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He snapped out of his trance. The wedding day. Yes�by the light of the Fairy moon he was supposed to pretend to love her. But he knew his emotions had been butchered in a ceremony just under 25 years ago. When, in his early youth the last resonance of Steven wore off, he found himself unable to dream. Step back into a world of thought. He was incapable. Disabled. A slice of him had been cut away and he dearly wanted to reach it, like the way the two floating babies had been pulled together, he needed to see Steven. Longed to.

The floodgates of emotion trickled into him. Yet his face had been stern. His father and kingdom were his destiny. Each destined to wipe away a smile of insubordinate from a muddled frontier. Yes. Really.

Years and now this. Marriage. A bell sounded from far away. There�s a little bit to go yet. This book had his future mapped. The cup in the great hall boldly said �don�t change�. His heart sank. A tear welled beneath his eye. His helper looked in the tent, she had been watching people in suits of armour fight with precision. No one ever fell over. It was Jane.

She couldn�t resist a quick hug. Here, her son. Then she noticed the tear on his face. She jerked back.
�Cry?� she explained. He nodded, as if admitting a terrible crime. The books said about emotion and reducing the output. Crying was forbidden. Yet Jane kissed him on the cheek. �Don�t change� she whispered.

The suits of armour decided to call it a draw and they were on next. Th pomp collided with the air. There could be another flashback sequence but time rolled on like a squirrel tacked to a Ferris wheel � Puddles was hopeless. Powerless. He was escorted out of his tent and the other side of �the runway� was his to be bride. They walked towards each other. That was a start. Each trying to remember the ways they should feel. Or what they should say to make their surfaces move in tandem.