I don't own HB or Prince Nuada, but I wish I did xD

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Serena Anne Alatariel Hawthorne, the very name itself contains the supremacy of a well recognized New Yorker, the kind of name that lets you in the VIP section of exclusive bars, A list parties, not just in New York, but around the world. And you don't have to be Serena to enjoy the privilege, proof that you're connected would be enough to get enlisted.

Oh the fine New York, with all the glitz and the glamor, the branded luxuries and the beautiful night lights, who would have thought that a place like that could very well be inhabited by such unworldly beings. Aside from occasional muggers and drunken by standers of course.

Serena's parents, Maurice Hawthorne and Clarise Regal were both of noble descent, coming down from respectable families. Maurice is a very successful businessman from Manhattan, taking care of a family business which was long established by his great grandfather. Clarise on the other hand, is the only daughter of the Duchess Camilla of Everloth, a very respectable figure in Europe and a native of Scotland.

All in all, you could say Serena won the genetic lottery, not only is she rich, but she is very beautiful as she is intelligent. Not a flaw you could say. Tall, tanned, rich, just some girl who happened to have a beautiful face. In this world, lots of people are beautiful, its all about finding the imperfection. As per Serena, they say she had a nose job, then again everyone else gets that. Humans are cruel

But there is more to Serena that lots may not know of. Aside from being the not so typical fashion-infused-party-goer-Europe-on-weekends-I-have-everything-I-want-in-life-so-fuck-off-kind of girl...

Erm, To put it in a way, it's safe to say that it wasn't just the luscious long blond hair that she happened to inherit from her mother, as her mother inherited it from her grandmother. She also came to inherit a bloodline, and along with that a strange insight so to say.

Sometimes she can see things, creatures unworldly that human beings cannot, her first encounter with a nymph was back when she was five in Scotland. She was a very beautiful child even back then that fairies and nymphs took fancy on her as a playmate, "Do not eat anything they ask you to, or else you shall be trapped in their realm forever" Camilla said, One of the many reasons why her grandmother thought it was best for her girls to stay with Maurice, of course with Clarise's consent, since she was not at all in favor of Camilla teaching her child how to defend herself from woodland creatures. Who knew danger would've chosen a more urban breeding ground. Of course her dear mama would tell her it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, too much of this, too much of that, a very imaginative child.

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"But I love you!" He yelled as he tried to race through the steps, a bottle of whiskey at hand.

"Leave me alone Russel!" Serena yelled back, walking as fast as she can, never looking back, a stray tear made its way down her cheek. It was Russel's birthday, her on and off date. Russel's father is a close contact of MAurice Hawthorne. Thus the unlikely, sometimes intimate encounters which always lead to arguments between Russel and Serena

"You will come back to me babe" He chuckled, dead drunk and wobbly. His pink face, distorted was framed by sweaty curly brown locks.

"You wish" she muttered under her breath, "You wish you bastard"

Earlier that evening, during the masquerade themed birthday bonanza, Russel, already half consumed with liquor tried to force Serena unto bed, something she would never ever do. She does not possess any feelings for him, the only reason why she put up with him for so long is because she wouldn't want her father's relationship with his father to be jeopardized, business is business. But what he did, how he tried to grab her and force himself into her, that'll draw the line. She heard how he tried to throw the bottle at her but failed, his friends had to go and get him inside, that mad man is hopeless.

"Serena, where are you going?" they called out, concerned friends of hers. She was too baffled to make any rational decisions, she was just too shocked with what had happened ,

"Guys" she called out, looking back, Russel was already taken inside, her friend Phoebe was running after her. "No, just stay, I just need some time to think"

"but it's dangerous!" Phoebe stopped as she pleaded, she is a petite young woman with rich brown hair wearing a deep ruby pixie fairy's dress, she could no longer keep up with Serena.

"Take my car" Lucas, another close friend hollered.

"No" she said, strengthening her voice, "I'll be fine, I just need some air and coffee, what can happen?!" she continued walking, trying to sooth her shaky voice. Clutching her purse and her wrap close to her chest

Phoebe was about to go after her again when Lucas held her shoulder, "She will call us if she needs help" he said sternly, and with that they went off inside to make sure Russel is done for

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She didn't really know where she's headed, nor did she even care, she was just too angry to allow something like that to happen, how dare he.

her mind was too scattered to think, she just walked and walked and walked to God knows where... Until finally she got tired, she started to feel the cramp on her leg. She looked down and only when she saw her shoes then she realized what she was wearing. She wore a short champagne colored cocktail dress with the skirt all ballooned up, much to her dismay. It was detailed in gold embroidery and rhinestones, she matched it up with gold accessories and alas atop her head is an elven inspired circlet, it was gold emblazoned in elegant swirls forming flowers, if not leaves on the end, a moonstone rests on the forehead. A lovely piece from her grandmother.

Surely an outfit that would yell ROB ME.

Realizing her fault, she looked around and at this time at night, all she was able to make up is darkness. She heard drunk men laughing, drawing near. Her heart started beating fast, she'd had enough drunks for tonight. She looked and good heavens on the far end of a passage she saw a bright fluorescent light, someone was there, like an old woman.

Not wanting to make her presence known to the men who were drawing near, she tiptoed her way towards the old woman, she followed her through the passage and was surprised to see the old woman stopping behind what seemed to be a door, only it looked more like a vault. She hid behind the wall when she sensed the old woman checking either side of her back, must be some secret vault she thought. At that same time, Serena looked back to see if the drunk men were still there,not a single sound. When she looked back to see the old woman, she was gone.

This puzzled Serena, how was she able to enter? She drew closer to the door and examined it, touching its exteriors. It gave out a knacking sound which took her by surprise, and then the door magically unlocked itself for her.

"Curioser and Curioser" she muttered, a certain curiosity that is very natural of her, mostly it got her in trouble. Of course even though her sight is not enriched, these particularly weird things are not new to her. And so the door opened and revealed itself to be..what it seemed like a market place for all the weird and certainly wonderful creatures. Trolls of all sizes, should she enter? She rambled through her purse and immediately felt for her mask, she wore it for safety reasons, a cream colored mask with luxurious golden details. She wore her long thick wrap over her bare shoulders, creating a hood over her head.

She entered the Troll market, "weird..Granma would love to see these.." this was what she needed, a break from reality, an adventure, a place where no one can see her, where no one knows her. Excitement and fear welled inside her, most specially when she noticed they sell jewelry along the bazaar. A place of trolls and mythical creatures, who could've known such things existed in New York, "My New York" she whispered. She walked through the path, eyes wild with excitement with all the fanciful things she's seeing, she stopped by a small shop with red colored walls and wide opened windows where fine cloths were sold hanging by the window sill. She felt the texture and it was rich, a cloth fit for royalty as she studied the details in colorful shiny threads. "Made of Nypmhs hair! Would looked good on ya lassy!" an elderly troll by the window said, She was dirty pink, with saggy skin and wild graying hair.

She finally put the whole Russel thing to rest, with Phoebe and Lucas that man is done for.

"How bout these?" she bent over the small table right in front of the window, examining the fine jewelry, it reminded her of all the stuff her grandmother gave her, small things in swirly elegant details. She caught eye of a ring with its band made of flowers and swirls, right in a middle is a pink crystal. "you looking for a mate, gives you luck on love!" the seller said

She giggled, "do you accept credit cards?"

"Oh dearie" the pink troll squealed, recognizing the moonstone on her forehead, "My lady, please take what your heart desires, tis my gift, these humble things are"

Serena smiled in disbelief, "really?"

"certainly my Lady" the pink troll bowed.

"I am quite cold" Serena said, eying on one of the blue clothes with fine silver details, "Can I?" she asked politely admiring the cloth, thinking it would make one hell of a gown.

"Please.." The troll replied, "And do take this, a gift from me, tis not everyday a royalty comes to my abode" and so the troll took a small glass bottle from the table inside, she went out and handed it to her. "those are fated rings" the troll whispered, "Very rare, and not for sale"

"You don't want payment for these?" Serena hesitated, for whatever it costs, she's sure she can pay for it

"No need, my lady, having you here is enough for an old troll like me" the troll laughed.

"Thank you", Serena bent down and held the troll's hand, "I'll never forget your kindness"

"Be safe!" the pink old troll bid her farewell as the beautiful blond walked passed the shadows, taking off her wrap and using the blue cloth instead to wrap her body. She again, full of excitement ventured out in this strange strange place.

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But perhaps she must have been mistaken when she dropped her shawl on the stone ground floor by the corner, her scent was different and it was everywhere. A small two headed being, two of them, making strange noises took the shawl from underneath and carried it up stairs, into a passage, then down down, down the stairs and right ... and there he was. The Prince Nuada sitting in his den, his sanctuary, alone in his solitude. Cleansing his spear off with a damp cloth.

The small creatures, clumsy as they are, making weird noises bent down in worship in front of the prince. "What is this?" He asked, he took the shawl from the creatures, placed it over his nose and started discreetly identifying the strange sweet scent it possesses.

Up there! The creature squealed, A woman, a princess! the other argued, Nay stupid, its a woman.

Prince Nuada has much patience for these little things,

A beauty! The two chorused, Wearing the seal on her forehead!, been the talk of the town!

He bent his head down again, his pale blond locks falling off his neatly garbed torso, another discreet sniff. "Find out, more" he ordered, his voice ever so gentle, an order yet it sounded much like a request. And so the two creatures bowed then hastily crammed out of his sight.

He stared at the fabric for a while, and instantly he saw a hazed memory. A party, laughter, alcohol, screams, darkness, and the troll market. The scent, it was both sweet and luscious, rich and captivating, almost like a drug to him. He closed his eyes as he placed the fabric closer to his face, taking in that scent which he knew, must be human, recognizing a perfume, lots in Manhattan, but there was something more, a natural fragrance

Should he be quarried by his hate for the humans? He'd never dare stick his nose to a humans scent, he's already much informed that they are foul stenched beings who's heart is wallowed by greed and vex.

But regardless, his self restrains should be treated once in a while. Now why was there a human in the troll market.. and how? most importantly what brought about his concern is how in hell would a human be able to possess a seal?

He was very much confused.

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Serena started feeling a little dizzy, ever since she stepped foot in the troll market she noticed the atmosphere was rather heavy, she's been in there amidst the strange environment and the crowd of trolls for quite a while, and she would have never known her human lungs would be too weak to endure the smug and humid environment down there. Aside from that, she never really had the knack for directions, all she was trying to do is find the exit, but she ended up in circles instead.

Hard of breathing, sweat forming on her forehead, troubled hearing, impaired vision, everything was becoming a slur. Her head started feeling really heavy, eyelids closing voluntarily. She parted her lips for air, but the heat, and that stench, it was too much. She gasped as if chasing her own breath as she placed her hand on the stone wall for support, her last thought would be to grab her mobile phone inside her purse and call for help, but it was too late.

With that one last thought in mind, her body, too weak, finally met its limit. She drifted off to unconsciousness but right before her body hit the floor, someone caught her from behind, took her from the waist and effortlessly carried her as if she was some bride. She caught glimpse of the strong hands which bears her, a man with pale skin and delicately long blond hair.

She thought he looked just like a prince, a prince coming to her rescue, just how her grandma used to tell her, so with a relieved heart, she closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, the sense of security warming her.

Prince Nuada somehow felt his heart skipping a beat.

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English is my second language, thought FF-ing would also help me harness my skills, so my deep apologies for words I might have misused, abused or inflicted damage upon xD

I noticed we don't have a lot of Nuada fics up in here :( it's so sad. Write people write!

I know Serena sounds like Serena from GG, we love her in GG but she is someone we'd totally hate in HB lol. Give her a chance, you might like her in the few chapters, let's just say Prince Nuada met his human match, like dealing with his own self.

R&R will much be appreciate, I'm just a tiny kitten please don't step on me.. that much xD