A/N: Yeah, yeah. Yadda yadda yadda--I'm a horrible person...Blah blah blah--you all hate me for this. Ok, now that we're past that, I can get to the good stuff!

This concept I borrowed from a very dear friend of mine, Rogue Pryde. A commercial for my next fic--which I won't start unless you, the readers, give me a GO for it. I really like a concept, it'll be full of romance and action and drama and comedy, all wrapped up in a nice fantasy bow! SO please, Please, PLEASE tell me what you think, ok?

The Trailer

For centuries, a devastating war has raged between two races...

War has been a way of life for us for as long as anyone can remember. Who started it, why it began, has never been fully clear. That information was lost long ago. All we know is that we hate them and they hate us. They have killed our family, and we have killed theirs. Vengeance is what keeps us going. Not tradition. Not history. Not even the future.

I took to venturing out on the battlefield when I was fifteen, to walk among the dead and comfort the dying.

The people call me the Mercy Queen, a vision of promise that led dying soldiers safely into the afterlife. I wish they wouldn't glorify me so. I'm just one girl. One princess.

I walked among them so that I could know it was real. I had spent most of my life in my mother's hall, walking the safe corridors and playing in the chambers. Nothing evil touched the golden halls of the Queen of Fey. It was too safely hidden in the depths of our forest. Too protected by the Fey army. All of the people would sacrifice themselves to save the hall, to save the Queen of the Fey. Their loyalty is absolute.

What Queen could I be if mine was not the same?

I was not the only one who was touched by tragedy. I was not the only one who had lost those who were precious, those never to be replaced. I was not the only one who grieved. I would not hide away in the hall any longer. I would not pretend that the life of the Fey was as glorious and unfettered as the way it had been portrayed in stories and songs. The way that humans thought we were.

They called us Faeries. Small, winged creatures that were born in flowers and played tricks. But that are only the tiny Fey, the stupid Fey. They are the ones with no power of their own, who steal it from the forest and use it for their amusement. They are the wild Fey not bound to our kingdom or our laws.

They aren't welcome in our halls.

I am not one of those stupid Fey. But I wish that I were right now, so that I can escape my fate thanks to ignorance and a short attention span.

Two young leaders make a sacrifice in order to end the age-old carnage...

"You don't have to do this Kagome."

In that moment, I hated my mother.

I knew I didn't have to do it. I had known it since I had agreed to this in the first place. I had known it since before I even began thinking about accepting the offer. I didn't have to do it. No one ever said I did. But this wasn't just about me, and what I wanted. This was about my people, my responsibilities as their princess.

I, the Crowned Princess of the Fey, would marry the Dark Prince of the Daemon.

Father had suggested it because he wanted, more than anyone else, to end the fighting between us. He had lost both of his wives to the war. Then it claimed him three years ago. My half-brother became the king, to rein only for a season before death took him as well. Or rather, the arrow of a Fey took him.

Now I am alone, the only living son to the house of the Daemon. The Dark Prince Inuyasha. The people look to me for hope, for guidance and protection. I did the only thing I could. I offered peace to the Fey, to my enemy. I offered myself to the princess of the Fey, and she had accepted. Now I prepare for my wedding as if it were my funeral.

War may have ended, but that doesn't ensure Peace...

"I am not some scatter-brained Faerie," I declared, pulling myself up striaght and glaring at him with all the indignant anger that bubbled to the surface.

"And I am not some blood-sucking monster," he retorted, glaring at me right back.

"I would have thought princes had better manners," I snapped.

"And here I thought women were to be seen and not heard!"

"How can you do this?" she cried at me. I stalked from the room, but she was at my heels in a second, taking two steps for my one. She was persistent, I would give her that much, but my word was absolute as the King of all Daemon.

"They were stealing, so they forfeit the price," I said casually.

"But they're children," she emphasized, as if that would make a difference. "You can't cut off their hands!"

"It's the penalty for thievery in my hall," I told her, turning to face her now. "This is not the golden hall of Fey. This is my hall. These walls have been seeped in blood for centuries. These laws have been in place for centuries. Who am I to change them?"

"Forgive me," she said in contempt. "I thought you were the king." I scowled, felt my blood boil. "Have you know heart?!"

I snapped then, struck cold by words I, myself, had uttered to my father years before. When I was still an idealistic child and thought that the laws were barbaric. It was before I had been to war. Before I had killed with my own hands. It was before I had seen men ripped apart when they had been protecting me. She threw in my face what I had once been, naive and good-hearted. Why did she keep trying to see good in me?

Perhaps that's why I didn't realize what I was doing until after my hand had already connected with the side of her face.

But wounds from war can be erased with time...

I was aware that my heart was beating faster as he stepped closer to me. I didn't know if it was from fear or excitement. I don't know which is worse.

I was aware that we were alone in the dark chamber, and that Sango was too far away to hear me scream, should I feel the need to do so. I took a few steps back, feeling the cold stone wall with my hands, pressing myself to it as flat as I could, but he was there before I could think of a better plan. He was taller, stronger...I could never overpower him.

Did I even want to try?

His eyes were the only thing about him that I could see in the darkness. Gold and dangerous.

My breath caught in my throat and I jumped slightly when I felt his hand touch my arm. It was confusing and frightening. I was hot and cold at once. Most of all, I was afraid.

Something registered on his face then, and I saw the hurt that briefly flickered in his eyes before he stepped away. "I told you once Kagome," he said quietly. "You never have to fear me."

He left me there in a whirlwind of confusion. Through it all, I realized one important thing. I was no longer afraid of my husband. I was afraid of what I felt for him.

And what was broken can be made whole...

The princess had moved from my side, moving further into the hall that would be our new home. The other Fey in our party crowded nervously around her, drawing strength from her confident form.

I stayed behind to look around more. I needed to remember the lay-out of the hall, in order to protect my princess more fully. My sword was loose and ready, in case any rash Daemon made a foolish attempt. But even so, I felt no danger around us. This place was as warm and inviting as it had been when I had traveled here in the past.

"You seem to be lost," a silken voice said from my left. I turned confidently...

...I had anticipated some advances from the Daemon staff. Servants of both halls seemed to forget about the years of hatred in the face of a good night's bedding. When I had last been in the Daemon hall, I had been approached much in the like. No interest stayed long, once they realized what I was.

"No," I responded coolly. "I'm just learning the hall, to better service my princess."

"Perhaps I can help?" he offered. I knew what else was implied, but I didn't rise to the bait.

"No," I said, easing off my cloak and shaking out my hair. I saw his eyes focus on my back, and go wide. I knew that he saw what was there, or rather, what wasn't there. No wings. Not a real Fey. I walked moved toward the corridor to catch up with Kagome. "Not so quick to the bed now that you know I'm half human," I said easily as I passed him.

Even in our darkest moment...

"What do you want with me?" I asked, staring at my captor with all the hatred in my heart.

My hands were bound behind me to the chair and my feet were tied at the ankles. Had my wings been free, I could have easily lifted myself, but he had been calculating enough to cover them with a heavy blanket. I was trapped, and no one knew I was here.

"Simple, my Queen," he said in an oily voice. "I want you to help me gain the throne."

"Impossible," I laughed. Inside I was starting to get scared. "As long as the King is alive, you can't have the throne."

"That's a situation we'll just have to remedy then."

My blood ran cold. "You want me to help you kill my husband?"

"You can't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind," he said in a small, nagging voice that bit into me. "You can't say you haven't wished him dead before. A pretty Fey like you, forced to marry a Daemon. To live in a dark mountain hall, away from your forest for weeks."

"I wasn't forced," I said acidly. "I made my own choice."

"But it was for Peace, to end a senseless war. It wasn't for your heart. Everyone knows that a Fey only marries for love. What you did was unprecedented by your people."

"It was my choice," I said firmly. I would never regret it again.

"Tell me, my pretty Queen, as your husband even touched you yet?"

"That is something that concerns only myself and my husband!" I growled, face burning.

"Oh, but you're wrong," he laughed. "You have been married for nearly a year. And since no child has come yet..."

Realization dawned on me, helplessly. "Inuyasha will lose the throne..."

"In three days," he laughed again.

Hope will endure as long as they remain...

We sat on the shore of the Black Lake together. She sat on the border of the Fey lands and I sat on the border to the Daemon realm. There was barely an inch between us. But it was that inch that divided us not only physically, but also on every other level.

Daemon and Fey. So close together, but so far apart.

I looked over at her.

She sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her face turned up to the wind, and I recalled the last time I had really looked at her. It had been different then. I looked at her from on high. The way a prince looks at something beneath him.

She was a Fey then. An enemy. Just a woman. But now I saw her as something else. I wasn't looking at her like a prince. I was a man looking at his wife, and it made me realize that there was no difference between us anymore.

Fey and Daemon. We are the same, just separated by a wall of reserve and anger. Too long divided by war and hatred. It made me wonder, could our people ever really be united?

She turned to look at me, and smiled slightly.

Could we ever be united?

Selfless...

One a creature of Fey, one a creature of Daemon. Enemies before birth. They married for the sake of Peace between their peoples. But Peace is illusive between two people who remain divided by the very views they hoped to change.

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