A/N: This is my first fic for "Wicked Lovely". Hopefully, my characterization is alright. Just a short Donia/Keenan oneshot. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked Lovely or any of the characters.
Fading
Determined was the only way to describe him. He had never put this much work into seducing a girl before. In the fifty years she had been the Winter Girl, she had watched him move from girl to girl, propositioning true love out of each foolish little one who fell for him until it was time for their test.
She never failed to play her part. She would try her best to get them to back out of the test, to become one of his Summer Girls instead. Usually, she was good at her job. More than twice the amount of girls who attempted to take up the staff became his worshipers. Never before was she afraid that one of the petty girls he claimed he was dreaming of would actually be the one- the Queen of Summer. That is, not until Aislinn came into the picture.
The girl with the raven hair and the controlled emotions pushed the Summer King away at every turn, yet somewhere deep down, she could see the hidden lust. If it weren't enough that this one wasn't as fiery as the sunset, Beira had certainly gone out of her way to make sure that she didn't let Aislinn take the test. She had been told to cheat and lie- which were both clearly against the rules of the long played game. Did Beira know something that she didn't?
Persuasion was her part of the game, seduction was his. And as Donia watched Keenan's attempts at romantic wooing, her icy heart constricted more and more with each passing day. Aislinn was the one, and Donia knew it. Soon enough, she would be free from the chill. That is, if she didn't fade out like a shade because of a broken heart first.