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Chapter 7

12 years ago….

Papa was crying. She had never seen him cry in all her life. Not when her sister Greer was born and not when he was kicked off his mare. Now he sat, alone in his study, the lights low and his face in his palms. Momma had said Papa needed some time, but she was curious as to what could make a man like her Papa cry and what it looked like.

She was trying to sneak, but he caught her. Instead of angry, he called her to him and she climbed into his lap. "Why are you so sad Papa?"

"Someone has died, firefly. A dear friend of mine. We grew up together here. Even went to Cambridge together." At her cocked head and confused brow, he chuckled slightly. "School, Firefly. A place with a lot of books that is full of knowledge."

"I wanna go!"

"And go you shall one day, Firefly. If any woman could make it to University, it is you." He shifted her in his lap, turning back to his desk to write. "I am asking his son to stop by for a visit. The funeral will be here in town so I am offering our home to him and his Mother. You will be nice to him, won't you Firefly?"

"As long as he is nice to me!"

OoOoO

It was a small house but it still loomed before him. The last place he wanted to be was at some house in a tiny low wage town with some guy that knew his father once. His father was dead, what good was an old friend now.

Mother at his side, she, not so gently, pushed him along. The house was dark inside, dark woods and dark windows. It made him feel like he was in a box.

Leaving him behind, Mother was swept away by the woman of the house, a man waiting for her in their sitting room. It was all so small, he was struggling to breathe.

Planning an escape, he bypassed the sitting room and slipped down the hall only to be stopped short. He knew the house was strange, too dark and pokie to be normal. It explained the gremlin that smiled up at him.

She must have used some of her magic powers, pulling him outside with her until they stood in a field of impossibly tall grass. Clouds hid the sun on their journey but now removed themselves, making the grass shine like gold. The gremlin hid somewhere within it. He was starting to think he lost her when she leaped from her hiding spot onto his chest. In the summer sun, she had transformed. Gone was the gremlin and now was a sprite.

Her hold on him was tight, her weight unexpected and knocking him back. The air in his lungs rushed out and he struggled for several moments to gain it back. All the while, she sat on his chest watching him.

"You are very handsome."

The first words she had spoken and he was breathless. Her little voice like bells with her sweet accent. It reminded him of his father.

"Are you a Prince?"

Taking a deep breath, he finally managed to fill his lungs, but she had already made up her mind.

"You are a Prince are you not? That is why Papa said to be nice to you!"

"Your father said that?"

Cocking her head to the side, rose gold ringlets bouncing as they fell off her shoulders, she brightened even more with a smile. "But how could I not be nice to you?"

Her big eyes felt like they could swallow him whole, filled to the brim with her innocence. "You do not seem the type to be cruel to anyone."

Her mouth spread open, a toothy grin on it, and she fell down on him to crush his neck in her hold. "My Prince knows me so well!"

The first chuckle in weeks bubbled in his throat and she was the cause. "Of course, Sprite."

"My name is not Sprite, it is Serena!"

Sitting up, she crossed her arm over her little chest in indignation and he laughed. It caused her to bounce on his chest, a giggle coming from her in response. "Well Serena, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."

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No matter how hard she held onto him, he was still leaving, his Mother telling him repeatedly it was time for them to go.

Prying her hands off his arm, her Prince held them in his. "Serena, I have to go now. It is time for me to go home."

"Is your home not here?"

"No, it is far away. A place called...Gaeilge."

"Can't I go with you?!"

"Not this time. I will come back for you. I promise."

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Two years and the house looked the same. He had no clue if the girl was the same or if she would even remember him. Mr. Badar was happy to have him return. Soon he would be studying to be a Doctor, so no one had to pass of such a painful disease like his father ever again. It was his goal.

It would be his last trip before he went away to school and Mother stayed home to prepare for his departure. Whatever the state of his Serena, he would make the most of his week with her, the Sprite that stole his heart.

As he remembered, the house was dark and oddly empty. Wandering his way into Mr. Badar's study, he found the man bent over his desk. Taking a few moments to notice his presence, the man jumped up at the sight of him.

"Darien! My boy, it has been years! We were expecting you yesterday.."

"My train was delayed. I apologize."

"It's quite alright boy. Serena was disappointed but you are a busy man!"

"Where is she?"

He frowned, "She disappeared early this morning. She is good at disappearing."

Making a polite exit, he backed out of the study and the house, hoping to be able to find her by memory. The grass was still just as tall, but he was taller now, his head popping over the top of it. Bright green and thick, he pushed his way through until he found her.

On her belly, a small book before her that she scribbled in, he approached. He went unnoticed, but not for long, a twig snapping loudly underfoot. She twisted, finding him quickly and he watched as her face turned from sadness to joy. Her eyes widened and her mouth pulled at the edges.

She was in his arms before he could think of anything but her eyes and he fell to the ground from her weight again. Her arms were tight around his neck, him struggling to breathe. "My Prince! You came back!"

"I told you I would."

Pulling away, she looked down at him, the sun shining on her golden hair and making it look on fire. "Have you come to take me away this time?"

"And how exactly would I do that?"

She rolled her eyes at him, "By making me your bride of course!"

"Is...is that what you want?"

Rolling off of him, she laid by his side, eyes to the sky. "Of course. You and I will go to Gaeilge together and I will be your Queen."

Her strands still lingered on his chest and he picked them up, playing with them and enjoying their softness. "You are far too young for that now."

Her head turned to him, large blue eyes on his. "But someday I will be. And you will come for me then?"

"...When you are 18."

"18? That is so long from now!"

"Gaeilge is a long ways from here, Serena. You will not see your family as you please there. So enjoy your time with them now while you can."

A smile for an answer, she turned back to the sky. "I want to go to University too."

"You do? Why?"

"Because! They have lots of books and knowledge that they give to you there. I want to learn all there is in this world."

"All? No man or woman alive can say they know all that is in this world."

"Then I will settle for some of it. Whatever I can get!"

His chuckle returned, having been in hiding since he last saw her. "Then I will make sure you can get it."

OoOoO

Hand in hand, they snuck away from the living room where Mother, Papa, Greer, and baby Kyla were relaxing after dinner. Staying close to her, she pulled him up the stairs and to her room. Only once they were safe inside and the door closed did she breathe.

"Come over here, my Prince. I shall show it to you."

"Serena, is this a good idea?"

"You said you wanted to know and I am the only one who can show you so come here before I lose my nerve!"

Sitting at her desk, she dug out her small treasure as her Prince sat on her bed. Turning, she held it out for him to take before she could change her mind. Delicate fingers took her book, opening the pages and reading. She watched in silence as his eyes went back and forth over the words until she could take it no more and began to pace.

"Is this all about me?"

Looking back, she found his eyes on her, questioning. "Of course."

Calming under his stare and smile, she sat next to him. "It is very good."

"Thank you."

"May I...add to it?"

OoOoO

Laying on her bed, he spouted out tales of Gaeilge, a place he had made up on a whim for a six-year-old girl. But Serena had made it into a real place in her mind. Her imagination was boundless and impressive.

Filling a few pages with his words, she started to droop, as did he. Finding her ear, he whispered to her. "Serena, you should know my real name."

"I know your name." She mumbled.

"You need to write it down...remember it."

"I will never forget you…."

"Serena...I have to go away….and I won't be able to return."

"You will return for me…."

He chuckled, "Yes, years from now I will return for you. But you will need to know who I am when I do. At least my name."

"...I will remember….my Prince."

Laying down, he did not know what was best. To let her remain in her fantasy, or pop her bubble. She was still young, she could continue to live in that world if she wanted. He would not be the one to take it away from her. But he would keep his promise to her and return for her. And try to let her go if she no longer wanted to be his Queen.

OoOoO

She was sitting at her armor, pulling a brush through her long locks when he returned. Placing a small knock on her door, she made no move or sound to answer it, knowing he would enter anyway. He had waited in his room, giving her the time he thought she would need to prepare herself before coming back to her. Removing his coat and tie, he remained in his shirt and slacks.

Neither of them said a word so he went and sat on the bed to wait some more, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He heard her movements, looking to her as she made her way to him. Her gossamer nightgown floated around her, sticking to her front and showing the shape of her breast and thighs to him. Causing his mouth to go dry.

Now, standing before him, she twisted her wedding band on her finger but said nothing. Reaching over, he took her hand from her hold and pulled her to stand between his legs. Looking her in her eyes, she soon bent down and kissed him, his eyes closing for the second it lasted.

"I love you, Darien."

He smirked at her. "Now that you know who I am…."

"No. I loved you before that. I knew I loved you the day of the bomb but loved you long before then. You, not the Prince. I loved you as a child and I love you now as your wife."

One hand on her hip, the other on her cheek, he found himself shivering at her words. "And I love you."

She bent down again to kiss him and he rose to meet her lips, turning her so her back was to the bed. He broke away, slipping his fingers around the straps of her gown and tugged them off her shoulders. Once gravity took hold, he let go, letting it fall around her feet in a heap. Carefully laying her on the bed, he stood back to look her over. Wearing only the ring on her finger, her body bore not a single blemish. Milky white skin, pert breast, flat stomach, curly hairs that matched the hair on her head, and long thin legs and arms she truly was a Sprite. Her hair wild over her bed behind her looked like gold silk sheets. She shivered and flushed across her cheeks and down her neck from his roaming eyes.

Disrobing, he joined her on the bed and she spread her legs for him. She was shaking, but so was he, placing himself at her entrance. She was warm, he could feel it already on his tip as it touched her. He held himself above her, looking down at her flushed face while she looked down at him. Wide eyes were taking him in as he held himself over her.

"That's the piece you are going to put inside of me?"

Her eyes darted to his, the innocence inside them the same as when they were children. And he was about to take it away from her. "Yes. That is what I have to offer."

"It...it looks so much smaller in my books."

His laughter shook the bed and she flushed a dark red. Scooping down, he brushed his lips across hers and she latched on, sucking and pulling on them. Letting his hands roam, he stopped holding his weight off of her and pressed down on her. Running a hand over her breast, she released a moan from her throat.

She pulled her knees up while he continued to lay in between them. His need was growing and he could no longer hold back, her moans growing louder as he placed more of his weight and touch on her.

Taking the final step, he pushed inside her. Throwing her head back, he was ripped from her mouth, Serena let out a small cry. Being inside her had him nearly coming undone but it started to fade with his lack of movement. Slowly taking himself out made pleasure sing through his body. So he began slowly moving himself in and out of her. A heat was rising in him, in his thighs and lower stomach. He had kept his pace the same, trying to focus on his movements, only then looking down at Serena.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she arched her back up into him. Her hands went to his head, pulling hard on his strands. And then she started screaming.

"Darien...ah...Darien…...DARIEN!"

She tightened, her whole body tensing before falling limp under him. Stopping all motion, he leaned into her face. "Are you okay?" She nodded, her eyes remaining closed and her breath ragged. "Good. It's not over yet, my love."

OoOoO

A knock at her door woke her, the maid calling to her from the other side of it instead of entering like usual. "Mrs. Shields, your breakfast is prepared."

It was clear she didn't wait, moving on after the message was given. Turning over in her bed, she quickly learned why. Naked as the day he was born, was Darien...her husband and Prince. The maid must have figured things out when Darien was not down at the table waiting for her yet, the hour later than he had ever allowed himself to stay. Not even the sheet covered him from her view, laying on his stomach next to her. At least she had herself wrapped up, but perhaps that was why he wasn't, her hogging all of it.

The coupling they had performed last night was nothing like she expected. Mother had been wrong. Not only did it not hurt; it was the most exquisite experience of her life. Darien putting himself inside her kindled a fire that still slowly burned in her thighs and belly now. He had attempted to extinguish it and he had caused it to burst through her body several times last night. But looking at his naked form beside her now, she found it was easy to get it ablaze again. As long as it was him.

His arms under his chin, pump muscles held his pillow to his face slack with sleep. There was a slight shadow on his jaw, black hair that matched his messy mop growing overnight. His skin was tight across his back, wide shoulders leading down to his backside. Which she found to be perfectly formed even without his slacks covering it. Taking her eyes back up, she gasped when she found his dark blue ones on her.

"Good morning." He spoke half into his pillow and half at her.

Getting caught looking and still being nude...and memories of the night before had her burning up.

"Good morning."

It was a squeak, one that only had her hiding deeper into her sheet. Darien reached over and got it free from her face with one tug. "Are you hiding?"

"A little."

"Why?"

"I'm not….sure."

She squealed again when he pulled more of the sheet free from her, now covering himself along with her. His arms dug under and soon she was in his hold again. Her whole body felt like it was on fire as he pressed his chest, hips, and legs to hers.

"Are you embarrassed? I am your husband, there is nothing shameful here."

"It's not that I feel shame…". He chuckled, enjoying teasing her, and it shook down to her bones. "Was it….did you…". She struggled with her words and felt more blood rush to her cheeks the longer he watched her flounder. "Are you...satisfied….with me?"

"I was. Last night, but no longer." He started to kiss her shoulder, slowly working his way up to her neck.

She felt the same, more so with his continued affections. "I mean….did you enjoy it?"

He hummed against her skin. "It expended all my energy."

"I knew that. You fell asleep soundly right after. Hence why I am asking you now."

She could feel his smile growing against her skin, his face still buried in it. "Perhaps you missed my enjoyment, too lost in your own."

"Do you not wonder the same of me? How can you be so sure of yourself?"

Leaving her skin, he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. "I will admit, I have no means of comparison," a smirk grew on his face steadily, "However, you screaming my name over and over again did give me a clue." She actually felt faint, his words making her heart race while her brain spun, "Call me selfish but, I'd really like to hear you scream it again."

Using his knees, he pushed hers apart and settled between her legs. "Darien…".

He hushed her then claimed her lips with his, pushing inside her unimpeded. Moving to her jaw, he nipped at her, kissing down to her throat. A moan barreled out of her, coming straight from her soul and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Darien lifted from her skin to look down and frown but didn't stop pumping into her, the fire growing fast inside.

"Why are you doing that?"

He pulled her hand from her mouth as he spoke, threading his fingers with hers and holding it so she couldn't do it again. His free hand grabbed and lifted her thigh higher on his hip so she bit her lip to hold in her cries.

"Serena…".

He pulled the lip she held into his hold instead, kissing her as deeply as he had himself inside her. When he released her, she still whimpered, trying to stay quiet even with the swelling pleasure he was implanting.

"Serena, you are my wife." She shook her head at him, keeping her eyes and mouth squeezed tight. "Serena..".

He was groaning her name, his lips vibrating against her neck. His own grunts and groans were enough for the whole house to hear. With her free hand, she pressed it to his mouth and he stopped, pulling her palm from his lips.

"We are doing nothing wrong, Serena."

"That doesn't mean I want the whole house to know."

He put his face inches from hers and whispered, "Trust me, my love, they all heard you loud and clear last night." She blanched and he sighed, "Fine." Removing himself from her, she had mixed feelings thinking he was going to stop pleasuring her. But then he flipped her over, her face pressed into the pillows and started again. She barely had her mouth covered when she cried out his name again.