Disclaimer: don't own Pan's Labyrinth, but I do own this story.

Special mentions:

Queenofhearts: thanks dude for following my writing to this one and reading it. It always sucks starting a new story because no one has it on their alert yet. So thank you for taking the time. I too loved the faun when he walked on screen, I was all 'Well, that is different', and then spent the rest of the film staring at him whenever he came on, trying to decided if he was ugly or just a different sort of attractive. I think he shut Moanna down mainly due to shock, and it was a knee jerk reaction for him to protect himself by pushing her away. Men do that some times. As for the King, well he is a King. They order people to do things ware crowns and eat really good food. So in short, most kings are full of themselves, and fae kings are no exception.

Illegitimi: thank you so much for reading this. It's a new story, so the first chapter released is always daunting because you don't know how it will go down. And I am speaking in a different voice. I changed it to suit the fantasy feel better, so no swearing in this like my sci-fi. Even though I love to drop the F bomb in my writing you won't find it here. And who could not be taken by Pan, he had me amazed when he creaked his way on screen, with she spontaneous twitching here and there. And yeah, I will admit to having a thing for personalities that aren't quite human, they bring a flavor to romance that is far more tasty and complex. Much more interesting eating. And you rock more then me.

MyDyingDaysBlackRose: why hello. You may not know this, but I have a thing with my reviewers were I talk to them like they're real people. Yes, I know shocking. So thank you for your review. It was very much appreciated.

A week after the confrontation, Pan and the Princess still hadn't spoken to each other.

Pan retreated into woods and only came out when he was summoned. Moanna did a similar thing, spending most her time in her room, and refusing to speak to anyone. One time the two crossed paths in a hallway and neither acknowledged the other's presence, even if they both turned back, only just missing each other's gaze.

As this awkwardness continued the Princess was no longer attending her lessons. She was avoiding her education entirely, so that she could avoid her teacher in turn. It was only when the King realized the situation that he ordered his daughter to attend to her studies again, and that's where they were now.

Sitting in their small class room, as the sun shined brightly through the window. Casting the room in a merry yellow glow, when the occupants were anything but.

Moanna sat at her usual desk watching as Pan scribbled things onto the blackboard in his usual messy scrawl. He had been writing on the board when the princess had arrived, and he was still scrawling things with his back to her. She had yet to see his eyes once.

"So, we are pretending that nothing happened then?," she asked softly, knowing he would hear her with his Faun ears.

Pan's hand froze half way through screeching the chalk against the board. Only to resume his writing a second later, leaving her question unanswered.

"Is it because I am not a Faun? Is that why you don't want me?"

"Please turn to page one-hundred-and-thirty-five, and recite the poem to me," he spoke unfazed.

Moanna did none of that.

"I disgust you then, is that it? Can't bare the thought of tying yourself to me?"

The chalk snapped in his wooden hand.

"I should be asking you the same question, Princess. Do I not disgust you?"

Moanna didn't need to think on her response.

"I find you handsome. I always have."

"There you go again, Princess. Saying things that you can not possibly comprehend."

She was on her feet quickly, her chair clattering to the floor. Throwing her tome of a text book at the faun in a fit of rage. It struck him in the back of the head, slamming him into the blackboard. Smudging his writing, as chalk dust was thrown into the air. He snarled, righting himself as he turned to face her more animal then man.

"Princess!-," he growled.

"Moanna!," she screamed, cutting him off, " if you are going to insult me use my name, and say it like you mean it. Like you do when you come to me in my dreams at night. Where you have been visiting me since I turned of age. Say it for every time you have stared at me thinking I didn't noticed, too thick horned to see I was looking back. Say my name at least once before you break my heart!"

All the anger drained out of the faun at her impassioned words.

"Princess..." he entreated softly.

It didn't matter what tone he used, the fact that he didn't say her name said it all to her. She could feel tears prickling at the back of her eyes.

"Why do you not want me?," she asked in broken whisper.

Pan came to stand in front of her, hunching so they were at eye level.

"It is not a question of want, Princess."

He reached forward to brush her hair from her face, and she flinched away from him. Not wanting him to touch her after the harsh words he had spoken.

"Who could not want you? You are beautiful," he smiled weakly, "but it is not my place to marry you. When these nine months are up, you will either have a baby brother...or sister. If it is a sister we will not be allowed to marry, and if it is a brother you will have had time to realize your mistake and we will not be wed. Either way I lose."

Moanna opened her mouth to protest, only for his wooden fingers to be placed on her lips.

"Princesses do not marry Fauns." he spoke each word slowly, like they were a sentence all on their own.

She locked eyes with him, as a small ray of hope started to grow in her. Yes, he had said much to deter her, but he hadn't said the harsh words of rejection that she had been expecting.

"Would you have me if I wasn't a Princess?," she asked.

Everything in her depended on his answer. Every hope she had for the future, every dream.

The faun shook his head, ears twitching as his massive frame creaked with strain.

"But you are a princess, Moanna. There will never be a way that I could deserve you, or this love you say you have for me."

"I see." she said, watching as the faun slumped with apparent relief.

Inside herself Moanna smiled. There was hope here, she could feel it. She just had to make the thick horned male see it as well. A sense of determination like no other fell upon her then. With the grace that was bred into her, she stepped around Pan and made for the classroom door.

"Princess, where are you going? We still have a lesson to finish."

"I suddenly find myself with more important things to do. And we have already studied that poem," she watched as the Faun looked at the blackboard frowning, "you taught it to me on a day two years ago. I remember because that was also the day you told me I had beautiful hair, and that I should let it grow out."

She watched in amusement, as the Faun's eyes honed in on the long hair that now reached her hips, and knew she didn't have to point out the obvious.

"I'll see you next lesson, Pan," she said with a radiant smile, that had been missing for the past week.

She swept from the room in a bellow of skirts, leaving a stunned faun scratching at his horns. He had known her for several years. He also knew when she was planing something.

And the Princess was planing something.

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