Marzie was a Demish Princess. She had the most beautiful eyes that shone like polished blue topaz and the longest blonde hair braided down her back. She was the most attractive young woman, all the boys told her so.

The one day, she raced Horth and beat him and won the title of Champion. After she had had enough of reality skimming, Marzie landed and suddenly she saw the Golden Prince Amel walking on the docks.

She knew he had lived a hard life and when a man came up and started mocking Amel, she got mad. She stomped up to the man and stood in front of Amel, who looked like he was going to cry, his lovely eyes getting misty. Marie put her hands on her hips.

"Shut up!" she said, glaring at the man. She didn't care that he had a sword. She was the best fencer on Gelion, even better then Amel, but she would never say that to him, she was too nice.

The mean man looked shocked and stunned. He looked like he was about to say something, but Marzie glared at him harder and he quickly turned and walked away.

“Thank you!” Amel said and he looked so relieved, Marzie gave him a hug to make him feel better. He held her a little longer then was normal, but Marzie didn’t mind. Amel had had a hard time, after all.

When he finally pulled away, Marzie smiled, flashing perfect white teeth.

“I’m Amel,” Amel said. Marzie laughed.

“Of course I know who you are!” she giggled.

“Well, I know who you are, too,” said Amel, “You’re Marzie of the Golden Demish. People say you’re a really good sword dancer and yet still a perfect lady.”

“I don’t know about that,” Marzie blushed prettily.

“Well, do you want to find out who's the better sword dancer?” Amel said, looking excited.

“Okay, but be nice,” Marzie batted her eyelashes and giggled.

Amel laughed. “Of course. We’ll only play till first blood.”

Marzie drew her sword and so did Amel. They both nimbly took their stances. Almost too quick to see, Amel sliced his sword towards her.

If it had been anyone else, they would have been scratched on the cheek and lost the duel, but Marzie was a very good duelist and saw it coming and blocked it.

She very quickly wove her sword towards him in a counter, but not too fast, because she didn’t want the duel to be over.

Amel looked gorgeous as the sweat shone on his brow and his long black hair fluttered in the wind. Marzie got caught up looking at him and almost didn’t see the sword tip coming towards her shoulder.

She could have dodged the blade, but instead let it pierce her shoulder.

With a cry of pain, she fell forward into Amel’s arms.

She gazed up at him with her large shimmering eyes and he looked down at her.

But she couldn’t help it and fainted from the pain.

She woke up a week later in a warm bed and saw Amel sitting on the bedside, watching her. He pressed a cool cloth to her forehead.

“How are you?” He asked. “I’ve been taking care of you.”

Marzie sat up. “I’m fine,” she said.

“I know you lost on purpose.” Amel said quietly, smiling. Marzie smiled.

“Marzie, this may seem forward but…” Amel took her hand and gazed into her eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

Marzie looked shocked. “But what about your mekan’st?” She asked, referring to his lovers.

Amel shook his head, “They all died in a reality skimming accident, but I know in my heart they would want me to move on. I never knew what love was before I met you.”

Marzie stared into Amel’s sparkling grey eyes and smiled a flawless smile.

“Of course, Amel! I love you!”

“I love you!” Amel declared. They wrapped their arms around each other and shared a perfect kiss.

THE END