"H-hey now. Don't cry." Lyle pulled her into his arms, hoping to get her to relax some. "You may be right, but it was an accident. It wasn't your fault and I know it wasn't your fault. I am not upset with you for what happened. I did it because seeing you happy is the best thing. I would do anything to see you smile, even though it doesn't always seem that way." Lyle pulled back and looked at her. "It's just a bruised knee. I..I won't lie though, the thought of the ice breaking terrifies me but I would do that again as long as I got to see you happy for a while."

"It's just a bruise. It's not broken, not cut. It's nothing serious, I'm sorry for worrying you. I didn't think you would react this way." Lyle sighed softly and smoothed out her hair. "My sweet, if you wish to go again, we will. If that will make you truly happy, we will." At the end of the day, that's all that mattered to him. She was his world. Anything she wanted, he would do even if he was afraid of it. He smiled and blushed softly at the kiss. "I love you too Aria." He kissed the backs of her hands then rested his head on her shoulder tiredly since he hadn't finished his coffee. "This is comfortable." He whispered quietly.

"There's nothing wrong with worrying... Just shows you care." Lyle replied softly then looked up having heard something like a knock. Maybe he was just imagining things. "Aria, I don't want you to ever change. If you want to worry, you can. I love you just as you are." He nodded when asked if he wanted to take it easy today, "Oh could we please?" He asked and laughed softly. "I'd love to read with you again, it's been a long time since we did that last." Lyle just wanted to curl up at her side and sleep, but that was probably just because he hadn't had his coffee yet. "Come now, we need to eat and I need my...coffee and then we can read."

There was that knock on the door again. This time even Troy heard it and raised a hand towards the servant, "I'll go get it." He said. This was a stupid idea and she was sure her aunt would be furious when she woke to find that she wasn't in her room. However, Amalia had been up very early baking some lemon tarts for Troy. She didn't know why she even did this, it wasn't like it would change anything. She was a commoner, he was not. He was probably already promised to another. Amalia was just stubborn. Stubborn and freezing. She couldn't see much through the storm and she couldn't feel her feet or hands which gripped the box of tarts tightly. "You are an i-idiot!" She said to herself, shutting her eyes tightly as her hair whipped across her face.

The door slowly opened and when she opened her eyes to a squint, she saw golden hair and wide golden eyes staring at her. Amalia looked away nervously and held out the box of tarts towards Troy then. "F-for you, p-prince Troy." She managed to say to him.

Oh right the ice. He had forgot about the ice. "Of course, that sounds perfect to me." Lyle answered and started walking back to the dining room where he pulled out the chair for her then sat down beside her and the first thing he did was drink more of his coffee which had gotten warm and then ate his breakfast quietly. He was looking forward to just spending the day with his fiance.

Troy was shocked when he saw the girl at his door. Was she crazy? Or was she just an idiot? She was holding out a box towards him which he took and set on the side table then immediately pulled her into the house. She was ice cold, it was a miracle she hadn't passed out. Amalia was surprised when he had pulled her in and shivered where she stood in the room. "I need some blankets and some hot cocoa!" Troy ordered. The servants, having never heard their prince yell immediately got to work on getting what he requested.

Troy looked at the girl who was covered in snow which he carefully had a servant dust off of her before Troy led her to a chair by the fireplace. "Sit." he told her and Amalia, being afraid, simply did so. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I'm s-sorry.." she whispered softly. She had made him mad hadn't she? The servants arrived with the blankets and the hot chocolate which she accepted hesitantly. "I should j-just go home. M-my aunt w-will be worried if I'm not home." She said, trying to get up. "Don't move. Just sit. It's too dangerous right now to be walking around, but I will have someone call your aunt and tell her you're fine." Troy said and after Amalia reluctantly gave the number to a servant, she looked down at the hot cocoa in her hands and sighed.

Lyle enjoyed the food and when they had finished, Lyle's parents and Troy's parents were in a deep conversation about who knows what. He finished his coffee, already feeling refreshed and followed Aria out of there. A place to read, someone comfortable. "Parlor room.." He said quietly. There was a lot of sitting space there. As long as he wasn't sitting on the floor he was a happy prince.

Troy took this time to really look at the box and smiled when he saw it was lemon tarts. "How much?" He asked her. He was sure his mother probably ordered them. Amalia shook her head. "I-it's of no cost your highness. I...I m-made them myself f-for you." She said quietly and after she felt warm enough, she got up off the chair and set the empty cup down on the coffee table. "I-I really need to go. S-sorry for bothering you, I won't do it again." She said and turned to leave but froze when he held her wrist. "You'll freeze to death out there. You must stay here until the storm passes." He instructed her, then released her wrist. It was the same girl who had a crush on him and he could guess why she made him the tarts. "Why didn't you just wait until tomorrow to hand these to me?" He asked her. Amalia fiddled with the lace cuffs on her sleeves and shrugged her shoulders, refusing to look at him. "I made a fool of myself haven't I?" She asked quietly.

When the ice was placed on Lyle's knee, it burned slightly but he didn't complain. He just sat comfortably and smiled at her. We can read one of the books you've brought with you. The one you were reading to me on the way here, we can continue that one." Lyle explained. He was just happy to be spending time with her. He wondered what Troy was doing but hoped he wouldn't get upset that they weren't spending time with him. It was just for today, Troy could manage.

Troy sighed hearing her, "I wouldn't say that." He had her sit back down and placed the blankets on her again. "We all do silly things when we're in a hurry to do something. We all sometimes forget to think things through. That doesn't make you a fool." Troy started and sat down across from her. "Thank-you for the tarts. I'm going to enjoy them later with some tea. I just wish you would have waited. You're lucky you didn't freeze to death on your way here." He told her just as a servant walked in informing him that her aunt had been notified. "Ah, well good then." Dismissing the servant, Troy looked at Amalia again. "You didn't tell your aunt about the trip you planned on doing? Didn't you realize there was a blizzard going on?" He asked her.

Lyle nodded and waited for her to return and when she did he made sure that he was comfortable and smiled as he listened to her. "I believe so." He answered quietly. When she began to read, he relaxed further. He just enjoyed listening to her, she had such a soothing voice when she would read like this. He hoped that they would never just stop doing this no matter how old they got, it was something he would always look forward to. He even chuckled, hearing the different voices she tried for each character. She would make an excellent mother someday. He kissed her cheek and continued listening to her.

What was Amalia supposed to say to that? "I didn't plan on s-staying and I knew it was a stupid idea but I didn't think I w-would remember to bring them over tomorrow okay? I didn't think and I'm sorry, it won't happen again!" She had begun to cry and Troy looked surprised at her reaction. "Shall I get her some tissues sir?" A butler asked him, having come in to retrieve the empty cup that once had hot chocolate. "I didn't mean to make her cry." Troy said to the butler. "Well sir, I believe it. However, if I may say something. The woman is probably afraid already as it is. Stuck in a place she isn't familiar with and with the prince no less. I wouldn't be so hard on her sir." The butler explained before leaving to get some tissues. "I'm sorry, please don't cry. I'm not angry. I guess I'm just more worried than anything. I should be flattered that you would walk through a blizzard just to see me...but I'm more worried about you possibly getting sick because of this." Troy admitted softly.

Lyle pouted, "I hate cliffhangers." He sighed. Authors did this on purpose just so that could sell more books. It was annoying but he always bought the books anyway. "Of course we will. I want to know what happens." Lyle agreed and thought of the other books she had brought with her. "Well...how about the dark blue one with the dagger on the cover?" He asked. He was never good with names but a book cover design was something he never forgot.

Amalia just shook her head and continued to cry. In truth, she just wanted to go back home and pretend this had never happened. Troy was mad at her, it was obvious. The butler returned with some tea for her and a box of tissues. "Sir, perhaps she just need to sleep. You could always try to woo her later." The butler said with a smirk. Troy looked at him and blushed, quickly looking away. "I am not trying to woo anyone. But I think you're right, perhaps she does need to sleep. See to it that she has a comfortable room to sleep in. Excuse me." He said and walked out of there in a rush while the butler only chuckled and walked Amalia to the room where she would be staying in for the remainder of the storm.

Was that the name of the book? Well it was no matter, at least she was reading again and if it weren't for the coffee he would have dozed off beside her by now. Lyle blushed at the kiss and listened as she read aloud to him. He felt like a child again, having stories read to him as if he were getting ready to go to bed. "I love you, so much." He whispered to her, being quiet to let her continue reading.

"Sure he isn't." The butler muttered. The butler was somewhat older male, a good man who enjoyed joking around. He liked to lighten the mood when things were tense as they had been earlier. "Miss, you will be staying here until the storm passes. If you need anything do not hesitate to let me know and I will do my best to fulfill any request you may have." He explained to the girl. Amalia looked around the room, tissues in her hand. Her eyes puffy from crying. It was a very lovely room and it was hers for now?

Lyle listened to her in silence, going so far as to rest his head carefully on her shoulder. When she stopped reading, he lifted his head and looked at her, why had she stopped? "It is?" He asked her, a little confused. Was it really already close to lunch time? "Yes please. If it's not too much trouble." He answered quietly, snuggling with her anyway. He was just really comfortable right now.