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character that was as humble as could be . Or, it could have been her outward beauty, her long hair and glimmering eyes . Those eyes . They seemed to entrap me from the moment I first looked into them .
    I was never one for love, I didn’t care for those stories in our history books . The ones of the Perfects meeting and, somehow, righting the wrongs of our world . And yet, they never seemed to be able to fix all of them, and never seemed to care . As long as they fixed just enough, they were content . They lived their lives on, seemingly with a happy ever after .
    But, I knew better . I knew that nothing was ever as easy as it seemed in the books . Those books, though they were our history, were full of fluff, of things made to make it seem more glamourous than it really was . They were full of romance, of all of the wars that we had won . But, they failed to include the couples that weren’t Perfects, that weren’t able to complete the bond . They didn’t include the wars and battles that we had lost, the hundreds of brave creatures and people that had died .
    I knew better than to believe what I read in books .
    When she walked into the room, she gasped, and I thought she didn’t like it . I worried that she would be furious at me for making the room for her, that she wouldn’t want to stay with me . Even the small amount of work we’ve made, I still worried that she would think that I was moving too fast .
    When she turned to me, she had a smile on her face and tears in her eyes . She gave me a tight, lingering hug, her tears wetting my tunic . “Thank you,” she whispered .
    I glanced at the room over her head, proud myself for bringing her happiness . The room was small, there’s no doubt about that . But, with the princess’s presence, it made even the smallest hole in the wall feel like a castle .
    There was nothing in the room except for a plain, wooden bed with a matching night table, an oil lamp, a bookshelf, and a small armoire . I wish I could give her more, because she deserved so much more . But, she didn’t seem to mind the meagerness of it .
    “I’m glad that you like it . I was afraid that you wouldn’t have . ”
    “It’s perfect, I love it . ”
    I smiled and gestured to the bookshelf . “Ina knows a good bookstore in town . She said she’ll take you one day . No one can ever have enough books, or so she says . ”
    She laughed . “That’s true, I do like a good book every now and then . ”
    I sighed, wrapping my arms back around her . “So, do you like it?  Really like it?”
    She laid her head on my shoulder . “I really do .   I wouldn’t lie to you . ”
    I tightened my hold on her . “I have one last surprise for you, but you can’t have it until tonight . ”
    I felt her stiffen a little, and I laughed . “Not that kind of surprise, my dear . We just have to wait until the sun sets . ”
    She relaxed and laughed a little herself . “You always seem to know what I’m thinking . It’s like a gift or something . ”
    “It is a gift . I can’t hear your thoughts, but I can feel your emotions . It’s part of the bond . ”
    I felt her head against my chest as she nodded . “I’d forgotten about that . ”
    We stood there for some time, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her . Neither of us seemed to notice as the room slowly turned darker as the day passed us by . Just being there with each other, holding each other as lovers would, felt like a million stars had just aligned and created an arrow pointing straight at us .
    I moved my arms, panicking when the princess started to slip . Quickly, I tightened my arms back around her as she jolted awake, clasping her hands tight around my arms as to brace herself . I laughed once she was upright . She slapped my arm playfully, crossing her own across her chest .
    “I don’t know what you find so funny . ” She said curtly, going to the mirror hanging above her dresser to fix her hair .
    “Just you, Princess .