Dom woke up in his secondary chambers. He stretched his arms over his head, leaning to one side, then to the other. His clock told him it was 9:30 A.M. He stood up, stretched once more, and pulled a fresh shirt over his head.

"I should go wake Neal up....." he muttered to himself as he stuffed his feet in his shoes and headed out the door.

"DOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A familiar voice made him jerk around as a familiar blob of hazel ran up to him and skidded to a stop just in front. Dom was wistful. Didn't most girls fling themselves at the guy when they came running?

But, of course, Kel wasn't a normal girl. She was a bloody KNIGHT.

"Morning, Kel." He said with a tired smile. The memories of her and Neal came flooding back as he struggled to not look sad.

"I was just wondering.. do you want to have lunch with us? You and me and Yuki and Neal. We could all get together, as we used to do, a long time ago.." Kel said hopefully.

"Uhm, sure. Restaraunt or picnic?"

"Picnic. Noon, front of the main stables." Kel prompted.

"Gotcha."

Neal woke up, surprised to find a beautiful, SEXY, black-haired woman sleeping naked next to him. He grinned and thought, Dom must've sent her to me.. Jeez, that sly fox...

He shook her gently awake.

Kalasin opened her eyes to see bright, emerald eyes looking down at her.

She screamed.

At that exact moment, Dom butsted in through the door.

"DUDE, will you just SHUT UP???" Neal yelled at Kalasin.

She shut up.

"Princess?? WHAT are you doing here?" Dom asked incredulously.

"I.. thought he was you..."

"And WHY would you think it was me and sleep in MY bed?" Dom asked firmly.

"I love you."

"I'm sorry, Majesty, but you must head back to your rooms."

"I love you. I love you more than Keladry loves you. Dom, you KNOW that Kel will leave you.. you KNOW Kel's always loved Neal more than she's loved you. Why are you being so stubborn? Why don't you try loving someone that will actually love you back?" Kalasin screamed, tears starting to roll down her face.

"Because I love her. I love her because I love her."

"Why her? What do you love about her?" Kalasin sobbed.

"I love her. I don't know why. Should there be a reason for loving someone?" Dom asked, eyes dazing off.

"Stop."

A cold voice cut off Kalasin's sobs and Dom's voice.

"...Neal?"

"Stop. Don't say anything anymore. Princess, please leave. We won't say anything about what happened. Please leave. Dom, you too... leave me alone for a while." Dom was shocked at the black aura enveloping Neal. This was the first time Dom had seen Neal as scary as this.

"...Fine. We're having a picnic at noon, front of the stables. Come join us." Dom told Neal after walking out the door, already open from Kalasin's departing.

"So, this is my room?"

"Yup."

"Wow.

Neal stared with wonder at the magnificent, dark room that Dom claimed to be his own. The floor was covered with a plush, green carpet. The walls were beige, the curtains emerald. A canopy bed in the middle had green, velvet covers, matching with green sheets and so on.

Dom walked up to the heavy, closed curtains and lifted one to the side, securing it with a gold cord with tassles. Sunlight immediately filled the room, pouring light on everything. A thin layer of dust was over every single piece of furniture and props in the room.

"I'll leave you to change. Noon, in front of the stables, okay?" Dom prompted.

"Yeah." Neal replied, still looking around the room.

Dom left, closing the door softly behind him. The first thing Neal did when Dom left was to press a small button on the wall. He didn't know why. He didn't even know that button existed. But his finger automatically pressed the button. For some reason, he wasn't surprised when a voice spoke up from the button.

"Good morning, Sir Queenscove. How may we help you?"

Without thinking, his mouth made words. "My room is extremely dusty, and I would like a servant up here to clean it up. A mage, if you will, please. Thank you."

"A servant will be up in a few minutes, your Grace. Good day."

Neal was surprised at himself. He was doing things that he wasn't making himself do. It was as if his body had a mind of its own. He hadn't known that the button would connect to the servants' wing. Heck, he hadn't known that the button would be there.

There. He was doing it again. This time he had walked to the desk--mahogany, by the look of it--and picked up a strangely familiar book. Unlike the atmosphere, this was a light, dusty brown. When he tried to open the book, the room filled with green light, and then dropped open to the first page. Neal started to read.

September 18th
Today, I will propose to Yuki. I love Yuki. The very name makes my heart beat. I would die for her, I love her. I loved her ever since I first saw her, when I was a squire. Does she love me back as much I love her? Will she accept my proposal? What if she doesn't want me? What if she doesn't like me, because I'm a meathead? I so hope she accepts. I really hope she accepts.

'Who's Yuki...?' Neal wondered. His head beginning to throb, He flipped to the next page.

September 19th
YUKI ACCEPTED MY PROPOSAL!!!!!

October 22nd
I saw Kel again.

Nobember 22nd
I don't know what to do. I love Yuki, but for some reason, when I saw Kel, feelings I haven't ever felt toward Yuki started flooding me. Am I in love with Kel? What about Yuki? Do I love both of them? I keep telling myself that I love Yuki, but when all three of us are in the same room at the same time, my attention shifts more to Kel. To be extremely honest, I would rescue Kel before Yuki. But that's just because Kel's my best friend, right? I love Yuki, right? RIGHT??
I don't know what my feelings are right now. Everything is so chaotic.

"Kel," Neal murmured. The name was famili-- oh, yes, the female warrior. Keladry. Quite ferocious. She was a great person, though. but LOVE?? Had he been in LOVE with her? But she was engaged!!!

November 24th
I have decided. I know who I love. I have just realized this and I am so mad at myself for taking this long. Today I will tell her that I love her.

So he had chosen. But who had he chosen? Kel? or the person named Yuki?

His head suddenly hurt as if someone had cracked it open with a sword.

Clutching his scar, Neal fell to the floor in a dead faint, the book dropping from his hand.

A/N

Kinda Harry-Potter-ish, isn't it?

I know this is really short, and I'm really sorry!!
You can look foward to the next chapter, I assure you.
A lot's gonna happen..
Meanwhile, I'm sorry it's so short and that I took such a long time to post.
I'm really, really sorry.