Orb's Year 941
Rubbing the ache at the back of his neck, Earnest warily eyed Faelyn Consul. "Well, here we are. Do you need anything?"
Faelyn glanced around, "No, I believe I will be fine."
Faelyn winced, "It should be no trouble. I'm used to sharing a room," she trailed off uselessly.
Stupidly, they stared at each other for a few more moments, trying to work out if there was anything else one said to their betrothed when they moved in together.
"Right, well then. I'll see you at dinner," Earnest said, turning on his heel and walking away.
Although, true be told... she sometimes thought about his kiss...
Prince Benedict patted her knee. "They're feeling each other out. All will be well. Let them work it out in their own way."
Orb's Year 942
Faelyn fought the urge to roll her eyes. Only two things mattered to Francine right now - boys and... boys! "I'm sorry Francine. But, I want to work on my project. Since Haydin moved to the Abbey, he hasn't had time to work on our theory regarding the mushrooms. He's left me his notes and I'm working my way through them."
Francine groaned. "Ugh, how you find that dusty, old science interesting is beyond me!" Standing up quickly, Francine brushed out her skirts. "Well, you know where to find me tonight if you change your mind!" Francine flounced away.
BJ winked at her and Francine swore her knees weakened. "Perhaps you'd care to show me how much you've missed me?" he teased with a cocky grin.
Orb's Year 943
But, in the end, neither Casey nor Carey Potter had heard any sort of rumor regarding the menace to Celestia Kingdom.
Benedict leaned forward, "And?" he asked expectantly.
Irving smothered a grin. Lying was the best kind of fishing! "Well, ever since Fatima chose me," he glanced up nervously at Camelot Knightley, the uncle Fatima did her best to avoid. Turning back to Benedict, he added, "Henry has begun going off for longer periods of time. He goes to fish, but sometimes he doesn't come back with anything!"
Benedict nodded slowly. "Have you seen any gold?"
Irving pretended to mull over the question. "Now that you mention it, I do remember seeing him stash a piece of gold under his pillow suspiciously..." The best kind of lie was one that had a grain of truth...
Benedict leaned back and shrugged. "Said he saw you with a piece of gold that you hid when you walked in."
Henry's face crumpled and he buried his head in his hands with despair. "I bought a wedding ring," he said. Pretending nonchalance, he added, "For all the good it will do me now, I should throw the bloody thing in the lake."
"Go fishing much?" Benedict asked.
Henry nodded, "More now than before. I.... well... I like to be alone..." Henry didn't add that he hated coming home and seeing his younger brother's gloating smile.
Benedict glanced up at Camelot and nodded. "Alright. Thanks for your time."
"That's it?" Henry asked, standing up. "I'm free to go?"
Benedict nodded as Camelot walked the young man out. Pulling him aside, Camelot said softly, "For what it's worth, I think she'll see the light." Henry nodded once and then hurried away.
Camelot rubbed his chin as he considered the evidence they'd collected. "I hate to say it, but we only questioned peasants and merchants - no noblemen or royalty. Perhaps the new Thief is higher class than the old."
Benedict sighed. "Perhaps. I'll speak with my brother, the King."
Orb's Year 944
Earnest and Faelyn buried their noses in their books, mostly oblivious to each other. They'd settled into a routine the past few years. They enjoyed a companionable silence.
Kea peeked in the room and sighed when she saw the two hard-headed fools doing their best to ignore each other.
At this rate, they would never get married and give her grand babies to coddle! Perhaps it was time to drop a hint or two...
"Perhaps if you just took her out for a date and showed her a good time!" Kea counseled her wayward son.
Faelyn blushed and nodded quietly, lost in her own worries. Kea had taken her aside earlier and attempted to set her fears at ease, but really... everything she'd said had only made her more nervous!
"So..." Earnest said to the silent room. "If you want to wait, I want you to know I fully understand."
Faelyn worried her lower lip. "Do you want to wait?"
"Of course not! I just wasn't sure how you felt about this.."
"Well, perhaps it would work better on another night?" she suggested slowly. "There's been so much excitement tonight..."
"Good night," Faelyn said softly from her side of the bed, already regretting her choice. Going to bed by herself made her feel less than desirable.
"Sleep well," Earnest said, thumping his pillow in frustration. Perhaps he should've tried harder to woo his timid wife. He just hadn't wanted her to feel uncomfortable with him!