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"Thank you for showing me around," Adam said softly, glancing over at the man at his side. "I really do appreciate it."

"Don't worry about it, I'm more than pleased to do it," Heath waved off, offering a warm smile to the blonde. "Did you enjoy the trip over here?" Adam nodded, returning Heaths smile.

"It was lovely!" he exclaimed. "Goldenrock is so beautiful, and so is Snowfall. I never realised that the outskirts of Goldenrock are surrounded by mountain, and they glisten gold in the sunset." Heath laughed softly and tilted his head at his companion.

"Have you never been to the outskirts before?" he asked curiously, noting the way Adams eyes dropped to the ground.

"Jay always told me that it was too dangerous," he said softly. "He's very protective you know." Heath squeezed Adams arm gently.

"He's probably right," he admitted. "I've heard of parts of the woods that adjoin our kingdom at least having a large ogre problem."

"Ogres aren't real," Adam giggled, covering his mouth with a hand demurely.

"Oh that's what you think," Heath teased, nudging the younger princess. Adam giggled, letting Heath lead him towards the large stables.

"Boodah come back here!" A young brunette chased after the black lab that suddenly bolted out of the stable doors, a second dog then chasing after the man.

"Seth, its ok!" Heath called, crouching down to scratch the black lab behind his ears. "Hey there boy."

"Hey Tundra!" Adam exclaimed, falling to his knees and giggling as the husky leant up to lick his face.

"I'm so sorry your Highness, they just got out…" Seth panted as he jogged up to the two, reaching out to capture the two dog's collars.

"It's fine Seth," Heath assured him, reaching out to rest a hand on his forearm. "Princess Adam and I were headed that way anyway." The stable hand nodded and smiled, reaching up and pulling his hair out of his bun, running his fingers through his hair and exposing the blonde streak along the side of his head.

"Adam, this is Seth. He's our stable hand in charge of the kennels here," Heath explained, resting a hand under Adams arm and helping him to his feet.

"Your Highness," Seth murmured, bowing deeply.

"Pleased to meet you," Adam greeted, leaving a hand on the back of Tundras head.

"How is Roman dealing with all of the extra horses?" Heath asked, Seth falling into step as the three of them continued towards to the stables.

"Frustrated," Seth laughed softly. "The stable hands that came with the royals, they won't listen to him."

"Poor Roman, he wouldn't like that," Heath laughed, Seth darting forward to open the door for him.

"Will you idiots please just shut up and do as you're told!" Roman roared, the horses snickers surrounding the barn.

"You're not in charge of us!" one of them yelled back, shoving Romans chest. Heath watched the eye twitch, and Roman clench his fists and he obviously tried to control his anger.

"Randal, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Adam snapped, stepping forward with his hands on his hips.

"Your Highness!" Randal murmured, falling to one knee. "I was just telling this stable hand here…"

"I don't give a damn what you were doing!" Adam snapped. "We are guests in Snowfall. That means that the head stable hand here is most certainly in charge of you!"

"Yes your Highness," Randal murmured, getting to his feet and heading over to the horses.

"I apologise for his behaviour…" Adam began, Roman waving him off.

"There is no need your Highness," he stated. "He knows what he did wrong and quite frankly if he listens better in the future I will consider us even."

"Roman, this is Princess Adam, of Goldenrock," Heath spoke up. "Roman here is our head stable hand. He seems to be a horse whisperer."

"I'm no horse whisperer your Highness," Roman said with a slight bow. "I just know horses."

"He's very patient with them, and quite a quiet man," Seth explained. "They respond well to that." Adam smiled and nodded, watching as Roman stepped up to Midnight and soothed her with a few soft words, before producing a sugar cube from his pocket.

"I told you that she would be perfectly safe here," Heath said softly, Adam smiling at the elder man.

"You were right," he agreed, giving Tundra a quick pat before he headed out of the stables. Heath followed, whistling for the dogs to follow him.

"Are they allowed in the castle?" Adam asked in curiosity.

"Of course not," Heath said, shaking his head. "However, we are not going into the castle. We're heading to the garden for lunch." He led Adam around the castle and into their gardens, the younger Princess pausing for a moment to look at the single withered rose bush within the lush green gardens.

"We don't know what has happened to it," Heath admitted. "It just withered one day; the gardeners are planning to rip it out."

"Oh no, but it's not dead!" Adam exclaimed, stepping forward and running a finger down the stem, as the bush leapt back to life. Heath watched in amazement as the blonde princess brought the stubborn bush back to life, stepping back with a gentle smile.

"You should tell your gardeners that there is a rather persistent grub in the earth, and in fact it is beginning to feast on the roots of the oak tree," Adam announced, before realising that he had just used his magic. "Oh no…Jay is going to kill me." He visibly shrunk and glanced at Heath nervously.

"Do not worry Adam," Heath said, gently grasping the thin forearms. "Here in Snowfall, you're not going to be hurt at all for being magical. My grandfather outlawed that, and we're a very magical community." He stepped back and concentrated, his hand beginning to glow.

"I'm what's known as a firebug," Heath told him. "Except I'm not powerful enough to actually cause any fire. So I swear to you, you are safe within my kingdom." He watched as Adam straightened up and smiled, calling Boodah away from the rose bush as the two began to walk again.

"We'll probably be with Princes Drew and Justin, and with Princess Tara," Heath began. "Possibly Prince Jeffery as well. There's no need to be intimidated by them, I've known all of them for many years." Adam nodded silently as they reached the gardens.

"Ah there you boys are," his mother said. "Lunch has already been served." Heath nodded and led Adam over to where the younger royals were seated on the picnic blanket.

"Princess Adam, may I present Princes' Drew, Justin and Jeffery, and Princess Tara," he introduced, gesturing to each royal in turn. Adam curtseyed narrowly as both dogs came barrelling up, Tara laughing and petting each dog as they nudged at her.

"Heath, what are those filthy mutts doing here?" his mother screeched, as they ran around wildly.

"Boodah!" Heath whistled, as Adam did the same for his Tundra. Both dogs trotted over calmly and lay at their owners' feet, as Jeff leant over to scratch them behind the ears.

"They'll behave mother," Heath promised, the Queen sniffing with a turn of her head and returning to her conversation.

"Tara, where has Amy gotten to?" Heath asked as he looked around, leaning over to the single girl in their midst.

"She lost her bracelet, the clasp is faulty?" Tara explained. "She and the maid that lead us to our room went to look for it." Heath nodded and smiled, turning to make sure Adam was being included in the conversation.


"That was a brilliant idea of yours, to slip your bracelet into my pocket," Trish laughed as she leant against the wall in an abandoned 5th floor corridor.

"I had to get away from them somehow," Amy teased, capturing the woman's lips with a hard kiss. Trish wrestled with Amy's tongue for dominance for a few moments before submitting, moaning into the Queens mouth.

"You kiss so well," Trish moaned, Amy grinning as she loosened the laces on Trish's dress enough to slide a hand into the pale blue dress, groping her breast roughly.

"Lots of practice," she confessed, her free hand sliding up under Trish's skirt. Trish groaned and bunched her skirts up, spreading her legs to allow the queen better access to her core. Amy pressed her fingers straight past the brunette's underwear, thrusting her fingers in and out of the sopping wet folds.

"Fuck…" Trish cursed, Amy grinning at the loss of control from the usually innocent handmaiden.

"Come for me love," she coaxed, adding her thumb into the mix to coax the young woman's orgasm from her. Trish felt the queen cover her lips with her own, and let out a violent scream into the redheads mouth as her orgasm overtook her. Amy pulled her fingers out of Trish and licked them clean, slipping her bracelet back onto her wrist.

"When are you going to take up my offer, and move to my castle with me?" she asked. Trish took her lovers hands and kissed her gently.

"Darling, you know that can never happen," she spoke. "Your nobles, they would never accept me as anything more than your mistress. And even then, I would be expected to be fired as soon as you took a real queen."

"They'll accept whatever I tell them to accept," Amy demanded. "I want you as my queen, as my equal." Trish smiled sadly at her.

"I would dearly love to be yours," she assured the monarch. "But my love, you must think of what the nobles will say, of the danger you and Tara could be put in." Amy pulled away and began to pace up and down the hall.

"Tara is already in danger," she told Trish. "One of the Black Heart assassins broke into the castle last week. He was caught by the guards, but I know that they're not going to give up so easily."

"Black Heart assassins?" Trish asked. "Oh my, who on earth would send one of those after Tara!" Amy shook her head, turning back to Trish, letting the woman see the glistening, unshed tears in her eyes.

"Kane," she simply stated. Kane was a very rich, very powerful man in Firestone, and had proposed marriage to Amy multiple times. Each time she had turned him down, but now Trish was watching her resolve falter.

"Surely he wouldn't go this far…" she tried.

"He proposed again last week," Amy confessed. "He told me that he was my only choice for an heir, that no other man would touch me at my age. I told him that Tara was my heir, and would remain so. So he…" She choked up and rested a hand on her throat gingerly. "He told me that if I wouldn't change my mind, he would give me no option but to marry for an heir."

"So you hired a bodyguard?" Trish asked gently. Amy nodded, nervously playing with her necklace.

"Brooke is the best bodyguard I could find," she explained. "And Tara…she's my sister Trish! He threatened to kill her if I don't marry him."

"And Tara will kill you if you marry a man you don't love for her sake," Trish reasoned with her. "You know my words to be true, you must think of yourself as well." She clasped Amy's hands, and held them close to her body.

"Come with me," Amy pleaded. "Marry me, fuck what the nobles think. I don't care! Tara will adore you, and the chances are that I won't be able to have an heir anyway!" Trish cupped her lover's cheek, the soft touch betraying their familiarity.

"One day," she promised. "Right now, I need to focus on Heath, and on this damned event." Amy couldn't help her watery smile at Trish cursing. The handmaiden had blushed furiously when Amy had revealed her true personality, complete with curse words and other un-feminine behaviour. The redhead loved getting proof that she was rubbing off on the brunette.

"One day…" Amy sighed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to rest her forehead against the brunettes. She knew that she would have to go back to the party soon, but for now she was content standing with her lover and allowing her to soothe away the worries of the past week.