Passion for a Prince
Prologue
By: Silent Moon
Mail: silentmoonstar@yahoo.com
Rated: PG 13 (some chapters may be R)
Disclaimer: standard
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~Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep~
Pale September
Fiona Apple
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Sere--formerly the Young Countess Serenity--came to the Elwinshire Castle with far more
kicking and screaming then Endymion could recall before her.
She was slight and pale, with wild blue eyes and soft gold hair--cursed with beauty.
The guards, with their King at the head, dragged her limbre frame through the dark
stone hallways to the Servants dwellings and dropped her on the cold kitchen floor.
"You will obey me now--unlike your father!" The Kings voice boomed.
Endymion peered around the corner to the soft glow of light that revealed them, in time
to see the young girl spit on her King with hatred.
He watched his Father's face as he reacted--cringing at the dark rage clouding his
features.
He quickly turned back to the hall he'd come from, wincing as he heard first
the slap of his hand across her face,
Then his words,
"You're a servant now--stripped of your title, your value
your freedom and your dignity. You will obey my command."
And then the sound of the whip across her back....
it was too much for him to bear.
He fled, covering his ears--ashamed at his
weakness, his fear....his sympathy....
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He kept watching her though, as the kitchen staff warmly accepted her, taught her the duties
expected of her and tried valiantly to hide her beauty behind rags and dirt--trying to
prevent the inevitable....
She acted cold and impartial. Performed her chores with heavy hatred and bitterness,
putting on a strong face.
She scrubbed all the ovens as punishment, and the floors till she was bruised and
blistered--her back still raw from whipping--her cheek still swollen from the strike.
But she refused the soft shoes the other servants offered her.
And the salve to sooth her aches and cuts.
And when the King returned to demand an apology, to hear her surrendor her will to him--she
stood strong and defiant refusing,
"You are no King..." She said coldly, "Murderer!"
Endymion watched then, as is cruel father--the King--beat the girl, striking her till she
simply collapsed, unconscious on the floor.
And never a tear was shed from her young face.....
The King stood over her fierce with rage. The other servants began to edge out of the
shadows with concern for her but he turned black eyes and soul on them,
"Leave her," He commanded, "None of you touch her!"
Then he was gone, as Endymion hid in the shadows.
He watched the servants approach her but then pull away.
Molly--a young kitchen girl who'd befriended her--got very close, then buried her
tear-stricken face in her apron and ran away.
Sere lay broken and bleeding...
Endymion watched from the shadows.
Endymion.....the youngest Prince. Tall and dark haired and handsome.
Soft spoken and gentle and kind--like his mother...the dead Queen Gaia.
Unlike his cruel tyrant of a father and his miserable older brother Prince Andrew who was
to succeed him, Endymion was good--though meek.
He was taunted by his brother, sneered at by his own for showing qualities
considered weak, wasteful--even girlish. Qualities like honesty, kindness, beauty
and sympathy.
"Poor Endymion," Friends and Members of the Kings Court were wont to say,
"He should have been born a woman!"
So Endymion kept to the shadows now. Spent all his time alone and silent. While his Father
continued his cruel reign and his brother prepared to rule the same.
But now, this night, standing watching this girl....this girl with such fire who now lay
broken on the floor, forbidden to be helped, he decided to exercise his power for the first
time in a long, long time.
For although servants might be forbidden to touch her, he was not. He was still the Prince.
And though his father might disprove, he had never forbidden Endymion from exercising his
power--had never punished his strange actions of the heart.
Perhaps because he wished Endymion to exercise his power more....perhaps because he was
once in love with his gentle Queen....it didn't matter now....
So Endymion stepped slowly from the shadows, crept silently across the floor and bent over
Sere. He checked her over gently and then cautiously gathered her into his arms and walked
out...his servants all staring after him.
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Prologue
By: Silent Moon
Mail: silentmoonstar@yahoo.com
Rated: PG 13 (some chapters may be R)
Disclaimer: standard
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep~
Pale September
Fiona Apple
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sere--formerly the Young Countess Serenity--came to the Elwinshire Castle with far more
kicking and screaming then Endymion could recall before her.
She was slight and pale, with wild blue eyes and soft gold hair--cursed with beauty.
The guards, with their King at the head, dragged her limbre frame through the dark
stone hallways to the Servants dwellings and dropped her on the cold kitchen floor.
"You will obey me now--unlike your father!" The Kings voice boomed.
Endymion peered around the corner to the soft glow of light that revealed them, in time
to see the young girl spit on her King with hatred.
He watched his Father's face as he reacted--cringing at the dark rage clouding his
features.
He quickly turned back to the hall he'd come from, wincing as he heard first
the slap of his hand across her face,
Then his words,
"You're a servant now--stripped of your title, your value
your freedom and your dignity. You will obey my command."
And then the sound of the whip across her back....
it was too much for him to bear.
He fled, covering his ears--ashamed at his
weakness, his fear....his sympathy....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He kept watching her though, as the kitchen staff warmly accepted her, taught her the duties
expected of her and tried valiantly to hide her beauty behind rags and dirt--trying to
prevent the inevitable....
She acted cold and impartial. Performed her chores with heavy hatred and bitterness,
putting on a strong face.
She scrubbed all the ovens as punishment, and the floors till she was bruised and
blistered--her back still raw from whipping--her cheek still swollen from the strike.
But she refused the soft shoes the other servants offered her.
And the salve to sooth her aches and cuts.
And when the King returned to demand an apology, to hear her surrendor her will to him--she
stood strong and defiant refusing,
"You are no King..." She said coldly, "Murderer!"
Endymion watched then, as is cruel father--the King--beat the girl, striking her till she
simply collapsed, unconscious on the floor.
And never a tear was shed from her young face.....
The King stood over her fierce with rage. The other servants began to edge out of the
shadows with concern for her but he turned black eyes and soul on them,
"Leave her," He commanded, "None of you touch her!"
Then he was gone, as Endymion hid in the shadows.
He watched the servants approach her but then pull away.
Molly--a young kitchen girl who'd befriended her--got very close, then buried her
tear-stricken face in her apron and ran away.
Sere lay broken and bleeding...
Endymion watched from the shadows.
Endymion.....the youngest Prince. Tall and dark haired and handsome.
Soft spoken and gentle and kind--like his mother...the dead Queen Gaia.
Unlike his cruel tyrant of a father and his miserable older brother Prince Andrew who was
to succeed him, Endymion was good--though meek.
He was taunted by his brother, sneered at by his own for showing qualities
considered weak, wasteful--even girlish. Qualities like honesty, kindness, beauty
and sympathy.
"Poor Endymion," Friends and Members of the Kings Court were wont to say,
"He should have been born a woman!"
So Endymion kept to the shadows now. Spent all his time alone and silent. While his Father
continued his cruel reign and his brother prepared to rule the same.
But now, this night, standing watching this girl....this girl with such fire who now lay
broken on the floor, forbidden to be helped, he decided to exercise his power for the first
time in a long, long time.
For although servants might be forbidden to touch her, he was not. He was still the Prince.
And though his father might disprove, he had never forbidden Endymion from exercising his
power--had never punished his strange actions of the heart.
Perhaps because he wished Endymion to exercise his power more....perhaps because he was
once in love with his gentle Queen....it didn't matter now....
So Endymion stepped slowly from the shadows, crept silently across the floor and bent over
Sere. He checked her over gently and then cautiously gathered her into his arms and walked
out...his servants all staring after him.
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