MOYLENA
**finding all in order with regard to the preparations, she returns to her brother**
Darcus: Moylena, it is late, do you not have a charge to watch over? especially with all the visitors at the castle this night?
Moylena: Yes, Darcus, I do, and now that I think of it, I was on my way to check on her when I had this incredible urge to come here and speak to you about the preparations.
Darcus: Well, you should get back to her.
Moylena: Yes, you are correct, I am on my way.
**Finding the "urge to go to her brother" curious, suspects that some type of magic was used to keep her from her charge. Getting nervous she runs across the courtyard and goes to the Kirk to get a special protection gem. She places it around her shoulder while saying:**
Keep All Magic from clouding my mind, let nothing deter me from guarding my charge.
**she then walks back to the castle and makes her way back to the castle. Knowing the Princess often spends her evenings quietly in her private sitting room she goes there and opens the door. Upon entering she sees Sweet and the Prince locked in a passionate embrace and gasps**
Moylena (shouting): WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS! YOU COME TO THIS CASTLE AND SEEK TO DEFILE THE PRINCESS!! OUT! GET OUT THIS INSTANCE!!
Sweet (surprised by the appearance and anger in Moylena, tries to appease her): Shhh Moylena, I invited the prince here, his intentions are pure and we hope to be wed once his father is defeated!
Moylena: PASSSHH, and what if you are unable to defeat his father and instead this young prince is defeated??? Do you think that King Mordrid will tolerate a bride that is unpure? Do you think he will look kindly upon you or me? You do nothing but sign a death sentence here, FOR THE BOTH OF US!
Sweet (tears welling up in her eyes): Please Moylena, we meant no harm. Nothing has happened and there is no reason for anyone to know...................
Moylena (seeing her Sweet in tears feels some compassion, walks over to sweet and puts her arms around her): There, there, if it is Gods will, you will have your prince, but until that time, you must wait. It is for the good of all, including the kingdom.
**unable to speak, sweet merely nods, once she composes herself, she asks**
Moylena, I know it is asking a lot, but can you just give me a couple more moments alone with the Prince so that I may bid him farewell? I promise to be good and you can keep the door open to be sure that things do not get out of control.
**wanting to deny her, but finding she can't, Moylena merely nods and leaves the room with the door ajar. Sweet turns to the Prince**
I know not your first name, can you give me that? It is something I will hold dear to my heart. **handing him a locket, clipping a piece of her hair and his and placing them inside the locket, says:**
Until it is our time, our hair entwined upon your neck shall be a representation of what rewards will be reaped should we succeed in this battle against your father. **Taking another clip of their hair and plaiting it into a delicate circle, she places a bracelet upon her wrist of the hair**
I, too, shall keep a piece of us with me at all times. It shall be there to guide and give strength.
**Raising up on tippy toes, she places a gentle, yet passionate kiss upon his lips**
Give me your name, my love and depart, lest we cause more harm than good.
