Summary- In the Kingdom of Benbourgh there is a prince names Lance and a slave named Jayne who have a forbidden love. Everything and everyone, but fate, tries to keep them apart. Love conquers their hearts, but will it be able to conquer everything else?

A/N- I wasn't planning on making another story but this idea just came into my head and had to start writing it.

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She is beauty. He thought as he watched her clean broken glass from the ground. He had an idea that his little sister was the reason the glass was on the ground in the first place. She rose after picking up the glass and let out a tiny gasp as a piece slit across her thumb. He stopped his watching and rushed over to her.

He took her hand in his and inspected the cut, "It's nothing." She said. But he wrapped a handkerchief around it anyways and kissed the finger lightly, bringing a small smile to her face. He brushed her dark corkscrew curls behind her thin shoulders, losing himself in her gold eyes. The slave, Jayne, called to him in a way no other did.

He kissed her gently on the lips, as he does whenever there is no one around. "Jayne…" he whispered to her, "Not being with you is killing me."

She looked up at him and brushed her hand across his cheek, "I know the feeling." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again, this time more passionately as he pulled her tightly to him, pressing her small body against his large, muscular one. She gently pushed him back as she felt the need grow in between his legs, against her stomach.

"We cannot…"

He broke off her words with his fingers on her lips, "I know." He kissed her again more gently. "Meet me tonight by the lake, love. You know the spot."

She did indeed know the spot, for she had been there many times before with him. She nodded in agreement and they parted ways, on to their very different lives in the same castle.

000

Jayne-

I served the royals their supper as I always do, and as always they never noticed the brief touches on the hand that, Lance gave as I poured him wine. They did not notice him brush his hand across my thigh as I placed his plate in front of him and they did not notice the note I slipped into his shirt pocket. Every single night, they didn't notice any of this.

I wonder frequently if Queen Bethany knew what was happening between us. There have been occasions where Lance and I eyes would meet across the courtyard or the dining room and after I'd pull away from his gaze, I'd notice her watching us, her brow creased slightly in thought, and a repressed smirk on her face. If she did know of our love, she never said anything, nor did she try to keep us separated.

Maybe it was because I was one of the Queen's favored slaves. My mother, who was her slave even before I was born, had become a dear friend to the Queen. I was raised in the castle along with my younger sister, though, I wasn't put to work until I was of year nine in my life and my mother had passed away. Even though her friend is gone, the Queen still treats me well, for I am her friend's daughter, and since a year ago, her only living daughter. I maybe a slave, but compared to many of them, my life was far better off.

Even though things were nice in the castle and I was treated well, I knew that the relationship between Lance and I was forbidden. I knew that King Cole, would never allow his son to be wed to someone of my class. It was fine to bed me, but nothing beyond that. If his father found out I would have a lot to account for and my punishment would be harsh. The King was a cold man, who believed everyone should stay in his or her station and I was the lowest there was: a woman slave.

I met Lance out by the lake once my chores were finished. There was a place behind the thin waterfall that fell into the lake that was slightly indented and could hide two bodies perfectly. No one else knew of our place and we could speak our love of each other without worry of being caught.

I sat down next to him in our sanctuary and not half a heartbeat later he pulled me to him, kissing me hard on the mouth. I brought my hands up to grasp his short blonde hair from behind, kissing him with just as much fever as he brought. His tall and muscular body pushed against mine as he gently leaned my body to the ground. He pulled apart and looked into my eyes, his striking blue eyes halted my breath for a few long moments. Then he leaned down and kissed the skin right above my breast that was exposed by my dress and I let out a long sigh of contentment.

He raised his head so he can look into my eyes again, asking for permission. I nodded my head and he gave me a small smile, "I love you Jayne," he whispered as he ran his hand underneath my skirt and up my thigh. My breath caught in my throat and I trembled slightly in my excitement. He smiled at this and continued to move up my thigh until he reached as high as he could, so than he moved it slightly over to the place never touched before.

I gasped, hardly able to contain myself, "Lance…" I said in a raspy voice, as he began to strip me until I was completely bare. He kissed my breasts softly, than my stomach, and finally between my legs. I couldn't take much more and he seemed to realize this. He striped himself and the sight amazed me, for I was never exposed to such things before. He laid his body over mine and brushed my dark curly hair behind my ears. I trembled underneath him, in excitement, not fear.

"Everything will be all right." He whispered him my ear and then bit it lightly, making me jump slightly in ecstasy. He smiled against my lips and kissed me again, as he began to push himself inside of me.

000

Lance-

All the next day I thought of her tan, naked body. The way it felt to be with her. No woman had ever made me feel that way. No woman had ever brought out that amount of intimacy. I hadn't even known I was capable of feeling such a connection.

I was a strong man. I have fought in battle, and I have the strength to kill a man with my bare hands. I've always managed to keep my emotions in check until now. But she makes me weak. She makes me tremble, and she makes me soft. To no other am I as caring as I am with her. I am known to be heartless, as my father is. It comes with the job as strong rulers. But Jayne changes that trait. She changes me with just one look at her.

I have known Jayne nearly all my life. We were playmates sometimes as small children, but not close friends. I was four years her elder, a boy, and a royal. I had barely noticed her once I become close to the age of twelve and our play times were disrupted completely by my need to be a man, my need to learn to fight and kill and defend my country. By the age of sixteen, I fought in wars and I bedded women. Jayne was officially a slave at this time, and was invisible to me as ever, still only a child. It all changed after I came back from a battle, a few years later. She was fifteen years old now and looked like a woman. She was serving wine for the soldiers and I caught her golden eyes and was lost in her. It was then that I knew she was the one for me. Now three moons after that moment, she has given herself to me completely.

My father has not yet decided when he would like to give the throne to me, but I prayed it would be soon. Once I become king I could marry who I wished, and even though no royalty has ever married a slave before, I would marry Jayne. I would make her my queen. I was prepared to do anything to have her for the rest of my life.

A/N-What do you think? Should I go on with this story, or no? As always, review and put a smile on my face All ideas are welcome.