I could feel that something was going to happen.
 

I concentrated on breathing and not seeing red at the thought of meeting the Prince again.
 

'So, the mouse got away from the cat?'
 

'I promise I'll let you know what I find out tomorrow.'
 

'What is wrong with me?'
 

'I knew that dress would look lovely on you, my little mouse.'
 

I gave one nod and took his arm, a slight feeling of guilt washing over me.
 

'Come quick, Knight Lancelot has gone missing.'
 

His eyes were excited though, as if he knew a secret no one else did.
 

Just us.  And love.
 

'It was something my Mum told me a long time ago. Its from her home country.'

It was a clear night, every star shone at its brightest.
 

'You look lovely, Hermione.'
 

Oh right, I had to ride back on the Behemoth of a horse.
 

Damn, I really wished I was back on that stupid horse.
 

Dedicated to Roz and John. John lost his beloved Roz on April 24, 2012. They have a love that will surpass time. She will be missed terribly. "Tis' better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all" -- Alfred Lord Tennyson.
 

Nothing was ever going to be easy in this time, was it?