1. Bite

"Sofia! What's that?" The princess lifted her head up, her teeth still working a piece of tender pheasant to shreds, when she heard her mother's concerned question. Queen Miranda stretched a gentle hand out to raise her daughter's chin so she could inspect the incriminator of her maternal worry.

"Why! It looks like a bite mark!" The fork slipped out of Sofia's fingers onto her plate as she felt herself quickly filling with trepidation. Trying her best to conceal her panic, she darted an eye across the table to Cedric who had just finished choking on his tea and was now racking his brains to find a perfectly plausible explanation as to why there was a strange wound on the second princess. Merlin's mushrooms, I should have checked to see if I left any bruises or scratches!

Clearing his throat, he spoke up. "Your Majesty, it is probably nothing. Sofia was handling some herbs today in my workshop…I think one left a nasty side effect…" He punctuated this with another much needed gulp of tea and praying to all the gods and angels, no one could see him perspiring.

"On her neck?" Princess Amber asked dryly, raising an eyebrow. Cedric glared at her down his nose. "Yes, Princess Amber," He nearly growled through gritted teeth. "On the neck." Thankfully, though Queen Miranda and King Roland II still looked a little suspicious, they eventually wrote off the matter as just Sofia getting into another scrape as a growing girl. Oh, if only they knew…

Much later, while her back was pressed up impatiently against the door of the sorcerer's workshop and he had his roving hands underneath her hitched up skirt and petticoats, Sofia broke their carnal kiss to hiss at him. "You better not bite me hard again, do you understand, Mr. Cedric?" He shuddered. When she used his salutation, it meant she meant business. It also aroused him all the more.

"As you wish, Princess Sofia."

A/N: I would have updated sooner but haven't been feeling well; sore throat and stomachaches. Enjoy!