Potential Tolké Time

"I heard that Lady Felana is coming tonight," Leara said to Tolké teasingly as they danced. He blushed, but quickly tried to appear indifferent.
"That's nice. I haven't seen her in a while."
She rolled her eyes. "O, come on, Tol. Even I know you've had a crush on her since you were six. When's the last time you saw her?"
"Eight years ago. We were twelve." He was still red with embarrassment. When they spun around, Spenfalla was in sight, partnered with her brother. He quickly looked away.
Leara thought of this for a moment. "Will you be the same towards Felana with Spenfalla here?"
He looked at Spenfalla once again and sighed. "I don't know. It could be one of those feelings that never goes away. When I see her, something might change." Just then, as if on cue, the hall doors opened. A tall lady clad in a flowing pale green gown floated in. Tolké found himself staring. Leara turned his head away from the new arrival. "Manners, Tol." He swallowed.
"Right. Shall we greet her?" She smiled.
"Let's." They left the dance to meet Lady Felana. Spenfalla's attention was drawn to them as they bowed and curtsied to each other. Who's she? She wondered. Tolké was certainly giving her a lot of attention. She watched as he escorted this stranger to the dance floor and began to waltz. Spenfalla made some excuse to Yan and fell out of the dance. As she stood by a pillar watching the couple, she began to feel upset. Lilia came out of nowhere. She too watched them.
"That's Lady Felana. I heard that they were betrothed when they were younger."
"I see."
Lilia looked at her sister. "Jealous?" Spenfalla started.
"No! Why would I be?" she tried to laugh it off. "Besides, look at them. They're perfect together." Her throat hurt.
"Spenfalla," Lilia could see through her pretense.
She sighed. "Ok, so I'm jealous. But they are perfect together. Look." The sisters watched as the prince gently danced with the Kayuan lady. Their movements were fluid and precise. Somehow, they fit.
Lilia shook her head. "You're better for him." She began to walk away.
"Maybe once." Lilia paused and turned to her.
"Maybe still," she turned away again and left.
It was a long time before Tolké was away from Felana. Spenfalla casually stood beside him.
"Who's your friend?"
He blushed. "A friend. We, uh, go way back. Felana... is her name."
Spefalla actually felt bad for embarrassing him.
"I think it's warm in here," she lied.
"Let's go to the garden," he suggested, offering his arm. Normally she wouldn't have taken it, but she did, and hoped Felana saw. What am I doing? She ignored herself and followed him to the garden. It was cooler, and pleasant.
Tolké began to speak. "How have you been? Since it all ended, I mean."
"It still hurts," she replied, trying not to think of Jayor.
"I'm sorry." He sounded utterly sincere. Then she remembered Felana. He seemed to as well.
"Listen, about Felana..."
"I understand," she interrupted. "I'm happy for you. She's good for you."
He looked down. "I, uh... wasn't going to say that. She doesn't mean anything to me. Not like... you."
"Tol..." She didn't know what to say. Apparently, he didn't either, because he suddenly moved close and kissed her. She was surprised. The last time she had been kissed was the time right before she killed Jayor.
She almost pulled away, saddened by the memory, but remembered that the past was gone. This was Tolké. He was different.