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Not that Kind of Fairy Tail

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Alpha-Wolf

Meteorite
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Nov 3, 2011
From his balcony King Xander the Third stood watch over his kingdom, following the movement of the night watchmen as their lanterns moved through the city streets. The Kingdom of Darkon was his to control, his to protect, and he would take any action he deemed necessary to ensure order within it. The King himself stood in shadow, his only illumination being the sporadic light of the moon as it occasionally broke through the clouds. He never brought lanterns with him on these moments of contemplation, the risk of an assassin noticing him being too great. Though the balcony extended from one of the highest points of the castle he knew that one man would climb any height to kill him if they had the determination.

And he knew something of such determination.

Turning swiftly away from his people he returned to his room closing the heavy iron door behind him. He had long since removed the royal armor from his person and was preparing to hang his sword (again, assassins were everywhere), when a knock echoed from the other side of his chamber door.

“Messanger, your highness.” The guard outside called out to him.

Keeping his sword sheathed for the moment Xander let out a sigh, not really in the mood for more news. “Enter.”

The door opened to reveal a thin, elderly scribe who Xander recognized from court. “My Lord,” the man bowed his head in respect and fear, knowing the king demanded no less. “Word from the kingdom of Dersoto.”

Xander knew no one would dare trouble him unless it was of the upmost importance and immediately his mind turned to military actions. The recent cease-fire under his father’s rule had stemmed the war between their two kingdoms but it was hardly a truce. “Speak,” he ordered.

The messenger raised his head. If he was frightened of his king his voice did not show it, staying calm and even as a royal messenger is expected to be. “Prince Jameson has returned from his journey, my Lord, alive and unharmed.”

His jaw clenched at the sound of that name. King Xander regretted not sending out the assassins when he had the chance, hoping the Prince would die on that fool’s errand of his. Better he come back alive as a failure at the very least…

“There is more though,” the messenger continued. “He was able to breach the legendary tower successfully and free the princess inside. Their wedding has been announced for the end of the week.”

For the first time the messenger displayed fear as his lord looked at him with pure malice. The King gripped the pommel of his sword, knuckles turning white as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Leave me.”

The messenger bowed quickly and turned away, closing the door behind him. The moment the latch caught Xander’s sword was free of his scabbard and plunged into the nearest chair. The scream of the King echoed down the halls of the castle sending all within into fearing for their lives. With all his strength Xander then threw his sword, chair still attached, flying across the room and into the balcony door.

“NO!” His mind screamed. “HE CANNOT WIN THIS DAY!” The hatred Xander felt for Prince Jameson was legendary, the two having been born on the same say within minutes of each other (though as to who was first is long debated) but at that their similarities end. Of the tales told of their meetings and battles it always came out the same, with Xander the of the evil kingdom Darkon being soundly defeated by the pure goodness that was Prince Jameson, and though he cared not for the stories the bards told of him Xander would not allow the Prince to claim the final victory.

Last he had heard the Prince, in the most audacious of moves, had declared he would rescue the Princess held in the tower of legend, a stone fortress guarded by all manner of beasts and sending all who dared approach to their deaths. Xander had done nothing to stop him, believing him a fool to risk his life for mere glory, but now…

Xander collapsed by his bed, hand clenching his brow in rage. Now the bastard’s legend would grow a hundred-times over while he was resigned to be just another chapter in the story of the Prince’s exploits.

No. Not this time, Xander vowed. He was going to hurt the prince, make him suffer like he had never suffered before. He had someone he loved now, this “princess”, and with that came a special kind of weakness.
 
The maids all sat around Princess Sophia, the ladies all a twitter as the laughed with the one that was soon to be their princess and eventually their queen. She had only been their in the castle for three days now but she was already loved by all those around her. For a girl that had been looked up in a tower for so very long, she was a delight to speak with and her bright smile was contagious among those around her.

"Oh it's simply tragic my lady," one of the maids started with a frown, "how you were locked up in that dreadful tower for so many years."

Sophia sighed as her hands brush over the fabric of her new dress. It was so wonderful to have new dresses once again and at last other people to talk with other then her own voice within her head, "Indeed, it was a trial. One my father did not think he was going to be putting me through when first he placed me in that tower. He thought he was doing right by me to make it so only the most determined of prince could reach me. Only he who passed the many obstacles was worthy for his daughter." She frowned in sadness a moment, thinking of her father. The man had once been a fine leader, driving a mad over the death of his wife, her mother. Rest the poor man's soul. Not long after she had been placed within the tower, his madness drove him to war and the kingdom fell, wiped completely from existence. Except of course for the princess within the tower. "I had no idea isolated all that time that my tale had become to well known. No idea that so many poor men lost their lives in attempting to save me." Sophia was usually a very humble girl, yet that kind of attention and the attention of everyone that now fussed over her had simple gone right to her head as she now sat in the castle of her prince.

She sighed as she rose, and crossed to the window, a smile on her face. "Thank heavens for Jameson. At last... my prince charming." She laughed and turned back to the maids, "And how very charming he truly is." The ladies all giggled like school aged girls while Sophia went on, "He is everything I imagined he would be. Tall, strong, and so very fair. A true prince. A prefect true love." Her sigh then was blissfully happy, her eyes all dreamy as she thought of him, "At last. I have my happy ended for soon I will be his bride. A perfect happy ending..."
 
"...a perfect happy ending indeed." Prince Jameson happily remarked to his sparring partner, Samuel. He had just spent the morning practicing his swordsmanship. Though he had spent several days combating monsters and other terrors in his quest to save his now bride-to-be he wasn't about to let himself get rusty. "I tell you, things couldn't be better."

Samuel, a gruff-looking man about the prince's age, smirked. "Aye, when I heard you were going out after that tower I thought you were crazy. Still do, but at least it's worked out for ye."

The prince laughed and slapped his friend in the shoulder, pulling him in closer. "You won't believe the number of women throwing themselves at me the night I returned. Sure as hell made up for not being able to try out the princess, what with the whole virgin bride the damn priests always go on about." He snorted. "Buggers ruin all the fun."

"Look at it this way," Samuel told him, "least you're going to have that fine shape of a woman all to yerself after you get hitched."

Jameson rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, until she pops out a few heirs and goes strait to pot. Ah, but their is always the castle serving girls. Speaking of..." he hushed his friend before they got to close to the room of Sophia, not stupid enough to talk of such things within earshot of her. No sense making things difficult before the wedding, not that his parents weren't taking care of that. The royal wedding was turning the castle upsidedown the King and Queen making a huge fuss over ever detail in honer of their only son. It was only proper for a wedding of such stature after all. Adjusting himself to be slightly more presentable after sparring, he knocked upon the door and opened it just enough to he heard. "May a humble prince have but a moment of his lady's time?"
 
All the maids burst into another fit of giggles as the prince made himself known. Sweet Sophia was blushing bright as she turned towards the door. She was quick to glance in the mirror and fix every hair to make sure it was in perfect place. Everything just had to keep on being perfect. A quick pat of her skirts and she finally turned towards the door and in her melodic voice, bid him to enter, "Of course my prince. Why you are welcome to two or even three moments should you wish it." After he entered the room, Sophia met him and presented her hand to him, letting him kiss it. It was the only intimacy he had been permitted with her to this point. She seemed to think it was the only proper way to go about it as still being unwed yet every time he kissed her hand, she blushed with thoughts of a wedding night soon to come. "And what does my prince wish of me in this moment?"
 
"Only to gaze upon the beauty that is his princess," he replied, keeping her hand in his own and laying his other upon it. "Yours has been a harrowing journey and wanted to ensure you are adjusting to your new home without troubles. I hope your maids are treating you as you deserve to be treated, my fair lady." He smiled at the group of female servants who giggled in response, though much more subdued as was proper.

"And as for those other moments you promised me, well," he added with a dashing smile, "I will be sure to claim those on our wedding night."
 
The blush only grew brighter still and the smiles of the maids grew. Sophia took their smiles for that usual school girl silliness she had come to know in them. She had no idea it was because many a maid knew of the prince's ways in the bedroom she was in for. The ones smiling biggest were the ones that knew they would continue to know it even after the wedding day had come and gone. Sophia pulled her hand from his and lightly bat him upon the arm, "Jameson! That is simply not the kind of thing to speak of in public." She did however think of it. Dreams of a tender night of true love to seal this happiness for herself. And then endless nights of love to follow. Poor thing. She had no idea the kind of prince that had found her was not that kind of prince at all.
 
He raised his hands in mock-sorrow. "Alas, forgive this poor soul my love. Your beauty brings out the man in me." He couldn't help but look over her figure whenever her eyes turned away from his. It was frustrating not being able to take the most beautiful women the in the castle when he wished it. He was going to have to grab a serving girl or two tonight, perhaps Giselle and Mary...

Shaking himself out of his momentary lapse of concentration he returned to applying his full charm. "Though I would love nothing more than to enjoy your company for hours to come I must be off. Their are so many things to take care of before the wedding, so many things demanding a prince's attention...." his thoughts returned to the serving girls as he bowed deeply. "Would you wish I would have us dine at breakfast tomorrow and perhaps take a walk through the castle gardens?"
 
"Breakfast and a walk would be define my prince!" she said with a bright happy smile. She had no idea as to the kind of thoughts going on within his head. No idea that while she slept this night dreaming of her future and happiness with Jameson, he would be spending the night lying between to willing women. Sophia dipped herself into a proper and deep curtsy before him, "Until the dawn then my prince. Sleep well tonight." Oh if only she knew how little sleep would be going on for her prince.

Once the prince was gone, she did not seem to notice how a few of the maids had slipped out with him. Enough were left to not leave her the wiser. "My lady, perhaps you would wish for a fine bath tonight? With sweet oils?"

Sophia smiled and gave a nod, "Oh yes that would be lovely. Thank you. You may prepare it for me."
 
It grew to be a starless night with so many clouds overhead, the sure sign of a coming storm. Her maids were dutiful in preparing her bath, ensuring the water was heated to the right temperature for a delicate young lady (while a few other ensured the prince was heated up nicely) and making sure her nightgown was laid out perfectly.

Miles away Xander watched the castle from hill, hidden just within the treeline of the forest. He had donned his black armor tonight, a sign of war if there was one, and carried his father's sword at his hip. Beside him stood a pitch-black steed, a creature whose very essence reeked of magic. It was its eyes that said the most, almost invisible against the its black coat but burning with a fierce intelligence. Xander stroked its neck, calming it as a man climbed up the hill. His wore a dirty coat underneath which one could just make out the uniform assigned to lesser servants of the castle. He stunk of filth and rat droppings, a man clearly used to dirty work.

Xander kept his eyys on the castle, watching the lights from its windows. Wordless he tossed a gold coin towards the man who stumbled forward in an attempt to catch it.

The filthy man lifted himself from the ground, smiling a crooked smile at Xander and wringing his hands over the gold piece. "She'll be in the tallest tower, overlookin' the castle gard'n.", he sneered. "Guest room, that is. Got 'erself a nice, large bath." He licked his cracked lips. "Hole in the wall, there 'is. Not a one of..."

The man's body collapsed to the ground, his head rolling down the hill followed by a trail of blood. Sheathing his blade Xander mounted his steed, his eyes locked on the tower in question. In his minds eye he could picture her wrapped in the loving embrace of the prince, their eyes sparking with adoration. He hoped the prince was their to see him take her if only to see the look of anguish on his face.
 
Sophia climbed out of the tub, looking like some kind of water nymph rising from a river. The water dripping down her body as she took a towel from a maid and started to dry herself off. Moving across the room, she met a maid half way to her bed that held place the night dress over her, letting the towel fall away. Her skin still damp made the thin fabric cling to her even more. "Shall I help I help you with your hair my lady?" One of the maids asked as she picked up a brush and waited eagerly. Sophia smiled and nodded as she moved toward her vanity, taking a seat as she waited, looking at her own reflection in the mirror while the maid went to work at brushing out. For a moment, Sophia let herself daydream of how special this would be if it was she and Jameson together right now. There would be just something of so sweet about him tenderly brushing out her hair for her before bed. He'd lean down and kiss her next in the process. So soft, sweet, and oh so romantic. She sighed blissfully as the maid started to braid her hair for bed.
 
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