<span style="font-family:Amaranth">She was crying when he took her face. She jumped in shock. That look right before he pressed his lips against hers. She whimpered as she kissed him back. Those strong, gentle lips. Oh how much he had changed, but his taste, it was the same. That sweet taste like ginger snaps playing on her lips as the kiss was finally broken.  He pulled her onto his arms causing her to bury her face in the crevice where his neck met his shoulder. Her arms wrapping arpund his neck as she closed her eyes and listen to him sing. She had missed that voice. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You're not angry with me anymore, Aedus?"</span> She whispered. Her insercurities were strong. And being that broken, having that anger directed at her made her nervous. She was practically clinging to him. Her eyes closed as she drifted off when she heard Emily.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I'm sorry, Princess, but we have to go."</span> She called out softly, a warm look in her eyes as she saw them both. Emily found herself fairly happy with seeing them like that, pulling Dia away was hard but she knew as well as Dia that if Phillip found out he would do everything to make it torture. Dia pushed herself to her feet. Her finger running over the ring.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "I will follow you to the end of the world, Aedus, do not forget that this time. No matter what happens."</span> Her voice was raw from crying yet it was sweet and sincere. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I love you. "</span> she whispered in his ear before she turned away. As she did her hair flipped over her shoulder and with the way her dress came below her shoulders he would see her own scars. Long deep scars that stood out against once perfect skin. Lash marks, something her father would never do was lay a hand on her, so the culprit obvious. She looked back at Aedus. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I hope your plans turn out how you want." </span>She breathed out softly.<br/>
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She then headed out of the Grove to where beowulf shifted uneasily. The horse knew that it was late but he would never leave Princess Dia. He was a loyal creature. As she climbed on the horse moved swiftly. Practically racing through the forest and to the fields where she could dismount.  She cloud just day he was in the pasture. Removing the smaller loop and flicking it in the ground she looked at Beowulf. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Good Boy." </span>She pretty his snout and then walked up past the stables. She was wuiet ad she moved along the path until siddenly she was snatched by the back of her neck. She gasped as she stiffened. Phillip looked at her coldly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Where have you been? Off sulking?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> </span>He questioned, his voice deep and dark. His hand had a good hold inn the back of that neck. Pushing her forward,  Dia could only hope this would end soon.  He didn't know it, but she had found hope again in the arms of her first love. She just quietly obliged, not wanting a scene in front of the elves that were staying as guests. Quietly being dragged to their bedroom where as typical she just took his abuse. By the next morning she'd be wearing her turtle necks and long sleeves again. As was her life.</span>