Disclaimer: I don't own the Trylle Trilogy and (surprise!) I'm not Amanda Hocking. I'd be a much better writer if that were the case xD

A/N: For any Tove/Willa shippers out there :3 Hope you enjoy and let me know what you thought of it!

Willa stood in front of her mirror, making the final touches to her elaborate up-do. This time, she had quite overdone herself. Willa hadn't looked this stunning since the ball that she had held for her when she first made her way into Trylle society a few months ago, but this was not an ordinary day.

Garret knocked lightly on her door. "Willa, darling, Tove is here and has been waiting for the past few minutes. You might want to hurry up."

Willa's stomach did a peculiar little flip. Tove. What a catch. As of a few nights ago, he was hers. Ever since she had caught sight of him, she had wished that her father would arrange a date for the two of them. After only a few months of waiting, her wishes were answered.

Willa dropped her hands to her side, rattling the jewelry that she had adorned her wrists with. Was it too much, she fretted. No, it was perfect.

"Coming father," she called. With a swish of her designer dress, Willa turned around, left her room and came down the stairs into the main hallway on the ground floor.

Tove had been sitting on one of the couches in that hallway and when he saw her, he stood up. The highest Markis looked as marvelous as always with his green tinted skin and brooding eyes sending chills through her. Willa pulled herself together as she neared him.

Tove took her hand in his own and gently pressed the back of it to his lips. "Good evening, Willa," he said in his deep voice. "Might I say, you look gorgeous tonight."

Willa gave him a gentle smile. "You look quite dashing yourself."

Tove held out his elbow for Willa to take and he led her toward the door.

"Not too late, Tove," Garrett warned and Willa rolled her eyes at him.

Tove turned around and nodded his head once. "Of course, Mr. Strome." The couple turned and once more headed for the door. Willa couldn't help but to glance back at her father, giving him an excited grin.

They walked outside, making polite small talk as Tove led Willa toward a bench in a secluded area in the gardens. The magnolia tree that they sat under was in full bloom like everything in their community. He focused on the petals over their heads and they came showering down on top of them.

"How romantic," Willa giggled. Tove only shrugged and resumed his signature bored look.

"Why are you never thrilled by anything?" Willa asked.

Tove was taken aback by her nosy question. "What do you mean?"

"You always seem like you don't care."

"If I don't care, then people don't expect anything from me," Tove answered factually.

"Don't you ever get tired of that?"

Tove was silent for a moment. "Yeah," he eventually admitted.

Willa smiled. "Why don't you start here with me now."

"Just suddenly show emotion? Willa, that's not something I can do very easily."

"Just try," she urged. "It doesn't have to be big, just something small. Try a smile."

Tove laughed lightly and leaned in closer to Willa. "I know how to smile," he said.

Willa noticed Tove's closer proximity to her and her heartbeat began to race. Was he going to kiss her? Tove's hand reached up and touched her cheek, leading her even closer to him. Their lips touched for a brief second. Yes, he was.

"I didn't mean something that big," Willa said.

Tove looked away. "I am sorry," he began.

"But I'm glad you did." Willa reached over to place her hand on top of his. Tove swung his head to look back at Willa.

"You're sure…"

Willa silenced him with her lips. This time, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You've learned," she said breathlessly.

"No," Tove replied. "I think I've always known."