AN: Okay, Whoot! I'm in love with this story, you guys should be too.

Dedicated: I must say, there is this one amazing girl who has read and reviewed every single one of my Ami/Zoi fan fictions and I look forward to reading her input every time a new chapter is up. She's just as supportive as the friends I have in real life (I thank Allie, btw for being my mini beta reader) and I don't even personally know her! This Chapter is dedicated to FilmMaker. Thank you so much!

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Chapter Two: The hidden Letter of Adornment.

Darkness began to swallow the room whole, casting demonic shadows beckoning her to enter inside.

Chaos. The single word that seemed to best describe the havoc occurring in the room below her. Glaring in the Victorian mirror for the second time this evening her eyes scanned over her body, stopping once she spotted the sapphire gem. Clamping her fingers around the pendant that adorn her neck, she yanked it off and cast it down onto the floor. All with a scowl upon her features. As if the material of the stone we're made of fire itself burning her skin to the touch. She glared at the pendant a little longer before opening her mouth to collect air, ready to project her loud voice throughout the castle. She was about to order her servant to bring her clothes to retire in when she remembered the mess her brother caused in the dinning hall.

"Jadeite. Jadeite. Jadeite." She mused shamefully. Repeating the name over and over again as if she were scolding a stubborn child. That's exactly what he was, just an over grown young boy with no sense of right or wrong.

Walking over to her large exquisite bed she noticed a letter made of thick parchment placed neatly on top of it. In legible classy letters her name; Ami, was etched across in black ink.

Cautiously, her fingers inched towards the paper, like it was a trap ready to set course at any second. Once Ami was millimeters away she snatched the letter in her grasp and unfolded it;

My Dangerous Ice Princess,

You're eyes shine like a pool of darkness. You're glare is used as a weapon against you're enemies, chilling them to the bone. Many a men have tried to conquer your body, mind and soul but have failed miserably. I, you're sweet love, shall succeed in that task were others have failed. I will melt that heart of ice and expose it for what it truly is. I saw this most gorgeous girl at dinner, she couldn't possibly be you, for the worried and almost frightened look on her face just as she stared into her wine was something the Lady Ami that I know would never do. Allowing her true emotions to show. I'm not falling for your fake mask like the others. You won't fool me, my love. I know the games you play, and without being egotistical, I play much harder.

Don't worry, you're secret is safe about me, lets just say you aren't the only one who knows about the true death of your queen.

For now until we meet again,

Z

She growled at the letter, just another meaningless love note from the many obsessed nobles. What made this one unique from the rest wasn't that he was so confident of himself he used, "I" so repeating in the letter, but he almost made it a threat for love.

An almost untraceable smile appeared on her lips, daring. She admired that. Placing the letter back down, she noted that their was one more item on the bed, a single black rose.

Tracing her fingertips across the dried out petals she gasped, things possessed an even greater beauty when dead. She wasn't the type of girl that feared death, she truly worshipped it. Her views were far from the demonic devil following death obsessive populace, but we're very similar to the murderous ones. In some cases she could even be considered one.

Whisking the note up again she crunched it between her hands, scarring the paper with multiple lines and wrinkles, denting the delicate ink and then harshly throwing it down onto the ground.

"L-L-Lady A-A-Ami?" a servant stuttered in fright.

Ami smirked, taking in the over powering sense of fear that she lived to spread, turning around she had a dark glare presented on her face.

"EXCUSE YOU!" She roared, "DID YOU KNOCK!? DON'T ENTER MY CHAMBERS UNTIL YOU LEARN TO KNOCK AND ASK PERMISSION YOU WORTHLESS SLAVE!" her words, sharp daggers pinning at the little courage the servant possessed.

The poor girl was practically jelly in her shoes, "Y-Y-Y-Yo-You-Your B-bro" she began shivering, not able to finish her sentace with enough speed that the Lady wished for her to.

She put her hand up against her forehead and rubber her temple in annoyance, "Just come out with it! Before I have you decapitated!"

"Your brother demands your presence in the main hall. With a packed luggage." she spilled out so quickly, she almost couldn't comprehend what the servant was saying.

With a small nod Ami answered in a softer tone, "I need you to pack my belongings and have it prepared for me. I shall go see what Jadeite demands."

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The Main Hall was the warmest room in the house. Blood red Persian rugs covered most of the floors and a roaring fireplace ate up most of the coldness in the room. Priceless animal heads hung from the cold stone walls. A Cherry Wood table held various bottles of liquors, some emptied of their treasures while the rest full.

"You called for me?" she asked without a hint of the icy tone once present before, her black hair framed her face innocently. For a second, just as the fireplace flames danced on them, it shown a midnight blue reflection.

"You're moving into Lord Darien's Castle. We're arranging for you to take the new hand of the thrown along his side." he informed her, taking a long sip of the white wine in his hand. He announced the news like it was the weather, with no significant emotion.

A look of utter shock washed over Ami's face as the innocent act was now dropped and replaced with her true forceful self, "That's just plain foolish! Preposterous! What shall the entire kingdom think of myself moving into the palace the very night that the Queen dies!"

"We've already consulted this. You're life their will remain in hiding until a considerate amount of time, when you two can have a proper wedding." his back was arched over slightly in the grand chair, his strong arms resting on his knees as he stared at the now empty goblet. The second a servant comprehended that his glass should always remain full, he poured his lord another drink.

Ami was found at lost with words and turned towards the King for support, "And you have agreed to this? How!?" he voice was rising and she was ready to throw a temper tantrum if needed.

Wise crystal eyes shown back at her, "You're a strong stubborn intelligent woman. The throne needs you now that I won't be fully capable grieving over the loss of my wife."

"Hog wash!" she growled slamming her foot down onto the floor, "You stupid man! Don't you have a mind of your own? Let my brothers false images of darkness dance in your head for too long, have you?"

She was mocking her king with a verbal slap in the face.

"Thhatts' enough. Ami, s-silleennnce!" her brothers voice was slurred as his servant poured more of the toxic liquid into his forever empty glass.

"You're drunk! QUIET!" she roared and then turned to the king who was laying in pity and informality on the rich couch. His hand too held a glass of the toxic substance, "You're taking advice for a power thirsty drunk!"

"SIL-SILENCE! Girl, do as I demand of you!" he yelled. Darien just sat looking down at his goblet, his eyes getting glossy.

"You're both unstable!" she stormed, "Stop your blabbering and I bid you goodnight!"

Placing the trim of her dress in between her fingertips and elevating it off the floor she tugged on the tall doors trying to open them.

"Take one step and you'll regrets' it." he warned in a deep tone.

Ami challenged him as she continued to force the passageway open, ignoring his protest.

In seconds, he appeared at her side. Twin forceful hands blocking the door from completing its mission of allowing her through.

She surrendered her useless effort and turned to meet his glare head on. Fire and Ice, both in a battle head on, their forms taking place of the feuding siblings once again.

"You're going to rearrange yourself into the palace. You're going to be a well behaved lady and extinguish you're temper. Finally, you're going to have to learn respect for the men that will always be higher than you!"

Her orbs darken as her glare penetrated through his face, lifting her head up she positioned her mouth right under his left ear, her lips forming words of a threat, "Make me."

Instantly, a fist of fire took control of the Ice Princess' face, using all the power withheld in him to wave his backhand across her cheek. The force drove her neck to the side as the sting of a thousand needles flooded her face. Slowly her cold hands traced over the red bruise, a remembrance that she would hold months from now. Turning her body away from Jadeite's form she refused to let him have the winnings of seeing pain expressed in her eyes.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you." his voice was quiet now, but still filled with the same dangerous venom as before, if not more.

Never in his entire lifetime of the two siblings living together has he slapped her or physically harm his younger sister to the extent of causing her deep pain. It shocked the both of him, but fed him with an unexplained power to take charge.

Taking a hold of her chin in his hands he demanded her eyes to be looking at him, "You're accepting King Darien's offering?" he said.

Ami felt humiliated as her face grew warm, her only family member pinned against her. She predicted this event was going to happen for so long, why was it so painful now?

"Yes, Lord Jadeite." she said proudly, without faltering with any hesitation. If she would have to surrender, she was going down with what dignity was left in her.

"You're belongings are already in the carriage awaiting you're arrivals. Now, goodbye sister. I no longer wish to see yourself in my presence anymore. I have matters to discuss with Darien before he joins you."

She ignored the fire in his words and looked down at the floor. Let them bask in their glory now, she'd just have to end the reign of King Darien, forever. He'd be joining his past queen sooner than he expected.