There were only two weeks until Tamina's wedding. Two more weeks of watching this barbaric man drool over her every time she entered a room. Two more weeks of getting fitted for her wedding dress, getting poked with dull sewing needles as fat little seamstress ladies looked up at her with crooked grins. As good as Tamina was at playing the cold shouldered monarch, she hated every minute of it. And now she was about to add another crown on top of it all.

Although she had to admit there was something about her betrothed. There was something in the way he looked at her. Some kind of secret that twinkled in his eyes whenever she made fun of his actions or words. It was quite angering but somehow familiar. So familiar in fact that she summoned for Dastan in the middle of the night just because she would not have another sleepless night from it.

She had only just sent for him a few minutes ago, but as she lit the last candle she heard a soft knocking at her door. It was the smell of peaches and lavender wafting through the door that stopped her. It was a smell she had known all through her childhood, a smell that she had learned to both fear and hate. She turned and saw the sand in her hourglass frozen, she didn't need to but she opened the door.

There stood the most beautiful woman Tamina could have ever imagined. She had golden rust hair that hung in perfect spirals down her back, she was draped in a pale pink sheer fabric and her skin almost glowed at how serene she looked. Her smile could have capsized many ships, having lured soldiers off the edge. "Hello, Princess," Even her voice was almost velvet at how smooth it was.

"Hello, Goddess." Tamina bowed slightly, her back aching at the effort of showing this goddess respect.

The goddess' had reached out and lifted Tamina's chin so her brown eyes, could meet her emerald ones. "It's been too long my dear."

"Not nearly long enough," Tamina spit through her grinded teeth. The goddess made a tut-tut sound and griped onto her chin a little rougher.

For as beautiful as this goddess was, she was just as deadly, if not more so. The goddess of Destiny had often come to Tamina as a child when her actions or thoughts of future actions would "ruin" her grand design for Tamina's life.

Tamina was getting frustrated, she wanted to talk to Dastan, she wanted him in her presence, near her, and if she wouldn't let her she was going to scream. "So what do I owe this visit to? I'm quite busy at the moment."

"Yes, I know," Smiled the Goddess, "That is why I'm here. But you're a smart girl, you should have figured that part out already."

"Is this about Dastan?"

The goddess, who was occupying herself by toying with Tamina's personal belongings that were placed on a nearby table, head snapped up, a wicked grin playing across her lips. "As a matter of fact, it is. Have you ever wondered how a boy from the streets could become the Lion of Persia? Or the son of the king?"

"Boy from the streets?" Tamina knew there was something different about Dastan from his brothers, he was always apologizing to servants if he spilled, saying please and thank you when he asked for something, but no one ever mentioned it. Tamina had just chalked it up to being polite.

"He hasn't told you yet? I could have sworn…" The goddess' eyes fogged over for a minute as if replaying a situation in her mind. When she found what she was looking for she had that same gleam in her eyes that Dastan had. She knew something. "Please sit, let me tell you a story."

Having no other choice Tamina sat on the edge of her plush bed, her hands holding up her head, her elbows resting on her knees.

"Dastan, was born an orphan in Nasaf. He was only eight when he saved his friend Bis, you know the curly-haired kid, from the royal guard, King Sharaman saw this act of bravery and courage and decided to adopt this excellent creature into his family. Now, up until a week ago when you met our courageous heroine, he was right on track with his destiny. He was my pride and glory, everything he did worked, every battle he waged he won, everything was perfect, until the dagger. But he messed up. There are things that shouldn't have happened and now my dear you have to fix them. Now-"

"What?" Tamina cut in, feeling a little bit more then claustrophobic.

"My darling Tamina, you should know this better than anyone, only the holder of the dagger knows what has transpired in the time that has not happened. But you feel it." She paused not asking the question but letting the statement sink in. "Ah, yes, love is a strange thing isn't it?"

"What?" Tamina's voice came out in nothing more than a whisper, she had no idea what was going on.

"Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I'm going to do something for you. I'm going to be giving you a prophetic dream, now this dream will explain everything. You just have to remember it when you wake up." The goddess patted Tamina on the head, "Now I've got to get going and you've got a hunk to talk to," She said winking, and then turning her back.

"Wait!" Tamina shouted standing up, preparing to chase this goddess down. "How did he mess it up?"

The goddess looked at Tamina with eyes that were full of passion, when that smirk clouded over any humanity Tamina thought she recognized. "He let you die."

"But that's my duty, if the world was imperil that's what I'm supposed to do."

The goddess nodded, "Yes, but he has a different duty. And he failed, and that is why were starting over." The goddess went to walk away but turned quickly as if remembering one small detail. "And Princess, do well to remind your boy that I don't give 3rd chances. This is a special circumstance. Don't get excited." And with that she was gone, nothing left in her place but soft pink smoke twirling around Tamina's head. The smell of peaches and lavender practically suffocating her.

Tamina hated her. With every fiber of her being she hated her. She barely had any time to prepare when there was another knock at the door. She heard Dastan's hoarse voice call for her through the door, his voice dripping with worry.

"Come in." Tamina said completely dead pan, sitting back on the back, head in her hands.

Dastan entered slowly, seemingly not wanting to disturb anything. He spotted her on her bed was on his knees in front of her before she knew what happened. His eyes were so clear, so concerned, so filled with blind love.

Tamina could barely find her voice. "Tell me what happened between us."

For a split second Dastan's face was pale as the white sand inside her mystical dagger, and then he composed himself in the same instance. "What do you mean?"

For once in her life she did not know how to approach something. She had no idea how to explain how she knew or why she was asking. For once she didn't have a plan. So she just decided to go with the obvious.

"I know that you know what the dagger does. That part is obvious to me," she stood up walking around the prince and began pacing the floor vigorously. "And I don't want to know what happened exactly, and not everything. I don't think I could handle it all."

"You'd be surprised what you could handle," Dastan practically whispered sitting on the bed that she had just occupied.

"And that!" Tamina practically shouted. "All those snide little comments that are supposed to mean something bigger but they mean nothing to me. Just that you are presumptuous. And rude." She watched as Dastan had the decentcy to lower his gaze to the ground, but not before she caught sight of that smirk of his. "There's only one thing that I want – No, need to know."

"Anything Princess." Dastan said his eyes never leaving hers.

Tamina had stopped pacing and was practically wringing her robe. Dastan standed, taking slow, determined steps, until he was a breath away did he actually stop. He took Tamina's face in his hands, and it was as if all the worry she had about sounding rediculous had washed away. She could never be rediculous to him. She took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Were we in love?" Dastan didn't say anything, he just kept searching her eyes as if to find a reason she was even asking; had he given anything away? How had he slipped up? As is already seeing the question on his face, Tamina took another breath, "Because I think I can feel it. I think I love you too," Tamina stepped back and began pacing again, "And I know it's impossible for me to love you, I've only just met you three days ago!" She shouted more at herself than anyone else. "But I knew, I knew the minute I saw you. And that just doesn't happen to people, it just does-"

Tamina's sentence was cut short by Dastan crashing his lips onto hers. It was as if the fire that she had felt in the pit of her stomach apon first laying eyes on Dastan, suddenly errupted and consumed her entire body. Every touch, every move, everything about him made her feel as if she was sinking. Sinking into him. Dastan was the first to pull away, having to hold her still as her body had its own ideas and leaned into him. "I'm sorry," He breathed placing his forehead against hers. "I wasn't thinking."

"I can only imagine what you're capable of when you are." Tamina breathed trying to regain her composture. She knew he would be the one to undo her.

"And to answer your question, yes and no, I could have loved you, and that does not mean that I can't now." Dastan's large hand caressed the side of her face, tracing the freckles with his thumb, "It also doesn't mean that I haven't."

"You love me?" Tamina asked, feeling as if she was a child and this man was teaching her a very difficult lesson.

Dastan's face was instantly brightened at her tone of voice, his cheeks flushing slightly at the question, "What do you think?"

Tamina thought about it for a moment, searching his face for the answer she already knew. She stood on her tip toes and pulled him so that she was the one crashing onto him. His arms instinctually wrapping around her waist. They were tight and strong, it was as if they were saying he wasn't going to let her go, even if she wanted him to. She didn't. When she finally pulled away, he was the one stumbling forward. She pressed her forehead to his and sighed contently, "You love me." Dastan responded with another searing kiss.

Hi all thanks so much for reading this one. As of right now I don't know if I should continue with this one or just leave it as a one shot, but I've been reading Sadalsuud for so long that it makes me want an epic story all my own. BTW Enchantable is amazing!

Anyway if you like it please review it, I would love to hear what you think and if enough people want more, I'll definately continue.

Love always,

MsLadi