Howl's Moving Castle Fan Fiction ❯ The Battles of Peacetime ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

AN: Thank you so much to everyone who gave me such lovely reviews! I really appreciate them! A quick side note, I have received a couple of comments on how I spell certain words, daemon, parlour those types of words. The spelling is correct. I am using a specific style in how I write this story which requires that particular spelling. I'm using the more British spelling as much as possible, I like the flavour it adds to the story and it also is more in keeping with Diana Wynne Jones who is, herself, a brit.. :D

 

Hope I haven't lost any of you yet in the story line. I know it's a bit convoluted in the mixture of book and movie. If you get confused, just drop me a line!

 

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Howl & Co. wish I did. Le sigh. Howl's Moving Castle is the property of Diana Wynne Jones for the novel and Miyazaki for the movie. I do not own them, and am making nothing from the publishing of this story on the internet.

 

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The Battles of Peacetime

Chapter 3

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Howl glowered at his expression in the mirror. He looked immaculate as always, but that wasn't what had him upset.

 

When Sophie returned, she had rushed in with her sister Lettie, both loaded down with packages. Howl had tried to intercept Sophie and at least get a word or even a smile from her. He was feeling a bit of withdrawal since he had been unable to spend much time with her the past week. Lettie wasn't having any of it, she pushed Sophie right past him and into her room slamming the door in his face.

 

Howl adjusted his midnight blue and silver coat ensuring the folds were in exactly the right place, then sighed. Perhaps he shouldn't have spent so much time readying for this evening's arrival at the palace, but he still felt his instinct was right. Sophie was not your normal girl. She needed to be treated differently, and he was almost certain his surprise tonight would ensure his victory over Justin.

 

He took a deep breath and swept out of his room and down the hall to the parlour. Markel smiled in greeting at Howl from where he was cleaning up his and Granny's supper dishes. It was only Howl and Sophie going to the dinner this evening. Markel was at first annoyed at being denied such a visit, but Howl had sat down and explained that tonight was important for him and Sophie to be together and he needed someone he could trust to stay and take care of Granny. Markel had finally, reluctantly agreed.

 

Howl's eyes swept the room, “Where's Sophie? We'd better be going …”

 

“… I'm right here.”

 

Howl turned around and his breath caught in his throat. Sophie was encased in a beautiful burgundy gown which clung to every curve of her upper body, then followed the line of her hips into a skirt that tumbled to the floor in a waterfall of silk. He could just see a small bustle at the back where still more fabric had been delicately draped and trimmed with silver lace. The bodice of the gown was lower than anything he'd ever seen her in, allowing a slight glimpse of the upper swell of her breasts. Her creamy shoulders were bare and mere wisps of lace covered her upper arms. The silk of the gown whispered as she moved. A simple black velvet ribbon was around her neck and similar ribbons were woven through her hair which was swept off her neck.

 

“Sophie! You look so fancy!” Markel was the first to speak and he rushed up and hugged her tightly. “You'll be prettier than any other lady at the palace!”

 

Sophie smiled down at him and smoothed his cowlick, “Thank you Markel. I must admit I'm not used to dressing like this.”

 

Lettie adjusted her bustle a bit and fussed with a bit of lace at her neckline, “You should dress like this more often Sophie, I've always thought you didn't give yourself enough credit,” Lettie nodded her head in satisfaction, and stepped back surveying her handiwork.

 

“Yes, you are definitely dressed to impress Sophie, I daresay you could catch they eye of just about anyone in the palace, including the prince, wouldn't you say so Howl?” Lettie glanced at him, a slight smirk on her face.

 

Howl took a deep breath in an attempt to get a hold of himself. He had been completely blindsided by Sophie's appearance. He felt utterly plain next to the beauty that was before him. The urge to magically put her old grey dress on her was strong. True, this dress was more conservative than most worn by the ladies at the palace to display their favours, but none of that mattered. Sophie looked like a queen in the burgundy. It picked up flecks of color in her rich brown eyes and set off her pale skin beautifully.

 

Howl shook himself from his trance and stepped forward, taking her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles just as Justin had done a week before, “May I say you look utterly breathtaking, Sophie?”

 

Sophie flushed and gazed at the raven head bent over her hand, then her eyes widened as she felt his warm tongue gently taste her skin. He peered at her through his bangs, a wicked gleam in his blue eyes, and Sophie felt her skin heat. She almost snatched her hand away, ran back to her room and changed … almost. She wanted a reaction from him, and this was certainly promising. “Thank you,” she finally managed. And he grinned at her.

 

Lettie clucked her tongue at the two, and Sophie blushed harder. Howl slanted a look at his beloved's sister, raising an eyebrow. She just gave them both a knowing look, “Well then, I do believe my work here is done. I had better be off before Mrs. Fairfax starts to worry. She picked up her satchel and slung it over her shoulder, “Have a lovely time, Sophie. I expect a full story from you in a few days.” With one last approving nod at Sophie's appearance and a last farewell to the other occupants of the castle, she let herself out of the door.

 

Howl grinned at Sophie and placed her hand on his arm, “Well then, my dove, we'd best be off. Don't want to keep royalty waiting.”

 

Sophie nodded and followed as he led her to the door.

 

Calcifer called from the hearth, “Bring me back something to eat, eh Sophie!”

 

Sophie smiled over her shoulder at him, “I'll try, Cal,” then, she was swept out the door and into the coming twilight.

 

Sophie blinked and gazed at the flowers around her feet, “This isn't Kingsford.”

 

Howl chuckled, “Your powers of observation never cease to amaze, dear one.”

 

“Really Howl, we don't want to be late …” Sophie trailed off as Howl turned her toward him and placed a burgundy rose into her hair.

 

“There, a rose for a rose,” Sophie blushed and looked up at Howl.

 

He smiled at her, then leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. Sophie stopped breathing for a moment, then opened her eyes in surprise as Howl scooped her into his arms and leapt into the air black wings unfurling as they soared upward. She gasped and clung to Howl as he flew through the air. He grinned down at her, his arms tightening.

 

“Never fear, Sophie, I won't drop you.”

 

She looked up at him, eyes wide, and nodded, still holding him tightly. Carefully, she turned her head to look out and gasped softly. The ground was flying past beneath them. Occasionally, Sophie could pick out a tree or rock, but for the most part it was one big blur rushing past. The sky above them was starting to change from blue to pink and purple as the sun slowly slid toward the horizon. Sophie cautiously reached out a hand to touch a cloud as they sped past, she gasped as her fingers became chilled.

 

Howl grinned at the wonder and joy on her face and reluctantly leaned down, knowing the moment he'd been planning for was at hand. He whispered tantalizingly in her ear, “You know, you could do this on your own. Your magic would allow you to. Would you like me to teach you?”

 

Sophie looked up at him her eyes wide with surprise, “Really? I could fly on my own?”

 

Howl nodded, “Yes, it's really quite simple. Keep your arms around my neck, I'm going to lower your feet.” He slowly released her feet, moving his arms to circle her waist. He relished the feel of her pressed against his side for a moment, her arms around his neck, her soft curves moulding to him. With a small sigh of reluctance, he began to whisper in her ear.

 

“Picture yourself light as air, your body weightless, part of the breezes flowing through the sky. Feel it, that weightlessness, through your whole body, and feel yourself swept up on a breeze, going the direction you wish to go. Imagine wings lifting you, carrying you along with the breeze, keeping you weightless.”

 

Sophie was so distracted by the warmth of Howl's breath brushing over her skin, she almost missed his instructions … almost. Excitement coursed through her, her eyes danced with joy at the thought of being able to fly on her own. She closed her eyes and pictured herself as Howl had instructed. Holding the image in her head, she felt a slight itchy feeling on her shoulder blades, felt Howl's arms sliding from her and the cool air flow where before his warm body had been. She slowly opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Howl was only holding one of her hands, as he grinned at her, laughter in his eyes. “You see, you're a natural,” he quoted himself, reminding her of that first time they met.

 

She looked over her shoulder in excitement and laughed with happiness when she saw silver feathers. Her eyes met his and her heart melted. She laced her fingers with his, still holding his hand as they flew through the evening air. She looked down and gasped softly the ground seemed to race beneath them, moving even quicker than moments before when she had been in Howl's arms. Howl squeezed her hand and smiled at her, “We're moving on a magic breeze, it allows us to travel quickly.”

 

Sophie nodded at this answer to her unspoken question, gazing around in wonder. Too soon, Kingsbury came into view and Sophie realized her time in the sky with Howl was coming to an end. He pulled her close to him and slowly lowered the two of them to the ground in front of the palace gates. With a gesture from Howl, their wings disappeared in a flutter of black and silver feathers, “Too many protection spells around, don't want you falling from the sky like a rock in that pretty dress.”

 

At the reminder of how she was dressed, Sophie gasped and patted at her hair and fussed with her gown. Howl smiled and shook his head, then he took her face in his hands.

 

“Howl … what're you …”

 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, righting her appearance, “There you are, good as new. It's too bad it will only be us and the prince tonight. If there was another woman there, perhaps you would see why I find you so beautiful.”

 

Sophie shook her head, “Flatterer,” the light blush on her cheeks took much of the heat out of the word.

 

Howl grinned down at her and placed her hand on his arm, leading her into the palace grounds, “Where you are concerned I am utterly shameless about it. Of course, some would say it's not flattery if it's true.”

 

Sophie hmphed at that, but allowed him to lead her to the steps, which didn't look as daunting as they had the last time she was there. Howl lead her quickly up them and Sophie wondered if he was using a bit of magic despite the various spells he claimed were in place. When they arrived at the top of the stairs a man dressed in yellow livery bustled up and bowed.

 

“Master Howl. Mademoiselle Sophie. Please, follow me. We've been expecting you.”

 

Howl gestured for Sophie to precede him and followed with a gentle hand on her lower back. They were led through towering halls of beautiful, white marble. At each door, a new man in even more extravagant yellow livery would meet them and lead them on.

 

Eventually, they were led into a beautiful parlour with dark mahogany wood on the walls. A soft, crème plush carpet covered the floor from wall to wall. Beautiful bookcases stuffed with books were around the room as well as couches and chairs with handcrafted wood arms and legs and embroidered brocade covering the seat and back. A large grandfather clock ticked lazily in one corner. It was a warm, comfortable room very masculine, but friendly. One meant to welcome, but also state the owner's position in life.

 

The owner was currently seated in a large, overstuffed leather chair behind an equally large desk. Prince Justin stood to greet his guests, dressed in a dapper black coat with a yellow embroidered waistcoat. He was elegant and simple, and Howl somehow did indeed feel like the peacock he was so often called.

 

“Sophie, Howl, so glad you could make it.”

 

He crossed to them and shook Howl's hand, it didn't escape Howl's notice he had reached for the hand resting on Sophie's back.

 

“Sophie, you look ravishing,” he took her hand and once more his lips brushed her knuckles.

 

Sophie flushed at the attention, “You needn't say such things Justin. Really.”

 

Justin shook his head, “Were I to throw a ball Sophie and you were to show up in this gown, you would be declared a diamond of the first water and would have your pick of suitors. Of course, that is exactly why I shan't hold a ball.” He winked at her charmingly.

 

Sophie blushed a little harder, unsure how to respond to such comments, she was extremely grateful when Howl saved her from having to answer, “Sophie, why don't you sit over here? You must be exhausted from our journey here.”

 

Sophie threw him a grateful glance and allowed him to lead her away from Justin to one of the delicate chairs. “I am surprisingly breathless, although I don't know if it's from exhaustion or excitement,” she squeezed his hand once, before releasing it to arrange herself upon the chair, so as to cause the least wrinkles in her gown. “Really, getting all dressed up is such a hassle, I must worry about every movement I make and if it will wrinkle the gown or cause my hair to come undone.”

 

Justin followed smiling indulgently, “Ah, but the effect is so lovely to see you attired as you are now, my dear. I must say you are the most fetching lady I've seen all day. Please, do bear it, if for no other reason than it allows me to take my mind from affairs of state and turn them to the frivolity of gazing at your beauty.”

 

Sophie blushed and muttered just loud enough for both men to hear, “Between flattering wizards and flowery princes I fear my skin will forever stay pink after tonight.”

 

Howl chuckled and leaned his hip onto the armrest of Sophie's chair, “Do not deny simple men the pleasure of complimenting you Sophie. You so rarely give us the opportunity to spoil you.”

 

Sophie shifted and smoothed her skirts to hide her embarrassment at the compliment, but resigned herself to having these two men fawn over her for the evening. After all, it wasn't really all that bad … and they were both quite handsome. True she wasn't interested in Justin in that way, but it was quite a boost to a girl's ego to have two such handsome men paying her such compliments. She supposed this was how Martha must feel at Cesari's. She could almost understand why many girls did dress up more. Perhaps she should consider getting some different dresses …

 

Justin grinned down at Sophie, watching the wheels turn in her head. He adored that about her. You could literally watch her think through something. True, you never knew what conclusion she would arrive at, but watching her get there was always thoroughly entertaining. He glanced up at Howl and considered, then again, perhaps there was one person who knew what conclusion she was arriving at. Howl was gazing at her with a satisfied look on his face.

 

It was then, Justin remembered Sophie's comment about their arrival. “I must admit, I am slightly at a loss, my dear. How is it your journey here, as short as it should have been, caused you to become breathless? Especially, one with such an indomitable spirit as yours.”

 

Sophie smiled at the Prince, glad for once the compliment wasn't about her appearance, “Never fear Justin, you are right, the short walk would not have exhausted me, if that is how we had arrived. Instead, I was delighted to have my first flying lesson this evening.” Sophie smiled up at Howl, her heart still light at the remembrance of flying through the night sky with him at her side.

 

Justin paused for a moment, watching the interplay between the two. Howl's hip was still on the armrest of Sophie's chair, his expression a flirtatious smile, but his body language clearly shouted his claim over the woman. Justin smiled at Sophie, “How exciting! You must have enjoyed stretching your magical legs, so to speak.”

 

Sophie nodded up at him, the light in her eyes causing his heart to skip a beat, “Oh Justin, it was glorious. The ground slipping away beneath us, as the stars began to shine in the sky. The feel of the breeze moving over my skin as I flew, it took my breath away.”

 

Justin could quite understand what she meant, he was feeling that particular sensation at the expression on her face. Her eyes sparked up at him, joy giving her a glow her hair and gown only accentuated, he cleared his throat and was a tad annoyed to note Howl was looking decidedly smug.

 

“I'm so glad my invitation was able to facilitate your first flying lesson, my dear.”

 

Howl raised an eyebrow at the Prince, but before he could respond, a knock came at the door and a voice called through the portal, “Dinner is served, Highness.”

 

Justin smiled and bowed to Sophie, “It would be my pleasure to escort you to dinner, my dear.”

 

Sophie smiled and stood, placing her hand on his offered arm, sparing a glance for Howl, before turning her focus back on Justin. “So, tell me, what is for dinner this evening?”

 

Justin smiled and placed a hand on top of hers, “You shall see. It should be interesting. I wanted to make it something exotic, something you had probably never tried before.”

 

Sophie laughed softly and inside Justin cheered, “Well, that should not have been too hard. My experience with exotic foods is definitely limited.”

 

“It would be my pleasure to remedy that,” he patted her hand on his arm as he led her out the door, Howl following them like a shadow, down a hallway and into a large dinning room. Justin was just seating Sophie at her chair when his brother wandered in quite unexpectedly.

 

Howl took advantage of the moment, he quickly reached out to sweep Sophie back onto her feet, then swept a graceful bow, while holding her hand and helping her to curtsey low, they both spoke in tandem, “Your Majesty.”

 

The King paused, then waved a dismissive hand, “Ah, it's you Howl and the charming Lady Sophie, no need to stand on ceremony for me, please sit. I'm afraid I'd forgotten Justin had invited you two over for dinner … didn't mean to interrupt, just on my way to some more of those dull peace talks.”

 

Sophie could feel Howl stiffen briefly even as he helped her back to her seat. She tried to get a glimpse of his face, but he was hiding it very well behind the veil of his hair as he made his way around the table to the seat opposite her.

 

Justin sighed at the interruption of his brother, also noting the way Howl stiffened. Justin knew Howl detested war, and he couldn't blame him. He'd been there during the war, watching the toll it took on the wizard. Since the war, he'd heard of the things Howl had been doing in Market Chipping and neighbouring towns. Howl probably had more eyes and ears around than his brother and understood the effect war was still having even in its aftermath. And then of course, there was the task he had undertaken for Suliman …

 

“Justin, since you're here, I wonder if I might have a word with you …”

 

Justin sighed. He knew it was definitely not an accident that the King had wandered through when he did, “Of course,” he bowed to his guests, “Please, excuse me for a moment, feel free to begin without me, I shan't be long,” then followed his brother out the door.

 

The King turned and Justin almost groaned aloud at the look on his face, “Brother, this is a perfect opportunity to discuss with Howl his appointment as Royal Wizard. I realize Suliman is perfectly capable of the job, but just think what leverage I'll have with two such skilled Royal Wizards. Besides, even Suliman says Howl is the more talented. Just think of the implications! And, should another war break out, having them both here to develop strategy and magical weapons would ensure our victory! He's already helping Suliman with certain tasks, it's really not that far of a stretch to give him the title and everything else that goes with it.”

 

Justin sighed, so the King had discovered Howl was working for Suliman. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He and Suliman had agreed to keep it a secret from the King, knowing what would happen if he found out … but his brother was not stupid. With all the activity going on in Market Chipping, he was bound to hear of it sooner or later and confront them. Justin decided to try and appeal to his brothers sense of propriety, “Howl is my guest and as such, I would really rather not pester him about affairs of state. Couldn't you wait and just summon him to meet with you?”

 

The King chuckled, “Suggested that to Suliman and was told I would first of all have a hard time getting my summons into the man's hands and second of all the slippery wizard would find a way of fulfilling the summons without my ever having talked to him … no this is the better way.”

 

Justin sighed, giving over to the inevitable, “Very well, I shall bring it up to him, but I leave the convincing to you. I did not invite them here to discuss business. I invited them here as two very dear friends that I wished to spend time with. Now, will you kindly leave us in peace?”

 

The King nodded, “Course, course, wouldn't want to intrude. Appreciate you bringing up the topic, let me know what he says, hmmm?” With that, Justin watched his brother turn and strut off. He very much doubted he actually had a peace talk to go to. More than likely he was going to discuss strategy or some such with his generals, while they all played cards.

 

Justin rubbed the back of his neck, then schooled his expression into a friendly open smile and stepped back into the room.

 

Sophie and Howl were still seated at the table and were apparently discussing the antics of Howl's apprentice Markel. Sophie was smiling at Howl as he gestured. The footmen had already been in and set down the salads as well as filling the wine goblets for all three of them. He took his seat and took a bracing sip of cool chardonnay.

 

Sophie turned to him and smiled, “I do hope all is well …”

 

Justin returned her smile with a charming grin, “Of course, don't you worry about a thing. How is the wine?”

 

Howl tipped his glass to Justin, “Excellent. We waited to start eating, but couldn't resist sampling a bit of your wine cellar.”

 

Justin nodded, “Of course, and now, I believe a toast is in order. To friends, made in a time of crisis and continuing those friendships in a time of peace.”

 

Sophie and Howl both lifted their goblets and all three drank.

 

Sophie stabbed a bit of her salad, “So, how go the peace talks?”

 

Justin nodded at her, “They go well. It seems all parties were eager for the fighting to end. At least, that is the impression they give at the table. War is an expensive business if carried on for too long, expensive in raw materials and in manpower.”

 

Howl swirled his wineglass staring at the fluid as it slid over the crystal, “How do you feel the recovery and rebuilding effort goes?”

 

Justin shifted slightly, watching the wizard apparently nonchalantly continue to gaze at his wine. He wasn't fooled. “We should be doing more. But it takes time to rally up the resources and workers. I realize many are still doing without basic necessities, but there is only so much we can do.” Even to Justin's ears it sounded like a weak response, “Of course, there are projects that are going very well, we hope the success of those will spur the rest on.”

 

Howl nodded and raised his glass, then finished it off. A footman came forward and refilled it.

 

Sophie looked thoughtful, “What about the wizards working for you? Surely they can help speed up the process?”

 

Justin sighed as the footmen cleared away the salad dishes and began bringing out the entrees, “If only it were that simple, Sophie. Unfortunately, you must always deal with politics and personalities whenever you try to accomplish something on as large a scale as this rebuilding effort will have to be. The last war was particularly devastating to certain areas in the south and west. We are having a hard time even reaching some places. Not only that, but we lost a good many wizards in the war...”

 

Justin glanced at Sophie and noticed her watching Howl, and he inwardly sighed. He knew the wizard was being unusually silent sipping his wine and staring into space with a blank expression and also knew he needed to distract Sophie quickly or she would start asking questions he knew neither he nor Howl wanted to answer right then. Sophie opened her mouth to speak and Justin, fearful of what he knew the intelligent Sophie was about to ask, changed the topic.

 

“Well Sophie, tell me, have you ever tried peacock?”

 

Sophie blinked at him, blushing slightly, “What ever do you mean?”

 

“I mean this …” At his words, a footman carried out a large platter filled with steaming pieces of meat laid out so as to be easy to pluck off the tray and dip into the small bowl of sauce another footman was placing beside each plate. The many tail feathers of a peacock decorated the tray. The footmen, quite deliberately, placed it in between Sophie and Howl, the feathers blocking their view of each other.

 

Howl raised an eyebrow at the Prince who gave him an innocent look, while also being relieved the wizard had pulled himself out of his deep thoughts, “What about you Howl? Ever tried peacock?”

 

Howl smirked at the Prince, giving an almost imperceptible nod, “I have not had the pleasure, but I do look forward to it. Is it similar to crow?”

 

Justin almost choked on his wine and had to dab at his mouth. He recovered quickly and smirked at the wizard.

 

Sophie was apparently oblivious to the banter; she had reached out and delicately selected a small piece of the white meat with her fork. She dipped it into her sauce bowl and daintily bit off a bite. She chewed it a moment, then smiled at Justin. “It is quite good. A bit … richer than chicken, but definitely enjoyable… The sauce is delightful! I would dearly love to get the recipe.”

 

Howl chuckled as he deliberately plucked the three middle feathers obstructing his view of Sophie from the platter and set them aside, “If you enjoy it Sophie we should definitely get the recipe, one must always have the right sauce in order to truly enjoy a meal such as peacock,” a gleam came into Howl's eyes as he watched Sophie carefully dip her finger into the sauce, then her tongue came out to taste it.

 

Both men watched her lick it off, neither breathed.

 

Sophie turned and smiled charmingly at Justin, “I do believe I quite enjoy peacock, with or without sauce.”

 

Howl inwardly groaned and promptly concluded he was not going to survive the night. Between the talk of wizards and war and Sophie's hopefully innocent comments, he was going to either explode in frustrated anger, or go up in flames. He shifted in his seat trying to ease an uncomfortable tightness that made him painfully aware Sophie was now innocently nibbling on another piece of peacock and licking stray sauce from her mouth.

 

Watching the two, Justin knew the battle was lost. He wanted Sophie to be happy and knew she had made her choice, was in fact being quite blunt about it. Although, he wondered if Howl knew she was doing it deliberately. From the wizards slightly pained expression, he thought not. Well now, that was interesting. He grinned, he could definitely have fun with this. If she couldn't be his, he would definitely keep her as a dear friend. And, knowing he couldn't compete with Howl, made the jealousy toward the wizard ease. Having settled it in his mind, he resolved to enjoy the rest of the evening with these two people, both of whom had helped him when he'd been in serious need.

 

Justin reached out and took a bowl of strawberries and cream, offering it to Sophie, “Here my dear, please try these, I'm sure you'll find them quite tasty.”

 

Sophie smiled at him and a conspiratorial glance passed between the two. In that moment Sophie knew he understood and she was relieved. She was also excited to have someone who would help her in her quest for the wizard. She reached out a hand and picked a large berry, “Thank you.” She raised it to her lips and began sucking the cream off, before biting into the juicy berry.

 

Justin almost laughed aloud as Howl looked as though he was going to pass out. This was almost as good as competing for Sophie. But, he supposed enough was enough, as a man, he could definitely sympathise with the wizard's painful predicament. Justin coughed, drawing Howl's attention.

 

“Howl, I'm sure you would enjoy a stroll around the gardens, they have changed much since the days you were here as an apprentice.

 

Howl stood eagerly, “Yes, you are quite correct, I think that is an excellent idea.”

 

“Sophie and I will join you momentarily.”

 

Howl bowed to the two and walked swiftly to the French doors on the other side of the room, slipping out of one of them and into the gardens.

 

Justin turned to Sophie and raised an eyebrow, “Would you like to tell me what all that was about. I'm sure it was not entirely for my benefit in an attempt to get it through my thick skull you weren't interested in more than friendship from me.”

 

Sophie smiled, blushing slightly, “I do hope you aren't angry with me for it. I just felt awful and didn't want to lead you on into thinking you might have a chance of changing my heart.”

 

Justin shook his head, “Never fear dear. I could never be angry at you for being honest. I knew it was a lost cause, just didn't want to make it easy for Howl.”

 

Sophie smiled gratefully, “I'm glad you weren't terribly hurt. Now, as to what all that was about … I'm afraid I can't really tell you. I suppose I was worried about him earlier, how quiet he was and I wanted to help him forget his worries, at least for a time.”

 

Justin laughed, “Well, I do believe you accomplished that. Perhaps we should go find him before his worries catch up with him.”

 

Sophie nodded as she stood and took Justin's proffered arm, “I wish he'd share with me what has got him so distracted lately. The war is over and I know he's concerned with rebuilding, but … well, there seems to be more to it than that.”

 

Justin winced inwardly as he led her out into the gardens, so Howl hadn't told her. He supposed he understood, it wouldn't be an easy thing for him to discuss, and knowing Sophie, she'd want to help. Certainly, she had some skill in magic, but in this she would be completely out of her depth. When Sophie did find out, Justin didn't envy Howl the battle he'd have on his hands to keep her out of it.

 

The conversation paused as the sound of men conversing drifted to them over the hedges. Justin recognized the voices at once and paused, wondering if he should try to steer Sophie the other way, unfortunately, she never gave him the chance.

 

“Who's that talking to Howl? Is that Suliman?” there was a worried tone in her voice as she quite decisively steered them in the direction of the voices.

 

Justin knew he would have to be quick to warn them of their approach and laughed loudly, “Never fear Sophie, you are correct. That is Suliman speaking with Howl, but I doubt our Royal Wizard has anything but the best intentions for your wizard.”

 

Sophie blushed furiously, and slanted a glance at Justin, who merely looked down at her innocently.

 

As Justin escorted her closer, the voices became clearer. The two wizards were apparently discussing the pros and cons of being awarded wishes from a genie and what one should do with them.

 

“I do believe you should at least use one to free the poor genie,” Howl was saying.

 

Suliman took a moment to ponder Howl's suggestion, “I don't know … you never really know how he came to be caught in the bottle, what if it was punishment for some evil. You do need to be careful.”

 

Howl considered this, “True, but it could also be he was a perfectly normal man put in there through evil circumstances and through no fault of his own.”

 

Justin escorted Sophie around the last hedge and they walked into a secluded open area with a large fountain at the center. Water cascaded from a jug a statue of a little boy held, and tumbled into the waiting waters below.

 

Suliman bowed in greeting, “Good evening, Lady Sophie. I must say, I've never seen you looking quite so lovely. That gown suits you well.”

 

Sophie smiled at the Royal Wizard and bobbed a small curtsey, “Thank you, Master Suliman. My sister Lettie helped me select it.”

 

At the mention of her sister, she noticed a light come into the wizards eye. Sophie knew Suliman had met Lettie in his dealings with Mrs. Fairfax, the witch Lettie was apprenticed to. She also knew they had a tendre for each other that she personally hoped would come to something more.

 

Howl shook his head at the woman he loved, for such a practical little thing she was a horrible romantic when it came to others. He smiled and stepped up to her, “Sophie, come here. I want to show you something.”

 

Sophie followed him curiously as he led her over to the fountain. She gazed into the water and gasped softly. Swimming in the water were what looked like miniature mermaids at first glance, as Sophie looked closer, she realized they were fish, but their fins were long and flowing to give the appearance of hair. Their bodies, instead of being teardrop shaped, were more lithe and slim. In the moonlight, it looked as though their scales shimmered with colour, shifting from pinks, to greens, to blues. “They're beautiful …”

 

Howl smiled at the delight apparent on her face, then as she was distracted, he slipped away to rejoin the two men talking a little distance away. He knew what was coming, had known since the King had `accidentally' walked through. He straightened his shoulders and strode over, making sure his child-like smile was on his face as he approached, as though he was as enchanted by the fish as Sophie was.

 

Justin watched the wizard approach and knew the time had come. He glanced at Suliman who held up his hands, “Don't look to me to do this. He's your brother.”

 

Justin rubbed the back of his neck, then nodded at Howl, “I remember the first time I saw the mermaid fish. I think I was as distracted as she is.”

 

Howl nodded glancing back at Sophie, laughing, “The distraction won't last long. She's too practical to be entranced with beautiful things.”

 

Justin grinned, “Much to your annoyance, hmmm, Master Peacock?”

 

Howl winked at him, then, glancing up at the moon, the laughter faded from his eyes, “Out with it you two,” the tone in Howl's voice told them he knew what was about to happen and was not pleased at all.

 

Justin sighed and glanced at Suliman, now or never … “So, Howl, how go things for you in the castle?”

 

“Busy as ever. I have many things I need to take care of now the war is over.” Howl spoke in low tones, not wanting Sophie to hear, her curiosity would know no bounds otherwise.

 

Justin nodded, and decided to go ahead and plunge right in, “You know, you could do much good here at the palace, with the name of Royal Wizard behind you.”

 

Howl shook his head, a ghost of that childlike smile visible on his face, “That title suits Suliman. I prefer to remain Horrible Howl, thank you. I fear I am not serious enough for the position. I would forever be making a fool of His Majesty and blundering about. Suliman is the talent and skill you want, not a vain peacock, such as myself.”

 

Justin smiled; he had expected this answer, just as the wizard had expected the invitation.

 

Suliman shook his head, “You wear the mask of a peacock well Howl, but that is what it is, a mask. I hold no delusions about my abilities. You have a natural, well … for lack of a better word, flare for magic that I do not possess. I would have to study and work on spells Mrs. Pentstemmon would give us. You merely had to look at them to understand them. It is why I came to you with the task now before us.”

 

Howl continued to watch Sophie as she played in the fountain. He knew she was giving them a moment to chat, he also knew he would have to answer a lot of questions later. The sooner this interview ended the better.

 

Justin sighed, understanding the wizard's frustration, “You do not fool me Howl. I know of your skill and power and have seen it first hand. I know you have other objections to the post and I understand them. I was told to ask and have done my duty as such, but know he is quite determined and more offers will follow.”

 

Suliman smiled, “The king is not the only one who desires you in that position. I could learn much from you Howl. Indeed, I would jump at the opportunity.”

 

Howl nodded slightly acknowledging their comments, then moved to Sophie grinning at her, “Come lovely, we don't want to get your fetching dress wet. It is late, and I'm sure Calcifer is eagerly awaiting the stories we will bring to him of our visit here.”

 

Sophie gazed back at him, curious about what the men had been discussing, but content to wait and wheedle it out of Howl later. She held her hand out to him and he took it. She smiled at Prince Justin, “Thank you so much for a lovely evening. It was a pleasure.”

 

Justin took her free hand and bowed over it, “You are always welcome, lovely Sophie. I do want to extend an invitation to the both of you. There will be a ball held in one month's time to celebrate the peace treaties. It would mean much to the kingdom, and to me, if you would attend.”

 

Sophie's eyes lit up at the thought of her first ball and Howl chuckled, “I believe you have our answer.”

 

Justin smiled, “I do hope you will save at least one dance for me, fair Sophie?”

 

Sophie flushed and nodded, “Of course, Justin.”

 

“Then I eagerly await the day.”

 

Suliman bowed low smiling at Sophie, “Please, send my regards to your sister, Lady Sophie. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for interrupting your evening, I so rarely get a chance to have Howl's attention, I thought it important I take the opportunity.”

 

“Believe me Master Suliman, I understand completely. It was wonderful seeing you again, and I shall deliver your message to Lettie.” Sophie curtsied and placed her hand on Howl's arm.

 

Howl bowed to both gentlemen, “Until such time as we meet again.” He then turned and led Sophie out of the gardens.

 

Both men watched the couple go, with differing emotions.

 

“So, you were finally able to let her go, hmm?” Suliman questioned the young prince.

 

Justin smirked self-depreciatingly up at the Royal Wizard, “I wasn't given much choice in the matter. Sophie made her preference blatantly clear at dinner this evening, course, I think I was the only one who noticed.”

 

Suliman chuckled, “Howl's one weakness, his heart. I wasn't all that surprised when Mrs. Pentstemmon told me what he had done. She was always telling him to harden his heart … so Howl solved the problem the way he always solved problems, by running away and using magic.”

 

Justin shook his head, “I do not envy the fight that wizard has on his hands. And I don't mean the one we sent him into.”

 

Suliman laughed, “I definitely picked the right Hatter to fall for. Lettie is a bully in her own way, but even she can be cowed by Sophie … course, knowing my apprentice brother as I do, if anyone has a chance of standing up to her, it'd be him, especially if it's her safety that's the issue. He can be a coward, but if he's given his heart to her, he'll fight like a dragon to protect her.”

 

The couple in question, were currently making their way to the streets of Kingsbury in companionable silence. The stars shone overhead as the evening enfolded them in its cool darkness. Before long, they were walking through the silent city streets, Howl reached out and took her hand. She in turn laced her fingers with his.

 

Sophie smiled, “I'm glad you're here. I always seem to get lost in Kingsbury.”

 

Howl grinned, “Never fear, my dove, I won't let you get lost.”

 

“That is a relief. After all, if I got lost, who would feed Markel?”

 

“I'm sure he'd make due. As for me being lost with you in Kingsbury, I could imagine worse fates,” he winked at her giving her a lopsided grin.

 

Sophie laughed softly, shaking her head at the too charming wizard, “I'm sure.”

 

A comfortable silence fell between them once more as they walked. A gentle breeze toyed with the rose in Sophie's hair and stirred a few loose strands. Howl enjoyed the silence, taking advantage of the moment to admire the girl on his arm.

 

When they finally reached the door, Howl opened it quietly, holding it for Sophie. She walked past with a rustle of silk and he then stepped in and closed it to find Sophie had turned and was smiling up at him. “Thank you for tonight Howl. It really was a lovely evening.”

 

Howl reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “I assure you, the pleasure was mine, dear one. I know I have never had such a wonderful night, and it was made so by your presence. It is I who should be thanking you, Sophie.”

 

Sophie, blushing, gently reached up and caressed his cheek, her beautiful chocolate eyes searching his. Howl held his breath, and carefully leaned into the caress, not wanting to startle her. He thought she might kiss him and as he watched her face, her pink tongue nervously moistened her bottom lip.

 

Sophie glanced up at his eyes and was shaken to her soul at what she saw there. His eyes had darkened to indigo as he watched her, the seriousness in his face telling her the truth behind his words, and hinting at the deeper meaning beneath them. She felt herself leaning toward him, moving up onto her toes. His hands settled on her hips to steady her, the heat seeping through every layer of her skirts and petticoats. Her breath seized in her lungs at the first tickle of his breath on her lips. She felt Howl take charge of the kiss, brushing his lips over hers gently, before pressing deeper, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of her head and tilt it for a better angle.

 

Howl kept a tight reign on his emotions, not wanting to lose control as he had the last time he'd kissed her. He allowed himself to savour the kiss, letting his tongue come out to tease Sophie's lower lip, then he eased himself away from her and watched Sophie's face, smiling as her eyes slowly opened to gaze at him. He relished the pleasure he saw in those brown depths. His fingers gently massaged the back of her head, his other arm snaking around her waist to hold her to him for a moment.

 

Sophie sighed, a small smile on her lips. She was relieved Howl wasn't pushing for more than the kiss and that allowed her to lean into him, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. The warmth of his body and the gentle massage on her scalp relaxed her and she was unable to stifle a yawn.

 

Howl chuckled, “I do believe it's time for you to retire, my own.”

 

Sophie sighed in resignation, and reluctantly stepped away from Howl, his arms sliding from around her to hang at his sides. Sophie smiled softly at him, “Good night Howl.”

 

Howl bowed to her gallantly, “Good night Sophie, pleasant dreams.”

 

Sophie reached out to give his hand one last squeeze, then she turned and made her way up the stairs and into the parlour where Calcifer brightened a bit in greeting.

 

“It's about time, I was about to go out looking for you two.”

 

Sophie waved off the comment, “We are not that late … but I am tired. I believe I will retire to bed immediately. Good night, Calcifer.” Howl wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved when Sophie disappeared into her room and shut the door.

 

Calcifer flared blue for a moment, “She forgot my food …”

 

Howl plunked down a napkin filled with bits of meat and strawberries, “Never fear my friend, you were not forgotten.”

 

Calcifer sparked happily and began to eat the rich delicacies as Howl folded his form into the chair near Calcifer and sighed. “You were right old friend. They did ask.”

 

Calcifer smirked, his mouth full of berries, “Of course they did. I'm assuming you turned them down.”

 

Howl nodded, “Absolutely. I will not put myself in the situation of having to build war machines for a King who views war as something entertaining to pass the time. I choose what to use my magic for and when.” He ran a hand through his raven hair and glanced at the closed portal to Sophie's room. “Sophie appeared to have had a nice time though. So, it was not a total waste.” With that he stood and nodded to the daemon. “I bid you good evening Cal, enjoy your midnight snack.”

 

“Goodnight Howl,” Calcifer replied to his retreating back.

 

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End Chapter 3

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I am slightly amused. I started writing this as a little bit of fluff story and frighteningly enough, it's turned into an epic. I blame my husband. :D

 

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