A/n: Here it is, guys! I know you've been waiting an age for this, and I'm sorryit took me so long… Today is actually exactly one year since Violet Eyes was first released, and I had great fun writing it. Recently, it got to the point where I realised that there was no point stressing out over original stuff when I could just go back to fanfics for a while and do something I really enjoy. But I won't bore you with further details, so without more ado, welcome to Silent Eyes: Part two of the Crossover series.

Sandrilene fa Toren stormed out of the room, her brown hair whipping around her head in a tangled mess. Behind her, Jon was scowling fiercely, looking around for somebody to yell at. Throwing her head back over her shoulder she yelled, "Next time you want a scapegoat for your own stupidity, go and bully some squire who can't do anything about it! I'm sick of your temper tantrums!"

Jonathan growled in frustration, yelling back some retort and slamming the door behind her. Unfortunately, Sandry, too busy fuming to look where she was going, walked straight into Tris and Alanna striding through the corridor. Tumbling to the ground and cursing some words that Jonathon would have been very surprised to hear that she knew, she glared up at her friends.

"Why," she demanded, getting to her feet and dusting herself off, "did you let me marry that pig-headed, insufferable, ridiculous git?"

Alanna hugged her friend with her free arm, careful not to bump her with her new sword. "It's much easier when you can just sweat out your quarrels with swords in the courtyard, you know." She commented thoughtfully. "You and Jon ought to try it sometime."

"Thanks, I'll pass." Sandry waved a hand in the direction of her head, causing all her wayward strands of hair to straighten out and lie neatly down her back.

"What were you arguing about this time?" Tris wanted to know, tugging at the edge of her veil to get it to lie straight. "Honestly, you and Jon are at it like cats and dogs. I'm starting to regret setting you up, inflicting Tortall with such a quarrelsome royal couple…"

Sandry grinned ruefully. "Nothing much, really. He was trying to get away with blaming me for making him late to some meeting; I told him what I thought of that. We'll be back in each others arms by the end of today, we always are." Her smile grew slightly, as did those of her friends. No matter how much she and Jonathon shouted, there was never any question that they were hopelessly in love, and that they were perfect for each other.

Six weeks on from the wedding, and both Sandry and Alanna had settled down extremely happily to married life. Cythera and Raoul, too, were still bantering away in perfect contentment. Watching dreamy smiles flowering on the faces of her friends, Tris felt an unfamiliar feeling worm around in her stomach. Don't be silly, she told herself sternly, you don't want to get tied down. Besides, who would put up with you? Smiling brightly and carefully, she suggested, "Why don't we go find Cyth and Daja? We can steal some food and rant about the boys. It's not like we have much else to do."

Alanna glared at the grey clouds and pelting rain outside. "Typical." She grumbled. "Just when you really want to blow off some steam and go for a ride, some evil psychopathic deity decides to send us a rainstorm.

Sandry hid a chuckle and nodded at Tris. "Sounds like a good plan." Unfocusing her eyes for a split second, she added, "Daja's in her room, she says Cyth's with her." As they set of in the direction of their rooms- since the wedding, they had all been moved into bigger suites- Tris said thoughtfully, "What's Briar been getting up to lately? I barely see him."

The other two shrugged. Alanna said, "He's been spending a lot of time down in the lower city. Getting up to no good, I expect." She chuckled. Since the group from Emelan had arrived, she had learnt a great deal about Briar.

Adroitly changing the subject, the Lioness asked Sandry, "Has Numair got the things together yet? For the communication spell, I mean."

Sandry bit her lip, a shadow flitting over her face. "Yes, he has, actually. I'm going up to his tower tonight, with Jon. Numair's been resting- even for him, it takes a lot of power to do a communication spell right across the ocean."

Tris squeezed her foster-sister's hand quietly. Numair had been working on setting up a communication spell that would let Sandry explain things to her Uncle. It should really have been done before, since Vedris had been left in the dark with no word from his disappeared niece for six months and was almost certainly going to of his mind. All the same, Sandry didn't know how she was going to break the news that she wasn't coming home.

"He'll understand." Tris reassured her. "Your Uncle wants you to be happy more than anything else in the world."

"But what if he doesn't like Jon?" Sandry asked, her face pale with worrying. Her friends grinned.

"Look on the bright side." Alanna pointed out cheerfully. "He's five thousand miles away. He's not going to be popping over to castrate your husband any time soon."

Exhausted, Sandry gave a sickly grin. "Well, thank the Gods for that at least."