She didn't want this evening to end, didn't want to put an end to the mystery and magic of their evening. This was every Romantic daydream she had ever had - from her dashing highwayman, the dance, the mask, even their 'almost kiss.'

And yet she knew that the evening was wearing on, and she wanted to hold onto the dream-like experience but she knew if she stayed it wouldn't last - that someone would come up who knew him, or her, and they would say the real name and the rules of society would take precedence and they would be forced to be formally introduced to each other.

No. She wanted to hold onto this for a little longer.

'I'm sure we will Highwayman' she partially whispered as he took her hand and pressed her fingers to his lips, following its path with her eyes - transfixed. She blinked, breaking the spell that his chivalrous behaviour had weaved over her. 'Parting is such sweet sorrow my Highway man.' she gave his hand a final squeeze as she slipped away from him, glancing back only once before she slipped through the door of the ballroom into the hall with the fluu. She stepped into the flames, glancing back at the door to the ballroom, before the whoosh of green flames took her and she was whisked back to The Reach.

What an evening. She flopped onto the bed, smiling broadly, a giddy, excited thrill in her stomach, a feeling that lasted long after her maid had brushed out and braided her hair and she was laying on her pillow, remembering clearly the warmth in those dark eyes.

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