For the Love of A Princess

Bam!!!
"Got it!" Rohan yelled, triumphantly, raising his fire sword in the air.
"You did, didn't you?" Aideen said, not completely enthusiastic.
The two had spent the entire day in the forest, with a bunch of old, worthless pottery from Kells. Rohan called it, "target practice." Aideen called it "boring." However, since it was Rohan who asked her to come along, how could she say no?
"Throw me up another one, would you, Aideen?" Rohan asked, preparing his sword to fire.
"All right," she sighed.
Wearily waving her hands, Aideen summoned her will and concentration. Her power grew, and illuminated her hands, bathing them in a beautiful blue glow. Soon in the pile of terra cotta, a lone dish floated up, and, suddenly, flung up into the air, as if it were thrown. Rohan, aimed his mystic sword, and fired. The dish was turned to dust and ash.
"Yes!" he laughed.
"Good shot, Rohan," Aideen yawned.
He looked at her, and frowned. "You look tired, Aideen. Maybe you should rest. I'll just practice my sword handling."
"Sounds good to me," she said, and fluttered over to a tree branch.
As she sat down, Aideen kept her exhausted eyes on Rohan; he really did make a handsome figure, when he wasn't trying to act heroic. He was naturally heroic, as for as she could tell. But, every so often, he'd try to prove it to himself or the others, and that's always when the problems started. 'Well,' she had mused one day, that little habit will hopefully go away soon. Or it's going to get him killed.'
Aideen shuttered. She didn't like to think like that. The idea that her darling Rohan could wind up dead before his time made her blood run cold. She had to protect him, that seemed to be her only solution. And, thus far she was doing a good job. She had gotten him out of more binds since they met than she could remember. Aideen guessed that he owed her his life at least fifteen times over.
'Silly humans,' she thought, as she watched Rohan swipe and stab at the air. 'They always get themselves into the worst scrapes.'
"Hey, Aideen," he called. "Watch this!"
Concentration written across his face, Rohan flipped his sword up into the air, and walked a few steps forward, catching his weapon by the handle, as fell behind his back.
"A blind catch!" she cheered. "Yay, Rohan!"
"Thank you," he grinned, boyishly, and bowed.
Aideen was delighted. Not just by his growing mastery over his large, heavy sword, but by the fact that he had shown her this new trick first. He had never showed off for her before. No, he usually saved that for Princess Deirdre.
His precious Princess Deirdre. Aideen pouted. Rohan always paid so much attention to the royal pain. Too much. Not that Aideen was jealous. Of course not! She just didn't see what was so special about Deirdre. She couldn't fly, she didn't have any magik powers. She didn't even know all the secrets of Tir Na Nog! Well, not that Aideen would tell any human, not even Rohan, all the secrets of the faery land. Humans were not privy to that sort of thing.
That was Aideen's problem. She wasn't human. She hated to admit it, but that's what seemed to be the main reason that Rohan hadn't noticed her like she had him. He just had marked her off as a fae, and a friend. Nothing more. But she wanted to be more, so much more!
It was just impossible, though. At least, as far as she could tell. After all, Aideen could never see herself living her life as a mere human, and, painful as it was, she didn't think Rohan would be that thrilled with living as a fae.
Oh, well. She guessed she'd just have to wait it out. See how it would all turn out. She had waited this long. She'd still wait. She didn't really have much of a choice. Yes, just wait it out . . .
When Rohan finished shadow fighting, he turned to summon for Aideen. He choked on his call when he saw her tiny, red form, sleeping on a low branch of a tree.
"Really were tired, weren't you?" he asked, softly, as he walked over, and gently picked her up, being careful so as not to wake her.
"I guess I'll come back for the pottery later," he said, and began to walk back to Kells.
As he walked, Rohan looked down at Aideen, and smiled. She looked startlingly pretty when she slept. He wondered what she was dreaming about.