The Slayers Amelia and Zelgadis?

When faced with trouble, improvise. A lesson Lina had taught Amelia well. A quick plan to attempt to sneak out of the room and lie about where Zelgadis had been last night. Lying can be just if done for the right reasons, and covering this up would be a good one. He still needed to find his cure and being a prince of Sailoon wouldn't allow him any time to look. Her father understood this, Uncle Christopher and a few other nobles, however, would not.

Zelgadis followed behind Amelia. It was a foolish plan and he knew it. However, right now there weren't many choices and some of the most foolish plans he had ever seen had proven to be the most effective.

This was not one of those times. A short distance from Amelia's room at the inn stood Lord Dromel. He wasn't an imposing man. He had black hair and average looks that would easily cause him to get lost in a crowd if he wasn't wearing purple, gold and white noble robes. "Princess, I find your actions most distressing."

Amelia giggled nervously. "What actions?"

"Spending the night with your guard and then trying to sneak out. We are ambassadors to this country. How do you think it will look once the rumor of you sleeping with HIM gets around."

"Don't not worry, Dromel." Philonel placed his hand on the noble's shoulder. "Zelgadis is the grandson of Rezo the Red Priest and Amelia's fiance. They just couldn't wait for the ceremony." The crowned prince winked at the couple.

Amelia slumped to the floor. This was too soon. Zelgadis wasn't cured. She was too young. A myriad of reasons of why to delay rushed through her mind, but none that would hold off the wedding.

Zelgadis smacked his forehead. While you could infer that he was engaged to Amelia, he hadn't asked for her hand yet. He wanted to be fully human when he proposed. Phil had just taken that away.

Dromel looked like he sallowed his tongue. "My Prince, Zelgadis isn't human! How can he marry the princess?"

Philonel scowled. "Do not judge someone by how they look. Zelgadis may look like he's a mazoku, but he's not. His skin is the product of another's obsession, one which he seeks to rectify. He is far more human on the inside than some nobles I could name."

Dromel paled. Prince Philonel couldn't be talking about him. He had served his majesty well. "If you say so sire."

Philonel shuddered while remembering the recent talks he had with Queen Martina of Zoana. He then laughed trying to forget. "We're all saints compared to some of them." He patted Dromel on the back. "Zelgadis will need some time to get his cure, and we should help him, right?"

Dromel forced a smile. "As a future prince and king of Sailoon, he should get all the help we can provide."

"That's the spirit." Philonel blinked and looked around. "Where did Amelia and Zelgadis go?"

Where is Zelgadis and Amelia? Well, Amelia had to drag Zel away after the 'not human' comment.

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