Yet, things seldom go as they are planned, none of the guards could inform Micah when they saw Prince Fane because he never came to the castle.
He spent his time in the practice area, or the stables, anywhere but the castle.
This broke Micah, he was going so far just to not see her.
It angered her too.
"Where is he right now?" She asked a guard.
"In the decapitating square, Your Highness."
She sucked in a breath.
He's beheading people right now?
She thought agonisingly.
"Take me to him."

Micah watched the blood on the stone pavement and the blood on his sword. But she dared not look at him.
She didn't want this image of him in her mind.
The guards brought in another man and removed the sack mask from his head.
"Please, Your Highness, I have a little girl, please,  she's waiting for me." He begged and Micah's heart pulled at his words.
She looked to Fane expecting him to ponder over it but he readied his stance and gripped his sword.
"Please, oh please, I won't do it again. Please." He screamed.
Micah shook and her breaths came out ragged as tears blurred her vision.
Fane raised his sword and her heart stopped.
She ran out to the square and fell down in front of the man on the block.
Fane's sword came at an apple's distance to her face.
Both him, and her were stunned that he managed to stop.
Fane's face was rocked at first and then it was enraged.
He turned to the guards and signed to him to take her.
"Spare him, please."
They were taking her back but then Fane raised his hand and stopped them.
He signed , 'Make her watch.'
Micah thrashed against them, "Don't do this, don't get more blood on your hands."
He raised the sword,
"Fane, please no!"
He clenched his jaw as his sword again stopped from slicing the man's neck.
His iron grip on his sword made his knuckles turn white.
Everyone held their breaths as they watched him.
With a frustrated stance he threw his sword and it met the pavement with a loud clamour.
He grabbed Micah's wrist with an almost painful grasp and dragged her to the meeting room inside.
Her heart was in her throat.
His eyes were ablaze and his chest heaved with every ragged breath.
He brought up his hand and she flinched and closed her eyes.
Fane's eyes widened, the sight of her fearing him pained him to his core.
He rested his hand delicately on her cheek and silently pleaded her to look at him.
Her woeful eyes drained away his anger and his gaze softened.
He brought his other hand up, carefully this time, and signed,
'What were you thinking? That was very dangerous.'
Micah sniffled, "He was begging for mercy."
'No, why did you follow me here of all places.'
Micah's bottom lip quivered, "What else was I supposed to do?" She cried, " You avoid me like the plague, how else do I get you to like me?"
Fane blinked, 'I do like you.'
"No, you don't, you didn't even come see me on our wedding night."
Fane wiped a tear away, and Micah's breathing hitched.
'Im sorry. I was afraid to see disappointment in your eyes. But I should've given you a chance.'
"You should've." She pouted and he smiled a small smile.
It took her breath away and she wanted to take the memory from her mind and protect it with her life.
'And I did come see you that night.'
Micah raised her eyebrows, "You did?"
'Who else do you think left you that flower?'
Micah's face lit up, "That was you?"
'I asked Rose to pick one from her garden, I put it there.'
Micah jumped and hugged him, Fane grinned and gracefully wrapped his arms around her.
He pulled away, 'But, if we are to understand one another, promise me you'll never look away, when we're together.'
Micah bit her lip in shame, she should've been more careful,
She gave him an earnest smile and nodded,
"I promise."
And then Prince Fane did the one thing he had wanted to do the moment the chapel's doors had revealed her,
His heart beat faster and faster as his face neared Micah's, his lips touched hers with utmost piety, and Micah answered with all of her heart and soul.
He kissed away her doubts, and her worries.
And she summoned his credence.