Hello all, after reading your comments/reviews, I am having a hard time deciding what to do with chapter 26. I have placed a poll on my profile (viewable at the top) where I ask what you would like me to do. So if you want to have your voice be heard, please vote. I want to make my readers as happy as I can. I am not a professional writer nor have any kind of training in writing (I am getting my Masters in Social Work lol) so I really do try my best but I know that it will not be perfect. So just let me know what you would like for me to do.

In the meantime, enjoy this shorter story. My fingers are a little sore from the last two 30-40 page stories that I wrote. Also, I have seen some versions of Winx Club have Nabu being from a place called Tides and not sharing the same home as Aisha. I just wanted to clear that up before y'all decide to come for me in the reviews.

Aisha and Nabu- A Misunderstanding

*Aisha finds out about Nabu's identity in a slightly different way*

Aisha clutched the blanket close to her bare chest as she looked down at her phone. The light shone on her face, illuminating her sullen face.

"Is everything alright?" She feels his lips on her bare shoulder, the tips of his braids grazing her bare back.

She turns to face him, his calm face and naked figure sends a smile returning to her face.

"My parents have asked me to come home over the break."

"I thought that you were going to spend the break at Musa's with the girls?"

Aisha sighed, "I thought so too. But it seems urgent and I worry because they won't tell me what it is about."

"It appears then that we will both be spending time with our families over the break."

Kissing his cheek, Aisha sat up from the bed, the blanket wrapped around her body as she scavenged the room for her clothes.

"I hope that your parents were a little more forthcoming about what it was you were called for." Aisha pulled on her underwear, "I was a little upset when I was going to be the only one without a partner at Musa's."

"Just a little upset?"

"Oh you know what I mean, Ophir." Aisha rolled her eyes as she clasped her bra, the aquamarine color bright against her brown skin.

Ophir stood up from the bed and made his way over to Aisha. He wrapped his arms around Aisha's bare waist, his hands falling on her toned stomach, as she busied herself with turning her white t-shirt rightside out.

"I don't think that I do." His lips returned to her shoulder. She could feel his half hard member on her ass as she turned her head to look up to him.

Aisha quickly spins around to face Ophir, his arms still wrapped around her waist, his hands now resting on the small of her back.

"I am afraid that I am not prepared to teach you tonight."

"But I am so eager to learn." Ophir smirked as his hands wandered down to Aisha's round and firm bottom.

"The curfew barrier goes up in fifteen minutes and I don't think that I can keep the girls out of the dorm room much longer."

"I am a fast learner." His voice is low and filled with lust.

Slipping from his arms, Aisha throws her t-shirt over her head and swoops down to grab Ophir's boxers. She throws them at him, the fabric hitting his chest.

"Good night, Ophir."

Ophir chuckled as he gathered the rest of his clothes and got dressed. Once dressed, the couple shared one more kiss.

"I will see you after the break." Aisha smiles as she pulls back from Ophir.

"I will count the moments."

Aisha does not respond, a blush of admiration covers her cheeks.

Her relationship with Ophir was relatively new compared to her friends and it started with a misunderstanding during a mission. Once thought of as the enemy, it was after a long conversation outside of a holding cell that Aisha began to trust him and from there feelings grew on both sides. She doubted whether she should have pursued the relationship as he was a commoner and she was a princess in addition to being the only child and heir of her parents, meaning that she would one day become Queen of Andros. Aisha was to marry a prince or someone with royal blood and from there give birth to more royals. If her parents knew that she was dating-and having sex-with a commoner, she does not know what her parents and the rest of the court of Andros would say.

But that was a worry for another day. Who even knew if she and Ophir were going to last?

With one last wave, Ophir leaves Aisha's room and out of the common dorm room before he hurries down the halls of Alfea and makes his way back to Red Fountain where he currently shares a room with Riven. Much to the maroon haired Specialist's dismay.

No sooner than Aisha sees Ophir run through the courtyard and cross the barrier right before curfew, her roommates are entering their room. Aisha walks out to see the girls putting away their bags and flopping down onto the furniture in the common room.

"Well well Aisha," Bloom smirked, "Ophir was cutting it quite close to the curfew gate coming down. We might have had a contraband visitor."

"He would not have been staying in our room," Stella shook her head, "I need my beauty sleep. Melody deserves to see me at my best over the break."

Aisha sighed, "About that," the rest of the girls looked towards Aisha, "I won't be able to make it."

"What? Why?" Bloom asked, concern and disappointment lacing her voice.

"My parents messaged me saying that I was needed at home over the break."

"Did they say what for?" Musa asked as she took a seat on the small couch.

"No," Aisha joined Musa on the couch and put her head on her raven haired friend, "but they said that it was important."

"Last time I received a message like that, my parent's divorce had been finalized and the next thing I know, we are storming the castle trying to rescue my dad from marrying that witch of a woman Cassandra." Stella remarked.

"I don't think it's that dramatic. Nor do I think that it is a matter of national security. We managed to drive out Valtor from the area and the gates are secure."

"Maybe it will be a good surprise." Flora smiled at her curly haired friend.

"That definitely sounds the most logical. If it were really urgent, they would have wanted you to come as soon as possible." Tecna shrugged.

"I suppose you're right." Aisha exhaled, "But I was really looking forward to getting my surf on at the beach."

"We will definitely miss you. I know that Brandon and Riven were really looking forward to racing in the ocean with you."

"Oh, let them know that I will be down to reschedule. Just name and time and place." Aisha laughed.

"I will be sure to let them know," Musa reassured, "you know those two cannot back down from a challenge."


Stepping off of the royal plane, Aisha took off her shoes to feel the sand of her homeland in between her toes. She angled her face up to the sun and breathed in the salty air, hearing the waves crash along the banks of the beaches. While she was sad to be missing out on a much needed vacation with her friends, there was no place like home.

"Princess Aisha," a man in an Andros guard uniform approached Aisha and bowed, "welcome home."

"Thank you," Aisha responded graciously, "I see that my parents are not here."

Not that she had expected them to be there but the longer that she did not see her parents, the longer she was left in suspense over what they wanted to speak to her about. The absence of her parents also heightened her worries over what it was that she was needed at home for.

"No, Your Highness. They are currently meeting with the King and Queen of Tides."

"The King and Queen?" Aisha's face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Why are they here?"

"I am not sure, Your Highness." the man reached beside Aisha and took her shoes from her hand in addition to her bag that sat by her feet, "But I can assure you that they are here as a matter of diplomacy and not emergency."

Aisha followed the guard to the light blue car that was waiting for them. Aisha got into the back seat where she was expected to sit while the guard put her bag into the trunk and then got into the driver's seat.

In the car, Aisha reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out her phone. Turning off the airplane mode, Aisha had hoped to see a message from Ophir but instead only saw a message from Flora, asking to let her know when she got home to Andros. Sending Flora a message back notifying the Winx of their arrival, Aisha shut off her phone and leaned back in her seat, anxiously waiting to be at the palace and see her parents.

Pulling up to the palace, Aisha smiled when she saw her parents waiting for her. She quickly exited the car, not waiting for the guard and driver to open the door for her. Her mother gave a slight look of disapproval but her father's smile remained unwavering.

She ran up to her parents and threw her arms around her father.

"Dad," Aisha said as she held onto her father, "is everything alright? Please, I have been worried since you asked for me to come home."

"Everything is fine, Aisha," Teredor replied as Aisha released her hold on her father, "I am sorry that your mother and I have caused so much worry."

"Why couldn't you tell me why I was needed?"

Teredor looked over to Niobe and sighed before returning his attention back to his daughter, "Your mother and I were afraid that if we had told you why we had requested your return that you would not have come."

"Now I am worried about what it is that you want me here for." Aisha narrowed her eyes at her parents.

"We will tell you at dinner, dear." Niobe said, "We will be dining with the royal family from Tides so you will have to dress formally."

"We know how much you hate it." Teredor smiled down at his daughter.

"Fine," Aisha resigned, "I can tell that I am not going to find out any more information before dinner. I will play along."

Teredor kissed his daughter's head, "That's my girl."

Aisha groaned as she followed her parents inside of the palace, anxiously awaiting what would happen at dinner.


She was extremely uncomfortable as the corset was tightened against her chest and torso. Aisha hated being restricted and she hated being in gowns that were formal. While she enjoyed being a princess, she hated the restrictions and the formalities associated with it.

The floor length, teal gown did not bode well for sports or dancing but apparently it was good enough for a dinner and at this point, Aisha would do anything to find out why she was here.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, Aisha twirled a few curls around her fingers, letting them fall in her face.

"Princess?" a servant snuck her head in the door as the women who dressed her tied off the ribbon laces of the corset.

"Yes?" Aisha gasped as she struggled to breathe.

"Your parents are waiting for you."

Aisha tried to take a deep breath but it came out more shallow that she had wanted due to the constriction. This was going to be a long dinner but there was no getting out of it.

Entering the large dining room, Aisha found her father at the head of the table, her mother at his right and a man to his right. Next to the man there was a woman, she assumed this couple to be the King and Queen of Tides. Next to her mother was a chair that she assumed to be hers but there was also an empty chair next to the couple from Tides. Maybe it was some diplomat.

Aisha walked up to the table and was greeted by her father, "Ah, Aisha, my dear!" Her father boomed, his deep voice filling the space of the dining room. "Have a seat!"

She slid as gracefully as she could into her chair, the corset squeezing her back. She smiled ahead to the King and Queen of Tides as she looked down at her empty silver plate.

"Princess Aisha, you are more beautiful than what your parents let on." the Queen remarked with a smile.

"I hope that my parents have divulged more information than my looks." Aisha replied, more harsh than she had anticipated.

"Of course," the Queen's smile was genuine, "they have told us of your time at Alfea and that you and your friends have managed to save Andros and the rest of the magical world more than once. Very commendable my dear."

"Thank you." Aisha gave a half smile. She reached over the table and grabbed a roll from the large platter in the center of the table. "Are we expecting somebody else?"

Once again, Teredor and Niobe shared a look and gave a collective sigh.

"Mom? Dad?" Aisha looked over at her parents to see their forlorn faces. She was starting to get tired of the secrecy. "Would someone here just tell me what is going on?"

"I guess that we should let her know before Nabu gets here." Teredor looked over to the King and Queen of Tides.

"Who is Nabu?" Aisha asked.

"Our son, the Crowned Prince of Tides." the King answered, his face warm and his voice soft.

"Aisha, dear, we have some news that we need to share with you." Teredor continued, "You know that we love you very much and we have always had your best interests at heart. We would never do anything that would hurt you and we want you to know that we do in fact love you so much."

"You sound like I am going to be sold off to new parents like those terrible young adult romance novels." Aisha scoffed before tearing off a piece of her roll.

"Well, that's not exactly what is going on." Teredor nervously shrugged.

"What do you mean 'not exactly what is going on'? Can someone please just tell me what is going on? I am twenty-one and I am well aware that my parents love me and I can handle bad news." Aisha set the bulk of her roll down on her plate before placing the ton bit into her mouth.

Niobe took in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled, ready to rip off the bandaid since her husband would not do it.

"You are of marrying age, Aisha. And when you are done with college, you will be married to Prince Nabu of Tides." Niobe announced.

Aisha choked on her dinner roll and quickly reached for her glass of water, "I don't fucking think so!"

"Aisha!" Niobe yelled. "Watch your tongue!"

"Watch my tongue?! Watch my tongue?! You have to be joking! It's the twenty-first century! I was not aware that arranged marriages were still a thing."

Teredor chimed in, "You are a princess-"

"Then I don't want to be a princess!" Aisha turned to the King and Queen of Tides, "I am sure that your son is very lovely but I cannot marry a man that I do not know."

"You won't be getting married right away, dear." Niobe placed a hand on Aisha's before Aisha could rip it away.

"But I don't know him, mother and I have to marry him. What if I don't like him?" Aisha gave her mother a pleading look. "What if we end up like Stella's parents? Surely you don't want me to be miserable in my marriage."

All Aisha could think of was a future of unhappiness with a man she has yet to meet. She also thought of Ophir. While their relationship was still relatively new and marriage was nowhere near to the horizon, she knew that her feelings for him were growing stronger every day. She wasn't ready to break up with him and commit to a man that she did not know.

"Your father and I were in an arranged marriage."

"And I am glad that it worked out for you two but I want to marry for love and not for politics. I don't want to be a princess if this is what my life is going to be. I am tired of the formalities, I am tired of the restrictions," Aisha looked down, "I am done with these fucking corsets and gowns and there is no way in Hell that I am going to marry a stranger."

"Aisha," Niobe's voice rose slightly, "would you just meet the boy? He is here and you are not being gracious in front of the royal family of Tides."

Aisha stared ahead to the royal couple across the table and frowned, "I am sorry."

"We understand that this is a lot to take in, dear." the Queen did her best to be sympathetic.

"Does your son know?" Aisha had to ask.

The King and Queen shared a look that was familiar to one that her parents had shared.

"He doesn't" the King replied with a solemn sigh.

"Great."

Aisha leaned back as far as her gown would let her and folded her arms.

As if on cue, the door to the dining room opened and in came a figure adorned in royal purple and gold.

Fantastic, Aisha thought sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, another pompous, spoiled, pig-headed prince.

However, when he got closer, Aisha could not believe her eyes.

The young prince sat down with a smile on his face, obviously having not seen Aisha. Her eyes were wide in equal parts shock and terror as the man in front of her was none other than Ophir. His eyes were trained on his parents and then her parents as he sat down in his chair. Once he looked at Aisha, he froze.

"Ophir?" Aisha could not believe her eyes.

"Who?" Teredor asked.

Aisha felt her heart drop into her stomach. Ophir looked almost pale and Aisha swore that he could see a cold sweat break across his brow. It was really him, the braids, the deep blue eyes, and the warm brown skin.

"Aisha..." Ophir rasped out, his eyes trained on the princess in front of him.

Aisha broke out into laughter, "This has to be some sort of joke."

"I am afraid that I do not understand." Niobe said. Concern maring her face as she looked on at her daughter.

"You don't understand what is going on?! I don't know what is going on!" Aisha exclaimed, her laughter dying down and turning to rage.

"This is Ophir, he is not a prince." Aisha pointed to the man across the table from her.

"No, dear," the Queen said, "this is my son, Prince Nabu of Tides. I am afraid I cannot help you with who this Ophir fellow is."

"Ophir, tell them who you are."

"Aisha, please." Ophir begged.

"Tell them who you are! You are not the Prince of Tides. Mom, dad," Aisha turned her attention to her parents, "I don't know what these people have told you, but this is not the royal family of Tides."

The King huffed in offense, Teredor stepping in quickly to reprimand his daughter.

"Aisha, you are being ridiculous and I have no idea what you are accusing. This is the royal family of Tides and I would advise you to start acting like the gracious princess that we raised you to be."

Aisha turned back to Ophir, "Please," she pleaded, "tell my parents who you are. You are Ophir, not Prince Nabu of Tides."

Ophir held his head down.

"Ophir..."

"Aisha, I am so sorry." his voice was just above a whisper.

Everything around her seemed to spin as she took in all of the information that had been thrown at her in the past five minutes. She was to be married to a man that she thought that she didn't know just to find out the mystery prince who she was supposed to marry was someone who she had already known and who she had already established a relationship with. However, the worst part was the fact that the man that she thought she knew was a liar and in her mind, that was worse than being a stranger. She couldn't trust him, how could she marry him?

"You lied to me." Aisha growled, just enough for Ophir-no, Nabu-to hear.

"What is this about?" Teredor asked, leaning in as to hopefully be able to hear his daughter better.

She turned to the King and Queen of Tides, "I am sorry, I cannot marry your son."

"What?" Nabu shot a surprised and confused look at his parents.

"We will explain later, my son." the Queen gave Nabu a son a soft and reassuring smile.

"No, you will explain now!" Aisha commanded.

"Aisha!" Niobe scolded.

"Our parents have arranged a marriage between us. Now that I know to whom, I will not marry him! I will not marry a liar!" Aisha yelled in defiance.

"A liar?" Teredor looked between his daughter and the prince.

"He lied to me! He told me that his name was Ophir, that he was the son of a therapist in Magix! You are a liar!"

"Is this true, my son?" the King turned to his son.

"...yes." Nabu answered in shame.

"Look at me!" Aisha screamed, slamming her hands down on the large wooden dining table. The silverware and dishes shaking on the table. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Aisha turned to her parents.

"Please don't make me marry him."

"Aisha..." Nabu sighed.

"Don't you dare say my name!" Aisha snapped her head towards the young prince.

"Aisha, honey," Teredor did his best to calm down his daughter, "I assume that you and Nabu have met under false pretenses."

"He lied to me, daddy!" Aisha began to feel the tears fall down her head.

"I can see that you are upset," Teredor continued, "I think that-"

"I want to speak to Prince Nabu" Aisha seethed, "alone."

Sensing that there would be no appeasing Aisha until she had a chance to speak to the young Prince, Teredor nodded his head in agreement.

"Of course, Aisha. Please," Teredor turned to the King and Queen of Tides, "we will take supper in the throne room." Teredor, Niobe, and the King and Queen of Tides stood up, leaving the dining room and left the young prince and princess alone.

There was a thick silence that filled the air as Aisha glared at Nabu and Nabu did his best not to further anger Aisha.

"Why?" Aisha was the first to speak. "Why did you lie to me?"

Nabu sighed, "I didn't want anyone to know who I was."

"Why?" she asked again.

"Because if people knew that I was a prince, they would have treated me differently."

Aisha scoffed, "Sky is a prince. Bloom is a princess. Stella is a princess. I AM A PRINCESS! Nobody would have given a single fuck if you were a prince!"

Nabu groaned, "I know that I messed up, but I just wanted to be treated like a normal guy. Plus, if my parents found out that I left the wizarding school-"

"I don't care! You lied to me!" Aisha stood up and stared daggers into Nabu's face, "Did...did you even like me? Or was I just some princess to warm your bed? A whore to shove your royal cock into?"

"Of course not! My feelings for you were real!" Nabu stood up, leaning his weight on his hands that were firmly planted on the table.

"I am having a hard time believing you." Aisha glared.

Nabu walked around the dining room table and took Aisha's hand in his. She angrily snatched it back.

"Aisha," Nabu leaned forward again to grab Aisha's hand, "I promise you that my feelings for you were real. I only lied about my identity. Nothing else."

"Oph-" Aisha closed her eyes and inhaled, "Nabu, I just wish that I could believe you."

"Aisha," Nabu pleaded, "please."

"I'm sorry..."

Nabu wasn't going to let her get away. He had to show her how much he cared, how much he cared for her.

Instinctually, he grabbed her by the waist, the feeling of satin on his fingertips. He spun her around and crashed his lips to hers. Aisha froze against his lips, her mind begging her body to push away. He was a dirty, no good, rotten, liar.

But she couldn't.

Aisha found herself melting into his kiss, sensing the passion that he poured into the kiss. Her body acted on it's own, falling into the familiar pattern of wrapping her arms around her neck, his arms snaking around her waist and his hands landing on the small of her back. While his name might not be Ophir and he was not the son of a therapist, his kiss was genuine.

"Aisha," Nabu breathed through the kiss, "you have to know that I love you. I love you."

She leaned back onto the table as he pressed his body into hers. Her hands gripped the edge of the large dining room table as she tried to hold herself up. Nabu's fingers undid the bow of the ribbons of her laced up corset. With a sharp pull, the corset loosened and Aisha felt herself able to breathe again. Knowing that Nabu did in fact have genuine feelings for her also allowed her to breathe easy.

"I love you too." Aisha moaned into the kiss.

Nabu wasted no time in ripping the corset bodice off of Aisha's body, leaving her in her strapless bra and her lower skirt. He buried his hands under her skirt, pushing the fabric up her legs.

Using her legs, Aisha pushed herself off of the ground and seated herself on the dining room table. Nabu pushed her back and ran his hands up her legs. Her legs began to straddle his waist as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck and down.

"Please..." the request slipped out of Aisha's mouth, "I need you."

Nabu smirked against her soft skin as he took his hands away from Aisha's legs. He began to undo the buttons on his pants, his lips still leaving behind dark purple bruises on Aisha's perfect skin.

"Aisha," Nabu panted as he freed his hard cock from his pants, "I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I am so sorry."

He repeated his apology like a mantra, wanting it to sink in that he had regretted lying to her. He never meant to hurt her and he never thought that she would have found out this way.

Aisha moaned in response to the prince's firm kisses along her skin. She gasped when all of a sudden, she felt her underwear being ripped from her body and the sensation of filling and stretching in her center.

There was no buildup, both had been past the point of going slow. Nabu figured that foreplay and sensuality would have to wait for another time. Right now, they were both riding off the highs of anger and desperation. Aisha needed to forget the pain and Nabu needed to show Aisha passion.

The sound of slapping skin and wild moans, pants, and grunts filled the air, replacing the hatred and betrayal. Aisha let out loud gasps every time Nabu would hit the end of her vaginal canal with the tip of his penis, sending shock waves throughout her body.

"N...N...Nabu," the name sounded so foreign yet so natural coming out of Aisha's mouth and Nabu moaned at the sound, "ah...ah...ah...fuck."

Nabu grabbed Aisha's legs and wrapped them tight around his waist so that her ankles were locked behind him. He thrusted harder and faster, the table shaking and the table setting completely ruined. He went faster and faster, the plates and silverware falling to the ground with a loud crash and the sea crystal glasses following with a shatter. But neither the young prince or the young princess cared.

"Aisha," Naub grunted, "fuck...I love you so much."

"I...I...mmm...I love..." Nabu's hand fell to Aisha's clit, "oh shit, I love you too, Nabu."

"Please say yes."

"Say yes?" Aisha questioned through a moan.

"To marrying me."

Aisha didn't know if it was the brink of the orgasm or the feeling that deep down, she couldn't imagine her life without Nabu in it that caused her to shout out.

"YES! Yes yes yes yes!" Aisha replied before her body stilled and her walls tightened in ecstasy.

With one, two, three pumps, Nabu was chasing his own orgasm until he finally pulled out and came on Aisha's stomach. No need to start making more princes and princesses yet.

Aisha moaned as she came down from her high and as the hot semen hit her stomach. Hair and body a mess, Aisha looked up at Nabu and reached for his face, placing a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Nabu gathered his strength and stood to reach down to the floor and grab one of the linen napkins that fell. He then began to wipe away at the cum that he spilled on Aisha's stomach before placing a kiss over the flat plane of her abdomen. The salty taste of his seed still lingering on her stomach.

"Did you mean it?" Nabu asked as Aisha slowly began to sit up.

"Mean what?" Aisha questioned as she grabbed her corset. She placed it around her body and turned around, silently asking for Nabu to lace up her corset. He of course obliged.

"Saying yes to me." Nabu timidly replied as he began tenderly lacing up Aisha's corset.

"I did." Aisha answered, her smile hidden from Nabu. His was hidden from her as well. "On one condition."

"Of course," Nabu tied the ribbon of the corset, "anything."

Aisha quickly spun around and narrowed her eyes at Nabu.

"Don't you ever lie to me again."

Well, it's shorter than 40 pages but it was definitely longer than I thought it was going to be. As always, reviews are always welcome and help me (hopefully) improve and help to see what you all like which gets my creative juices flowing. I have a few ideas in mind for some crack ships but I really do want to rectify the wrongs that I made in chapter 26. Remember, there is a poll that I have posted on my profile so if you would like to answer that, please do. It would really help me out. Thank you all for being such amazing supporters and even better readers! You all mean so much to me!