Finn leaped from his horse to greet Enna, and she entwined herself into him, their arms around each other, their faces close. Thoug they did not kiss, Rin thought that the way they looked at each other was even more intimate. 'Let's get married,' Enna was saying with yearning in her voice. 'Please, let's get married right now.' Finn put his face into her neck and whispered something that made her hum.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends.

Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.

She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.