"Allow me to stay for six months, and if you do not become enamored with me within those six months, then I shall leave," bargained the girl with false bravado. The man was as odd as she remembered, from his unblinking deep grey eyes, to his milky white skin covered by dark clothes that did nothing to shadow his godlike beauty. He was also just as handsome as her young self remembered from eleven years ago. Their encounter had been one to remember, she thought inwardly. "I am incapable of loving anyone child! Leave!" he exclaimed stubbornly, but one thing he did not know, was that she was just as thick-headed as he was. "Six months with me will prove you otherwise," she challenged. Running a frustrated hand though his mid-back length mane, he contemplated the situation at hand. "Very well. Six months, no more, no less..."] ***** When Rouge had met Valtor, she had fallen in love with him at first sight, at least, as much as a five-year old could love. After having comforted her in a moment of sadness, the crying infant promise to marry him as a reward. Not knowing that the pretty girl would remember, he had agreed. Eleven years later, a mischievous child-woman comes knocking at his door, claiming to be his long lost fiancée.