. . . Lukas.

The letter was Lukas's.

You still couldn't believe that the stoic country of Norway loves you. He kept it quiet unlike some *cough* Awesome Trio *cough*.

The first time you met Lukas was short but memorable.

"Nice to meet you Lukas!" 

"Nice to meet you too...I'll go get the others. . ." 

His voice was so mono-tone.

You smiled and opened the letter, glitter fell out of it. 

Dear _____,

I know we really haven't talked that much but I really love you. I've seen princesses and even fairies, but none of them compare to you or your smile. That's just one of the things I like about you. I know I'm not one to flirt like certain Danish men, but I just wanted to let you know that I sincerely love you.

~ Lukas

 You closed up the letter and brushed some of the glitter off your dress and got off the bench.

"Now to find Lukas!"

 -*-

Lukas waited by the opening archway, gloved hands shaking in worry. He just kept looking at the party.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a wave of white and (h/c). That could only be one person. _____.

Lukas smiled softly, it was small but you could see it clearly.