A/N: OK y'all, here's the next chapter!! I think this is the suckiest, sappiest, stupidest one I've written so far, but don't you worry, I'm sure I could (and will) do worse later. Anyway, please review, even if you have already, I live off reviews!!! Happy Thanksgiving!

This palace was so much different then the Queen's. One couldn't even call it a palace; it was a castle, or a fortress. The Queen's had been so bright, so polished. This was dark and foreboding. It had been made for the prince, with a large ballroom and theatre, and a special lab for his "scientific studies." There was an old fashioned elevator running through the center of the palace. I wasn't sure I'd like it, but at least I had riff with me.

Riff would do pretty much the same job as I, except fixing things that needed mending. He and I had different rooms, but I had a feeling that one of us would be visiting the other quite a lot.

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My first day at the castle was spent unpacking objects and placing them wherever the Prince wanted them. Riff worked at my side. It was tiring work, but I was so glad to have my brother there, I couldn't stop beaming. I think Cyproheptidine thought something was up: she kept staring at me in that funny manner of suspicion. I ignored it.

I was right. Riff-Raff came into my room as soon as the lights were out. He crawled under the covers and pulled him and me together. He kissed me and took off my clothing: one garment a kiss, and many, many kisses there were. It went on for him, and I was naked in front of him, the first time since I was a babe. He kissed me again. . .

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I threw up later that night. I couldn't believe what I had done, what we had done. I knew what we did was wrong, I just couldn't get that through to my mind. He was my brother, for god's sake! I sat in the bathroom shivering. I couldn't go back in the bedroom; he would ask what was wrong. I would have to explain it to him, the one person I didn't want to talk to right now.

I couldn't stop shivering. I had on my nightgown, but it was so cold here. A cold draft came from under the door, and I saw some movement. It was a slippered foot, a ladies foot. It had to be Cyproheptidine; she and I were the only women in the house. I ran to the door to open it, but she was gone before I could ask why she was here, and I didn't want to call out.

I sat back down. I was too confused to even try to figure out what was going on. Why was Cyproheptidine in this wing of the house? This was the servants' wing, after all, and why would she stoop herself to our level by coming over here? I looked down. By my foot was a folded sheet of green paper. I picked it up and opened it. There was a note addressed to me. . .

Magenta,

I have seen you and your brother looking at each other. I know of the feelings that occur between the two of you. I can only tell you one thing...do not sleep with him! This is too dangerous for you to comprehend, but you have to understand me...only bad things will come from this.

Cyproheptidine

I stared at the note in disbelief. What harm could come to us by being together? All sorts of thought crowded around in my mind. Why did Cyproheptidine care? Would she tell Frank? Would we be dismissed, or punished. How would Riff and I act toward each other now? What if. . .what if I became pregnant?