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He moved away from the prince almost at once, returning to the space he had occupied before. He looked back at the prince and then stared dilliberately out the window in the carriage door. "I... don't know," he siad finally in a quiet voice, his cheeks slightly flushed. He had no idea what had made him do it. "I won't ever do it again..." he said in the same detatched voice. That one moment of contact between them had been enough to tell him that there was nothing between the two of them - that no matter how much he cared for the prince, his feeling would never be returned. It pained him, but from now on he would keep a respectful distance from the prince.

He felt the other's arm arround his waist - that grip and his sudden almost fall seemed to sober his and he shot bult up right. "Don't touch me," he said suddenly, slipping out of the man's grasp and moving to face the man. He brushed himself off, an expression of contempt and fear held in his eyes. He'd had bad experience with contact... he didn't want any more...

Faryn couldn't prevent his jaw from dropping slightly in disbelief. "You don't know?" he asked incredulously. It was now clear to the petite prince that something was seriously up with Jillian. Neither of them had drunk much champagne. The other was risking frostbite one moment, slapping him the next, deserting him, and finally kissing him for a reason that he DIDN'T know?! "What do you want from me, Jillian? You're acting strangely!" he declared.

After a moment of seething quietly, he quietly spoke up. "Don't kiss me..." he began before staring angrily at the other, "If even you don't know what it's for."

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Faryn looked at Jillian as if the other had been taking crazy pills. For the first time since he was a small child, a genuine chuckle erupted from his lips. He shook his head before that chuckle actually became a full-out laugh. "Oh, Jillian," he said through his laughter. When the laughter died down, he shook his head again. "Believe me, Jillian. You don't love me. Maybe what I have or what I'll be, but not me," he stated before frowning, "I haven't given you any reason to love me. It's not possible."

For some reason, Dax thought Sayael looked like a guilty cat proud of tearing something up, but in actuality, he may have helped the two in a sense. After both Faryn and Jillian had left, he strolled over to stand beside the remaining prince. "They definitely have one odd relationship," he stated. ".. What did you say to Faryn?"

Faryn gave the other an odd look and raised an eyebrow. "There's always a reason if there's a purpose. People love me because of my power or the fact that I'll be the next king. People love you, I suppose, because you're... cultured and can be helpful in keeping the peace... " he rationalized, pausing as the door opened. He stepped down from the carriage and his dress shoes hit the pavement with a tap. The hood of his cloak was pulled down and he waited a moment for the other teen to exit the carriage as well. Once Jillian was up to speed, Faryn spoke up again. "Do you know why I'd rather not accept a spouse, Jillian?" He didn't wait for answer. "It's because love only exists in the pages of old books," he declared while he began walking up the steps of the palace. His tonal volume stayed low, "You say... you love me? I can't believe you're being true. I want proof." A sudden idea popped into Faryn's head and he smiled inwardly. "How about a deal? Would a bet interest you?" he asked.

Pools of black looked off to the side, noting the face of an onlooker from an upper balcony whom he would have to pay a visit to later. "If you can prove to me that you really love me... I'm not talking about this superficial nonesense, but actually would want to be with me until the end of your life because you care as much as you say you do.." he trailed off, trying to put together the very words he despised. The words he couldn't stand. It was all such gamble... and Faryn felt he was safe. They came out in a rushed undertone. "I'll marry you, Jillian." There was just one catch...

"The bet? ... You have to accomplish this before the new moon. Which gives you about 3 weeks, I believe."

"I'll give you that pink, frilly dress Muertian presented me with earlier for trying, but yes, that's the idea. And if you do... for some entirely unavoidable reason, you'd be forbidden from communicating with me in any way," he matter-of-factly informed the older teen. He led the way up the stairs toward where Jillian had originally picked him up. "Think you're up to it?"