"[b]Yes, because you held your sword to her throat and forced her to do it, right?[/b]" Justine asked, her words dripping with sarcasm. She shook her head at him. He certainly was emotional. "[b]Get over yourself. If she means that much to you, then you make sure nothing happens to her. You protect her, you cherish her, make sure she never cries or makes a sad face. [i]That[/i] is what you need to do, not sit there and cry over something already done.[/b]" She turned away again, looking towards the rest of the castle. "[b]If we're done, I still have some things to do before the night is over. I suggest you get some rest...and make sure she does too. Knowing her she'd wander around half an inch from death and insist she's fine. That foolish child of mine...[/b]"

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Wesley laughed at her father's request, which she found rather amusing. Still, his expression fell when, yet again, Balfonheim Port was mentioned. What was up with him and that place? Nadeline wanted to know. "[b]What is your history with Balfonheim, my love?[/b]" Nadeline asked him rather curiously, leaning in to get close to his face. "[b]Everytime that word is uttered you have a look of displeasure on your face. You shouldn't hide anything from your future wife.[/b]" She told him playfully, hugging his arm.

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After he said what he needed to, Savayna was quiet. She didn't say a word to him, not even a joke or nothing. Had Grant said too much? He never could read her, so he had no idea what she would say. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything in the first place. He pretty much outed his biggest insecurity, though, so her silence actually made him nervous. Soundlessly she stood, though again she said nothing. She led him to his bed, and he stared at her. He sat with her, staring at her beautiful face, and he found himself, reaching out and touching her pale cheek gently. He had to admit it to himself, the first time he had met her he had absolutely no idea what to expect. Even now he didn't know what to expect from her, but he found some sort of comfort in that. Maybe he didn't always need to be in control. Maybe it was fine to just let things happen. Taking his own advice, he leaned in, locking his lips with hers.