The Moosehead Tavern [1]

Jace smiles and kisses her, while Nic slumps over and passes out.

I saw Nic Faint while I was in the kiss and shrugged. He'll wake up. I pulled away and smiled, "Nic's gonna be...okay right?"

"Maybe." Jace says, not too worried.

"Okay good." I smiled again and turned foward to focus on my drink. "So, Jace... Why does your dad hate you so much? I mean, Your so sweet. Why would he want to hurt you?"

Jace shrugs. "I guess it's 'cause we left him back home when we scrammed. But...But mom told us to go. Nic said so. I-i don't know why if it's not that..."

"Oh. I'm sorry, that must suck." I smiled. "I would never do that."

"W-we had to." Jace says. "The war and everything out there."

He remembers a lighter matter and flashes a smile looking at her.

"You know, we were second in line to the throne there."

I smiled back, "Your royalty?" I hugged him. "I knew you were special."

Jace laughs and nods, his eyes closing on their own for a moment. "Something like that."

I nodded, he was so warm. I held on to him tighter. "So are you like a prince or something?"

"I don't remember the actual term for it, but sure." Jace nods.

I smiled, "I feel so special." I said letting go. "So what does that make me?" I said resting my arms on the bar.

"A princess or a duchess." Jace smiles. "You choose."

"Hmm...Either one," I smiled kissing him.

"Okay, duchess." Jace smiles.