I do not own Sailor Moon nor do I have any rights to it even though I wish I did.
She was a princess he was a cook. What happens when they meet and fall in love. Will her parents accept him or will their love be forbidden.
The room was dark except for the dim light from the now dying fire place across the room. "It's one in the morning and I'm hungry." She
thought to herself. "I think I'll go get something to eat from the kitchen hopefully no body is up." So she snuck down to the kitchen like
she had done so many other nights when she couldn't sleep and was hungry." I wonder what I'll eat tonight maybe some macaroni and
cheese yeah that sounds good. Why do they have to put the pots so high up. I swear this kitchen discriminates against short people.
"What are you doing your majesty?" said a deep voice from the darkest corner of the room. "Who's there?" spoke Serena in her most
brave sounding voice. " Darien the head chef." spoke the man. He came out from the shadows of the corner and she thought he was the
most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. He was about six feet tall and he had black hair and smoldering grey eyes that looked
like they held the secrets to the universe or at least to Serena's world and to her secret desires. He had broad shoulders and from what
she could tell a body that was kept very well in shape. "I'm trying to make myself some food."she said in a voice that sounded like an
angel singing to the man. He had never seen her before but he felt as if she was everything that he had been looking for, but he couldn't
think these things she was the heir to the throne and he was just a cook. He couldn't help but to stare at the beauty before him. She was
about five feet five inches tall and had these beautiful blue eyes that showed all her emotions and compassion she had for her people.
And her body was perfect her breast where perfect and she had a tiny waste with a very nice ass and long beautiful shapely legs that he
would love to have wrapped around him, but he shouldn't think such thoughts. She was the heir to the throne and would never think
about being with a mere cook. "What are you staring at?" she said. "Nothing your majesty. Please forgive me. Would you like for me to
make your meal for you?" he said trying to sound confident even though he felt as if he couldn't breathe. "No thank you, but you can
keep me company if you want." she said not wanting him to leave. "Of course i'll stay you majesty." he said as he walked from the
shadows to take a seat near where she would be attempting to make her meal. She made her meal and they sat and they spoke of
dreams, ambitions, fears, and hopes. They spoke of everything. They spoke until the sun came up to signal a new day. Then they parted
ways and she went to her room and he went to his to get ready for the day ahead. This routine happened for months with no ones
knowledge accept for the two people who had now become best friends.