and held it tight. His hands were rougher than her dainty pale ones, but in a way she liked.

On the other hand, Seth was thinking about how she felt 'her skin is so soft, and beautifully pale. She's an absolute angel.' He thought, holding her hand tighter and smiling down at her fondly. A smile reserved only for her.

When he had done that, she turned and blushed a deep crimson. Seth couldn't help how wonderful she looked when she blushed. With another one of those strange moments when he had all the courage in the world, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her as close as he could to him. Slyly, he whispered in her ear: "You look beautiful when you blush." This made both young adults blush, Kisara even more so than Seth, if that were even possible.

Kisara giggled and snuggled up to Seth shyly, in turn, he draped his long arm around her smaller frame. They both smiled and laughed like children, who knew love could bring such bliss?

They hadn't said a word to each other, yet both were enjoying the other's company immensely. Finally, Seth spoke up and said: "Are you enjoying yourself, love." The blood rushed to her pale cheeks faster than sound. She swatted him playfully then answered by saying: "Yes Seth, I have never enjoyed myself so thoroughly, and for that I am great full."

"No need to thank me, my lady, it is a pleasure to serve such pure beauty." Seth said in a smooth voice, kissing the back of her hand while leading her away to 'soon to be named' their place. Seth pondered to kisara's reaction, would she be surprised, unimpressed or just confused. Seth began to sweat as he thought of how he was going to tell her the truth about his motivations, that he loved her and was hiding it this whole time.

Then a painful thought struck him, making him jerk to a stop. This made Kisara jump at both the sudden action and that she was still holding on to Seth. 'had she thought I hated her when I didn't see her for the time she was healing.' The thought hurt him more than any blade ever could. He couldn't help it, he put both arms around her tiny waist and hugged her tight. He looked at her with an expression that could only be described as admiration, he then slipped one arm off of her waist and used his now free hand to cup her chin.

"Kisara, did you think that I hated you when I hadn't visited you, when you were recovering from your wounds?"

Kisara, being put on the spot by Seth stuttered out an unconvincing answer: "No of course not Seth, well maybe." She sighed deeply giving in to Seth's puppy dog eyes which were close to tears. "Yes…But I don't now, and that's what matters. The here and now."

She said this while holding his sun tanned face with her small, silky hands. Their skin contrasted greatly, but Kisara was concerned by the anguished but otherwise vacant look on Seth's face.

"Seth, Seth… What's wrong?" She asked with fear and panic lacing her every word. That's when he swiftly grabbed her hand, making her yelp. He looked at her, no, the right word would be glared. Kisara was scarred by the evil look he was giving her and wandered, why?

'How could she, my Kisara, think that I'd ever think of hating her.' He didn't understand why he was so angry, especially at her. He heard her attempts at breaking him from his trance like state, but he just snapped.