Silent Vow





Kiss the Flame ~ Jewel
Please love let's make no impartial vow
Let all fall away
That's not crucial now
I want a brave love,
one that makes me weak in the knees
I want a crazy, crazy love
One that makes me come undone at the seams

'Cause I'm tired of all these pilgrims, these puritans, these thieves
Of all these unbelievers who whittle love down at the knees
Let these swift roads destroy themselves
Let the world fall into its sleep
For we shall be spared
We shall be left standing
To face what's left of concrete and honey

Kiss the flame
Let's run with the hunted, the untamed
Kiss the flame
Embrace the faceless, the unnamed
Kiss the flame
There are nightmares on the sidewalk
There are jokes on TV
There are people selling thoughtlessness
With such casuality
But wherefore art thou Romeo
Where have all the brave men gone
Show me one man who knows his own heart
To him I shall belong

Kiss the flame
Let's run with the hunted, the untamed

Kiss the flame
Embrace the faceless, the unnamed
Kiss the flame
Kiss the flame
Kiss the flame

Please love let's make no impartial vow.



Prologue
It was just as Grace had imagined it (perhaps just as we've all imagined it? ;o). The wind blustered around her as she struggled to carry her bag across Trafalgar Square. She paused a moment to readjust her skirt, and before she knew it the contents of her bag had spilled onto the ground. Grace bent down and attempted to collect the scattering papers. Suddenly, a very nice leather shoe appeared before eyes. Grace glanced upward. At first a rather large strand of her hair obstructed Grace's view, but as she slowly brushed it behind her ear... the smiling face of Prince William appeared. Seem a bit too convenient? coincidental? cheesy? That's what Grace thought too. When she had arrived in England, she certainly had hoped to meet her obsession... well, let's call him the object of her (very generous) attention; but Grace's more pragmatic side had scoffed at her hope. And now, here she was...
"Is this yours, miss?" William's sensational British-ly accented voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Um, yes, yes it is," replied Grace in a rather shaky voice. She quickly added, "Thank you, Your Highness."
William looked a bit surprised that a toursit would recognize him so quickly, but his charm overshadowed his temporary glitch and he responded with a very warm "Your welcome." Grace took the papers from William's hand and continued to re-organize herself. She blushed noticably as William took a long glance at her copper colored hair and her soft features. He took a long pause before suddenly walking away. His abruptness caused Grace to be rather shocked. "So much for good manners," she thought to herself. Still, she couldn't help but turn around for one last glance at the retreating Royal. She stood up gathering the rest of her papers in her arms, and turned in William's direction. There he stood, about ten feet away from her, looking directly at her. "Wow," was all she could say, and Grace blushed again as their eyes met. It was just one of those moments, and they both knew it. William took a ginger step towards her.
"I didn't properly introduce myself," he apologized, "I'm William."
"I'm Grace... Grace Dawkins," she said, smiling in return. Without realizing it, Grace let go of all her bags, and this time the wind managed to steal away most of her papers. Grace watched them blow away, and couldn't quite manage to make herself care about them at the moment. She laughed as she turned towards William... but he was gone. Grace felt her heart rise strangely to her throat. "It was silly of you, Grace," she said, "to even think of it. It could never work, anyway... never." Grace continued along her original path, toward her earlier destination, just as if nothing had happened. Of course she knew that wasn't true.


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