Dreams Come True

"Help!" Ling yelled, falling off the tree branch. Lan Fan launched herself below Ling and softened his landing.

Staring at each other Ling smiled and Lan Fan cleared her throat, pushing him off her. Sighing Ling got off the ground and brushed imaginary dust off his shirt before thrusting his hand forward to help Lan Fan up, but she was already standing next to him. Ling covered his embarassment by waving and looking at the landscape ahead of them.

"Is Young Master okay" Lan Fan asked, her voice guarded.

"Yes, I'm okay, Lan Fan. Are you okay?" Ling questioned with a curious voice.

Lan Fan sighed. "Yes, Young Master, I'm okay."

Ling grinned a goofy grin. "Good!"

After that Lan Fan climbed back up into the tree and watched for anything that might harm Ling and found a group of four men wandering towards them. But Ling was already alert of them and climbed into the tree next to his bodyguard and yawned boredly. The men spotted them in the tree and grabbed a bunch of swords from their belts.

"Stay here, Young Master, I beg." Lan Fan whispered, slipping down the tree and grabbing a kunai.

One man charged at her, laughing. "How dare you, boy!"

Ling winced, one of Lan Fan's tender spots are being called a boy.

"Why do you challenge us, boy? We just want to talk to the king." Another man brought his sword to his chest and ran at her.

Lan Fan threw her kunai and it hit the first man directly in his right shoulder before grabbing another kunai and swiftly running at the other. Soon the only one left standing was her and she stood over the four men threateningly.

"Don't you ever try to harm Young Master again!" Lan Fan spat.

Ling laughed. "You just got beat by a girl!" Lan Fan swivled her head so she was glaring at him and he flinched. "I meant that as a GOOD thing!"

With a sigh Lan Fan grabbed the back of Ling's jacket and dragged him about twenty feet away before letting go of him. He groaned and walked back to the palace in Xing. There was a meeting with the counsel that he had to go to, they wanted him to get married.

Lan Fan took off her mask and smiled falsly at Ling. "Who is Young Master going to choose to be his first wife?"

Ling shrugged. "It's a surprise, Lan Fan."

Finally he stood in front of the counsel with his loyal bodyguard at his side and smiled, clearing his throat. Both the counsel and Lan Fan waited tensely for the name he was going to announce. Lan Fan held her breath as he opened his mouth to speak.

"I choose......" Ling grinned. "First, I want to say that I'm only going to have one wife and I don't care if you think I chose wrongly. I choose... Lan Fan."

His bodyguard looked up as if he was asking her a question. "Yes, Master?"

Ling smirked. "I choose Lan Fan to be my wife!"

Her face was one of shock. "WHAT!?!"

The whole room fell silent as they watched Lan Fan put on her mask and run out of the room. With a gasp Ling followed her out and found her on the roof of the building. She was crying.

"Lan Fan, what's wrong?" Ling asked.

Lan Fan jumped to her feet and wiped away the tears. "I'm sorry, Young Master, but you'll have to choose someone else."

Ling sighed. "Why? I want you to be my wife, Lan Fan."

She pouted. "Because it's frowned on for a king to marry a lowly bodyguard. I don't want you to have people frowning on you."

"Can't you see? I don't care what they think. All I want is you, Lan Fan, to be my wife. Will you be my wife?" Ling smiled.

"If Young Master wishes so, I will follow his orders." Lan Fan bowed her head.

"But do YOU want to?" Ling questioned.

Lan Fan smiled and nodded, letting Ling wrap his arms around her waist and pull her mask off. He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed back, she had wanted to do this since she was six, she was now eighteen. Her dream came true, truely and dearly.