Disclaimer: I don't own the knights. I own characters that I made up.

Tashia had just curled up in her bed, twisting the sheets tighter around her, when someone knocked on her door. She looked out the window to see that the sun had fully set and the moon was just on the horizon. She didn't answer hoping who ever it was would just go away, but they didn't.

"Ta-shi-a," Arthur said in rhythm to his fist pounding on the door, "I know you are in there, you haven't left you're room since dinner."

"GO away Arthur," Tashia mumbled into her pillow, she groaned and lifted herself out of bed. Still, with the sheets twisted around her, she trudged to the door and whipped it open, "What?" She demanded.

"I believe you owe me an explanation," He said and she wanted to laugh, but she didn't. She closed the door in his face and shuffled back over to bed and flopped down on it. Arthur continued pounding on the door but Tashia had fallen asleep, with her pillow over her head.

The sun peeked in through her open window, causing her to moan and turn over. The sheets that had once been twisted around her tightly lay uselessly on the floor. Resting her head on her left hand she tried to fall asleep again but the sound of breathing sent adrenaline through her body. It wasn't her breathing that she was hearing; there was someone else in her room. She opened one of her eyes a little to see the man from dinner sitting on the couch. Sitting up alarmed she drew his attention to her, wanting to swear loudly she looked around the room frantically. Seeing the sheets on the ground she snatched them and wrapped them loosely around her body.

"What are you doing in my room?" She snapped trying to cover herself with the sheets.

"Your father sent me to wake you, but you just seemed so peaceful," He said softly.

"So you sat on my couch and watched me sleep?" She asked and when he nodded she exploded, "Get out! Guards!" The man ran to her side and covered her mouth with his hand. Trying to bite, or kick him to get him off she only managed making him pin her down on her own bed using one of his arms and his legs. He sat on top of her holding her hands above her head and covering her screams. When she stopped screaming, and her wide green eyes calmed he asked if she would remain silent. She nodded but when he lifted his hand she screamed, and his hand went flying back to her mouth.

"All I've done is been nice to you Tashia," He said silencing her for a minute, "You don't even know me, yet you hate me." She mumbled something but he couldn't make it out because his hand was muffling her voice. He lifted his hand slowly and when she didn't scream he sighed.

"I hate what you're here to do," She said softly, as she turned her head so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"But how do you know what I'm here to do?" He asked and she laughed, a heartless and emotionless laugh that sent shivers up his back.

"You're here, just like the other 4 men that came to get my hand in marriage," She spat at him, "You're just like the others and I have no notion of getting to know you."

"Well apparently you don't have a choice, your parents are making your choices for you now," He said thickly, flashing a pearly white smile at her. She glared at him with all the hate in her body, but he didn't budge.

"What do you want?" She asked after a minute, he was straddling her and had her hands pinned above her head. If someone happened to walk in on them at that moment, they would think something extremely bad for her reputation.

"I want you to give me a chance. To give me something you've never given those other guys," He said staring straight into her eyes.

"Why?" She questioned her eyes taking on a curious glint, a shinning to them. He wanted to tell her because she was beautiful, smart, and he was falling for her.

"Because I won't be disappearing like the others," He said letting his other reasons slip away, with her hands still held above her head he lowered his lips.

"What are you doing?" She screamed at him making him jerk his head back up, "Get off of me, right now." He bit his lower lip as he slowly got off of her; she sat up and pulled the blankets around her shoulders.

"I was just-,"

"I know what you were just doing," She snapped, "Get out…get out, go away, never come back, disappear, what ever one suits you better just leave." He was standing dangerously close to her, his thighs leaning up against the edge of her bed.

"Tashia you are one royal pain," He spat at her rushing from the room. Tashia flopped back down onto her bed shaking her head.

"Idiots, the bunch of them," She muttered under her breath crawling back into bed and closing her eyes knowing she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep but she laid with her eyes closed, her breathing steady and her mind racing.

As he left her room, he stopped and turned around to stare at her door. Sighing he realized he didn't mean what he said. He only wanted her to give him a chance, to be able to show her he wasn't a bad person. To show her he WAS different than the others. He shook his head and straightened his clothes before continuing to the dinning hall.

Tashia sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed. She knew sooner or later someone else was going to be sent to fetch her and then her father would be really angry. Getting up she moaned, she would have to be polite, energetic, fake, girly, and stupid to make her mother happy. She'd have to make polite conversation, and if asked a question she would have to supply the answer that they would want to hear, to make her father happy. To make Tashia happy…well there wasn't a way to do that.

She entered the dinning hall just as the food was being served. Just as she predicted the only open chair in the room was next to the man seeking her hand in marriage. Lifting her chin, squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath she walked over to the chair. As she reached the chair he stood up and pulled it out for her.

"Thank you," She muttered as she sat down in the chair. Looking around the table she saw her father starring at her as he leaned back in his chair. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at her before she looked down at her lap.

"How is it you know my name?" She asked the man and he looked at her, a small smile appearing on his face.

"I've known your name for a long time Tashia," He said shrugging and letting the smile fall off his face when he noticed she seemed bothered by it, "I've known you for a long time. You have probably forgotten about me by now." She folded her arms and was not amused by his words.

"I think I would remember you if I ever knew you before," Tashia said and he shrugged.

"My name's Evan, maybe that will help you remember," He said smirking again when her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Turning her head she stared at him for a minute as all of those memories came back. The memories she did forget because they hurt too much. She had stuffed them into the back of her mind to collect dust and never be remembered again.

"Come on Evan, hurry up," Ten year-old Tashia whispered as she waited for twelve year old Evan to pick out what he wanted to buy from the vendor.

"I can't choose," He said crossing his arms and looking sternly at the two objects before him. A sling shot and a small wooden boat.

"Hurry up we'll miss our lessons!" She said but he didn't hurry up.

"Evan open up," 12 year-old Tashia yelled banging on his front door. She continued banging on it until one of the homeless ladies sitting in the street told her that they had left in the middle of the night last night. Tashia laughed at the lady and told her that he best friend would never leave with out saying good bye first. Turning the door handle she pushed open the un-locked door. The lady was right, everything was gone, there was no furniture, the beds were stripped, and closets were empty. She sat down in the middle of the kitchen and screamed letting tears slide down her face. Evan was her friend, he cared about her. She had had a crush on him for as long as she could remember. He was always there to protect her and to help her. They were never apart; if someone saw one of them the other wasn't too far behind. But now, he hadn't even told her that he was leaving. He didn't say good-bye…he just disappeared. There was something missing from her now, she didn't feel right. She felt alone, and there was big hole in her heart.

"No, it can't be you," She said shaking her head, "No. I don't believe you." She was shaking her head violently at him now.

"It's me," He said and she hiccupped her eyes were confused and disbelieving.

"I don't believe you," She said slapping his hand away as he lifted it touch her cheek, "Don't touch me." She hissed at him.

"Tashia-,"

"No. Do you know what you did to me? Do you have any idea what I went through after you disappeared with out a word?" She snapped at him, "I want nothing to do with you." Standing up she pushed her chair out and fled from the dinning hall. She could hear her father screaming for her to come back and sit down but she kept running.

Running towards the beach she looked behind her, Evan was following her. It only drove her harder, she ran with her hair whipping behind her. Her feet pounded on the dirt as she left the palace walls and headed for the beach. She looked behind her again but Evan had disappeared. Slowing down she looked behind her again and he still wasn't there. She came to a slow walk, she turned around one last time to see if he was there but he wasn't. As she turned around she walked straight into him. He grabbed onto her arms so she wouldn't fall over.

"Let go of me," She snapped and he did, but then, as she fell to the ground, she realized he was the only thing keeping her up, "Hmmph," She grunted when she fell to the ground.

"Tashia-,"

"I don't want to hear it Evan," She yelled as she stood up, "I don't care what you have to say. You hurt me." She yelled poking her chest where her heart was, "You broke me. You made me snap; after you left I was never the same person."

"I'm so-,"

"I don't want to hear it!" She screamed at him tears flying down her cheeks, "Leave me alone!" She screamed, pain coursed through her voice. Evan stood watching her, his entire life he had never seen her cry. Through everything she stood strong and those eyes never leaked pain, until now. His mouth was hanging open as she screamed at him. He looked straight into her eyes, they were flaming with hatred but so cold. Something wasn't right, they were icy and weak. If eyes could tell a story he knew he would be crying by the end of it.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled back grabbing onto her arms and holding them tight, "I'm sorry Tashia." She stopped yelling at him, and the look she gave him froze his blood. He could barely move, barely think when he saw that look.

"I don't care Evan. I won't let you back in so you can hurt me again," She whispered softly, "There isn't anything you can say or do to change that." She was shaking in his arms, her body so fragile.

"Are you sure?" He asked leaning closer to her, just inches from her face.

"Evan don-," She started to say but his lips cut her words off. Brushing his lips softly against her, he was gentle and caring, his grip loosening. Starting to squirm under his grip he let her go softly. She stared at the ground letting her hair cover her face. When she looked up, her hair covered most of her face but the look she gave him was pure evil. No good, no grace, but pure pain and evil. She went to slap him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her against his body.

"If only you knew the things you do to me Tashia," He whispered brushing her hair off her neck.

"You're hurting me Evan," She said her voice was cold and lacked emotion.

"I AM sorry Tashia," He said letting her wrist go slowly, "Let me explain." She stepped back and shook her head.

"You can't say anything that I don't all ready know. You left, you threw me away like I was garbage Evan. You. Hurt. Me." She said turning and running again. Not only did she want, but she needed to forget. Leaving everything behind was easier than having to face the pain she went through. He would never be able to be the same person he was to her. She wasn't just going to be able to for give him for doing that to her.