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Horace looked up to the moon, hoping.

He refused to lose hope in finding the Princess.

"Please be okay, please…" Horace pleaded to the moon.

He looked up when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.

"We'll find her mate." Will said, sitting down next to him.

"They were just a bunch of robbers." Will continued, hoping to be of some comfort.

"Then how'd she get away?" Horace asked with a frustrated voice.

"I don't know Horace, it all happened so fast. But those guys are nothing, we will catch up to them in a day or so, and then we'll get her back." Will said. The Princess' absence was hard on him too, but he knew that Horace was especially attached to her.

Horace merely nodded.

Clera's eyes shot open.

The question had rose in her sleep.

She got up and noticed that her stomach was still full of the food that she and Gilan had eaten the previous day.

Noticing that he was not sleeping, Clera got up to look for him.

She found him barely wearing anything, despite the weather, banging and smashing at something with his sword, his face etched in concentration.

She coughed, making herself noticed.

Gilan looked up at her and smiled, disregarding what he was doing.

"I was peacefully sleeping, with the wonderful food a friend gave me" Clera began "And then a question bombarded my mind."

"And what question may that be?" Gilan asked with a wide grin. He knew this question was coming; in fact, he was surprised it had not been asked sooner.

"You know very well what that is Gilan." Clera said with a very matter of fact voice.

Gilan tapped his chin, pretending to be in thought.

"Why am I so awesome, perhaps?" Gilan asked, his huge grin growing wider.

Clera stifled an eye roll.

"Where did you get it from?" Clera asked, hating to be the one who was not in control.

"Where'd I get what from?" Gilan asked, trying to look clueless.

Clera rolled her eyes. Gilan was clearly doing a terrible job at acting clueless.

"You know what I mean, the desserts! Where'd you get them from?" Clera asked frustrated.

"Somewhere." Gilan answered childishly. He grinned at how easy it was to make Clera frustrated.

"Where, somewhere?" Clera asked, her voice rising.

"All those days of you leaving me alone, you didn't expect me to just sit here, did you?" Gilan asked, his smile widening, if that was even possible. He could see her brain working overtime trying to think ahead of what he was saying.

It was true. When Gilan was not well the previous week, Clera had left early in the morning to try to find something they could kill and eat, and would not return until late afternoon. Clera had assumed Gilan had slept the whole time.

She decided it would be the most clever to keep silent.

" The short answer to your question is that I found it." Gilan finished.

Clera frowned. "You just found it?"

Gilan nodded, still smiling.

"So you stole it?" Clera asked.

"No… more like borrowed." Gilan replied.

"So I'm going to give everything I ate back to whoever you stole it from?" Clera asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, trust me, those guys didn't need it" Gilan added, hoping it would help his case.

"So let me get this straight, you woke up one day, and your inner little child told you to go explore." Clera began "And you just found a bunch of desserts out, sitting, in the middle of nowhere?"

"Pretty much." Gilan answered simply.

Clera huffed. Gilan could be pretty impossible at times.

Clera noticed Gilan's face soften, "Hey, it worked, didn't it?" he asked gently.

Clera couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, it did Gil, thanks." Clera said softly.

"Anytime." Gilan replied.

"What were you doing here anyways?" Clera questioned with a frown.

"Nothing." Gilan managed to say.

Clera looked around to see his sword out, his hands dirty.

"Want to practice?" Gilan asked, gesturing towards his sword, clearly trying to change the subject.

"What, me against you?" Clera asked, smart comments forming in her mind.

"Yes, yes, I know, but hey, maybe the great Explicate One could go easy on her unhealthy friend?" Gilan said sarcastically.

"Of course." Clera replied with a smile before going to fetch her sword.

Princess Cassandra looked in disgust to the mush that they call food that was given to her.

She had been beaten the past week, which to her was a good sign. They didn't recognize her as the princess of Araluen.

This previous day, to her interest, the criminals who had kidnapped her had looked unhappier than they usually did, as if they had lost something.

They were just a bunch of highway robbers, a group of about twenty, who had chosen to kidnap her randomly because she looked as if she were able to be sold for a lot of money.

She shuddered at the thought, she had already had her fair share into being sold with Will, and the thought of going through such trials again did not seem like an option worth living for.

She and Will were lucky to have met a Captain like Erak Starfollower.

Though the odds were against her, a little voice inside of her told her that Horace, Will, and the others were searching for her.

That was a small feeling that really helped her get through the day.

"See I'm not that bad!" Gilan stated with a humorous smile on his face.

Clera snorted, "Maybe next time, when you're actually healthy, I'll try."

"Oh please, you call that not trying?" Gilan asked.

Clera simply grinned cheekily, fixing her ponytail.

"Take a break?" Clera asked helpfully.

Gilan nodded in agreement. Both were slightly tired after having a week of rest.

Gilan wiped moisture from his face, though he and Clera had barely broken out into a sweat.

"Gilan?" Clera asked suddenly.

Gilan looked up at her and nodded, "Yeah?"

"When I die, will you forget me?" Clera asked.

Gilan was caught off guard with her question. Why was she even thinking about that?

"Is everything alright Clera?" Gilan asked turning to her, a worried look on his face.

Clera couldn't ignore the feeling of her stomach churning when he said her name. What was wrong with her?
"Just… answer, would you, or would you not forget me?" Clera asked in a worried tone.

Gilan knew something was definitely wrong. She had been receiving a lot of time to herself.

He looked deep into her deep green eyes.

"I could never ever forget you, even if I tried." Gilan said softly, his gaze not wavering.

Clera nodded and exhaled, relieved.

Gilan leaned towards her to kiss her cheek, but something told him that he wanted to do something else.

Clera felt Gilans' warm breath on her cheek, the moving to her mouth.

She felt herself freeze, at a loss for words.

She opened her mouth, inviting his kiss, pulling him closer to her.

And though the weather around them was chilly, the kiss they shared made their hearts warm.

Finally, right! Only took like eight chapters!

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And this was longer than usual, to make up for how long it took

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