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[color=lightgray][indent][indent][indent]The last week leading up to the fair had been surprisingly great for Asher - minus the phone call from home. His mother had scolded him for being mentioned in the tabloid more than she had yelled at him for the contents of said tabloid. While she had made it clear that she didn't like the fact that her son was rumored to be flirting with someone other than his betrothed, the Notian Queen was hoping that her son could keep himself out of trouble for at least the first event. When the Queen had heard Marcy was involved, she wasn't all that surprised. She had suspected something going on between him and the Aragonian princess and her son, but she had never approved nor disapproved. Asher wondered what his mother would think if she found out that he and Marcy had been sleeping in the same bed. 

Asher's intentions in this case were purely innocent. Marcy had showed up knocking on the door to his room looking an absolute wreck one night, and he was more than glad to be there for her. His sleep schedule had suffered slightly, but - much to his surprise - he really didn't mind. Asher was a light sleeper, so perhaps that worked well for them both. When Marcy would begin to talk in her sleep or move around frantically, Asher would wake up. He was gentle in how he woke her. Softly speaking her name at first, then giving her a light shake. He didn't care if she accidentally hit him or anything in the process. She would apologize while he reassured her it was okay. The young man stayed awake with Marcy as long as she needed, sometimes telling her stories while brushing the hair from her face. More often than not he would find himself waking up to his arms around her. Old habits died hard. Very, [i]very[/i] hard. Apparently so did long semi-forgotten and buried feelings. 

Leo was all but forgotten. He had spent time between Marcy and exploring the castle having small conversations with her here and there, but nothing to really amount to anything. Was it possible that he was going to get stuck in a marriage where it was specifically designed for the media? 

Looking forward to the fair, Asher had only ever read and heard about them from Raven on his previous visits to Aciras. He had heard that they were something special, and the the food wasn't the healthiest but some of the tastiest. Breakfast had been spent with Marcy, but she had decided to ride alone this morning. It was a respectable request. [url=http://www.celebs.gallery/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/DAVE-FRANCO-Arrives-at-Benjamin-Salon-in-Melrose-4.jpg]Dressed[/url] casually for the event, Asher climbed into one of the vehicles closing the door behind him as he went. The only people he could think that would want to ride with him were Marcy, Leo, and Cass. Marcy needed space, Leo likely hated him, and Cass was very unpredictable. It seemed as if the Notian prince would be traveling by himself. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]