"In those stories we read, back at the Academy, the histories dressed up as literature, a meeting like this would have been a moment for sparks and wi...e eyes. A moment of revelation and sudden romance.The reality was that Fell Gurmot was almost terminally shy, and even more terminally spoiled. I got a sniff, and no real eye contact."Trunk, give me your cloak." I said, having decided to force what I knew had to be coming."What?" He asked."Give me your cloak, let your father see what his money. Of course Shovan knew very well about my aversion towards him. He had initiated many attempts to mend the relationship, but I never gave him any scope of reconciliation. And he had to give up ultimately. He stopped communicating with me except for an occasional nod or a dry handshake. None of my close friends ever discussed this matter, rest others kept wondering what had gone wrong, but they had no clue of what actually had gone wrong in the past. I never played Bridge with him as a partner. Remember one time she danced naked in the park with everyone watching just because it was the first warm day of spring. That was the winter we got tons of snow. But then, over the years that all changed. Just somehow slipped away, slow like. I never noticed, I should of, but I didn’t. Now, all she cares about is if dinner’s hot and on time. Or the house is clean. She’s not there anymore. Like some how it all died.” “Why you so frustrated, especially after this morning? Thought you got all that. He went down the steps to see his sister talking withsome man that he never met. A few things sparked his suspicion. One, wasthat it wasn't custom for a woman to be alone with a man that wasn't afamily member. Especially a Royal Princess. The other that there wassomething about this man that sparked fear in him. He really lookedscary. Young Ali was glad no one could see him. She told him, "Good workShaikh. It is all going as we have planed. Wait until the young prince isthere. The whole family.