Author's Note: This is my first story so give me some feedback. Of course I don't own the characters. Its got a lot of dialogue but I hope you like it.

Daine grumbled at the sudden weight at the foot of her bed. She poked her feet around, trying to figure out just what was there.

"Kit, got down." She grumbled, but the weight didn't budge. She tried to sit up to get a better look. Waves of pain rolled through her muscles as the proceeded to cramp and do anything possible to protest her movement. She knew that feeling meant she had slept for days. Furiously she tried to remember what has happened.

"Hoe long was I out?" She asked herself out loud. A strong, familiar voice floated from the foot of her bed.

"Close to five days. But don't fret, you only bested me by an hour, so hopefully your pride is still intact." It was Numair. Waves of memories flooded Daine's body. Rikash dying. Coming back to the castle. Jon telling her she may have won the war for them. Finding Numair after battle. Holding him. Numair talking marriage.

Daine sat bolt upright in her bed, half running away from the swarm of memories, half wanting to be in Numair's arms again. Her head spun. Shaking the impending fait from her head she opened her eyes to find a rather forlorn looking Numair.

"Good morning Magelet." He crooned to her sweetly.

"What's so good about it?" She growled, though the use of his pet name for her made a smile creep through her adorned scowl. He noticed her efforts to appear grumpy and let out a weak chuckle. "And anyways," she added, "its easily noon."

"Right you are sweet, the noon bell will ring any minute." As he spoke his hand slid down the bed towards her. The perfect interruption to their potential intimate moment, a crazed red-head burst into the room.

"Hey, you two, its almost lunch so clean up and scurry down to the mess hall. After five days you better be hungry. If you aren't, then I better start worrying."

"The only thing to worry about Alanna, is you putting them to work before they even rub the sleep from their eyes." Daine's good and first real friend Ouna chimed in, suddenly appearing at the door. Alanna spun to face her with her classic stubborn scowl on her face.

"What do you mean. I wont work them…too hard. Don't tell me you've gone soft. Someone's got to clean up the mess we made." A coy grin spread across Ouna's face as she said.

"Well then miss prissy why don't you clean it up yourself. Knowing you, its probably all your fault." At that the two friend threw their arms around each other's shoulders and spun to leave the room so Daine and Numair could clean up for lunch. As soon as the door closed Daine was in Numair's arms. He hissed her neck and face before finally finding her mouth. At the first contact of their lips Daine was limp in his arms. After a matter of minutes both were gasping, but slipping kisses in-between gasps. After their fires were quelled, Daine pulled back to look at her teacher and love.

"You know we have to tell them sometime." She whispered. Very suddenly Numair's eyes grew cold as he took her boy the shoulders.

"Never! We must never tell them! Do you understand me? I love you, but they must never know about us." Daine never thought that the older man might be embarrassed be her before. Suddenly it seemed evident he was. She could only nod. She feared of she spoke the tears she held back so fiercely might come out in a rush. He drew her back into his arms, but the gesture was wasted. At his touch, she wanted to run.

A/N: Of course expect more chapters. I already wrote them, I just have to type them. Remember I love all feedback, even if it is critical.