I packed an extra slip, and found Day Lily

Okay, I'm a sucker. I wrote a romance, and I stink at them (no, I won't swear). So, It's sappy, and fluffy, and I don't want it to get to sappy, cuz' I want to ruin it! No, but my romance won't be well oiled.
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I packed an extra slip, and found Day Lily. Then I rode towards Toren, but stopped. What if I married the idiot? I could rule, and poison him, or I could regain my magic, and marry him. I had to marry him to gain power. So, I made my way to the barren magic wasteland, and towards King Peregrine of Toren's palace. In three days I got to the castle, with it's lush green yards around it, grown by magic, and tropical flowers, alive by mage help. It was like heaven compared to the thick, windowless walls of Kyria. A familiar black haired man ran out to greet me, and he tried to shake his black colored hair out of his eyes.

"Peregrine!" I squealed. He laughed, and led me inside.

"Um, lady, would you like a new dress, to your liking?" Peregrine asked.

"Thank you," I said. Then, I stared at the short, thin, white slip I was wearing. It was almost see through, and it had a low neck and no sleeves. "This is much different from what I looked like when you saw me last."

"I never saw you before," laughed Peregrine.

"Peregrine, I need you to retrain me in the art of mage-craft, for a while. My marriage can be postponed. Okay, wait, so I knew you grandfather great-grandfather? Oh, I don't usually look like this."

"Yes, and how?"

"I slept for a hundred years," I replied simply.

"You are a legend!"

"A legend does no good, when you lose all your magic, and then you marry an idiot."

"But…"

"But nothing, you are a mage, and I need to remember, touch up on basics."

"I'm not really a mage, for you s-."

"Neither am I, I'm a fairy."

"Prove it." I let my wings out, which were almost more covering than the dress I was wearing.

"Please?"

"Yes." Peregrine put out a neat tan hand, and I gripped it. He led me to an extra room, and told me to change. I was a disgrace. Then, I should go down to dinner, as a guest in Toren. I found a dress similar to what I wore in Faerie. I walked down the long, carpeted, sweeping stairs into the huge dining room. On one side was a dais, with a thick, elegant mahogany table set. All the faces turned to me, and I shivered, but held the court mask.

Peregrine stood up, and announced my arrival. "Princess Rosamund of Faerie and Kyria has joined our table for a few weeks. She is a honored guest, and treat her with respect." He used many more frivolous names, including, your Grace, and your Serene and Royal Highness, all of which are flattering, but didn't apply to me. Peregrine kissed my hand, as custom, and me to a seat, next to him on the wooden table. "Welcome to the Golden Palace."

"Your Highness, may I ask you for this dance?" a blonde noblewoman asked Peregrine. He smiled, and obeyed the woman. They danced in the open area, and some nobleman asked me, I denied his offer. Peregrine walked back, and asked me. I smiled a lopsided smile, and accepted. I'd probably make a fool out of myself, but I used to like to dance.

"Peregrine, I must confess, I don't know any of the dance popular today," I avowed.

"The old dances, the ones you learned, are now popular, and if they aren't, then you can make them."

"Well-." He led me onto the floor, and my feet traced well learned steps, and fell into the dance's pattern. I watched people stare, and soon follow the steps, each becoming more complex as I danced. The musicians soon faded, the night enveloped us, and many turned in for the night.

"You're magical! Where did you learn such dance?" a woman exclaimed.

"Well, you see, I lived one hundred years ago, it's a long story, and I was a princess, and they learn such things," I replied, half-heartily. The woman walked off, and I left the ball. Peregrine put on a pleading look on his face, and I shook my head. I slipped into my given room, and fell asleep on my bed, without changing my clothes. I awoke the next morning, to hear birds and squirrels chirp on my windowsill. I groaned, and dug around in some exotic clothing for a dress or slip. I was growing quite fond of slips, though I looked sluttish. I found a light lavender silk dress. A palace servant led me up to a tall tower, in which Peregrine was hunched over a pedestal table, engrossed in a thick volume of spells.

"Ah, Rosamund. Have you obtained the desired magic?" he asked me pompously.

"Peregrine, I have in fact. Your Highness, what perchance are you reading?" I asked in equal court drawl.

"Rosamund, we aren't in court at this moment," he then turned to the maid to escorted me, "you my dismiss yourself. Now, I'm reading, The Spells of Faerie, and the Surrounding Lands."

"I thank you kindly. Now, may we begin?" I asked. For days I poured over books, practiced, and Peregrine gave me more books. He made me memorize disappearing spells, and transfiguration potions. I gladly drank in the knowledge presented, and wanted more. The days quickly passed, I stayed until good manners became evident, and I had to eat in the huge dining room. I danced, and let my golden hair fall down, and everyone around kept thinking that I am engaged to Peregrine! I hate rumors, and gossip. I walked onto the veranda, and let my wings emerge. They opened to five feet, and fell to my feet. My wings felt like white liquid, caged into a form to hold me aloft. I jumped, and my wings extended, leaving me suspended in air, and I flew. Only in dreams had I experienced such joy. Everything I knew about aviation came back to me, and I landed softly on the lush lawn. I fell onto the grass, and I felt part of everything. I heard my name being called, and a tall black haired man's face came into my field of vision.

"When are you leaving? Now that you regained your magic?" Peregrine asked, sadly.

"I don't know! Maybe next week? I don't know," I answered. I kept wishing I could stay, but in the back of my mind, which in the last few days had grown larger, I wished I didn't need to.

"We need to return," he said softly.

"Yes, as good manners tell us. Rumors will follow," I whispered.

"Who cares about manners, court, and rumors?" he asked. I stepped back, shaken. Court was everything to me, except in Kyria. In Kyria I walked around in my slip, and insulted the prince to his face, my betrothed. Would Prince Charming always be my thorn? In Toren I became a beautiful court lady, in her fine garments, and expensive jewelry. "Rosamund, your life is court."

"Peregrine, I know. Kyria was so much different, I became rebellious, and I-I-I contradicted the prince to his face, and walked around in my slip. In Toren I became what I used to be, a court princess. I had so much more in Toren, rights, thoughts; I couldn't say a thing in Kyria. They have slaves too. I have to marry Charming, to take the queen's power. Little though it may be, I have it. When Charming dies a helped death, I take the crown."

"Rosamund, you are nothing like a court princess. No other princess plans a murder."

"Then you don't know court. We still need to return," I insisted. Peregrine shook his head, and helped me to my feet. He grasped my hand a little too long, and I felt fire rush through my veins. His face turned apologetic, and I blushed, unseen in the gloom. I followed him into the dining room, and excused myself. I needed to leave soon, my marriage ought to be soon, and think about the raucous in Kyria. A knock came from my door, later that night, while I was reading more spell books. "Come in."

"Mistress, his Highness, King Peregrine wants to see you on the veranda," a maid said. I quickly changed into a dark blue dress, which perfectly matched my eyes, and ran over to the veranda.

"Why?" I asked.

"Your country, Kyria, has a search party searching Toren. This is much to my displeasure," Peregrine began.

"Why tell me in such a secluded place?" I asked.

" I wanted to talk to you alone, and not because of what I just told you. Rosamund, do you love Prince Charming?" Peregrine asked me. I was taken aback, it was too personal. I watched his black hair fall into his eyes, and he blew them off his face. I stared into his brown eyes, he was handsome, but not as handsome as Charming. Yet, Charming was dumb, shallow, and Peregrine was smart, and thoughtful.

"No, I want his power," I said simply, but evilly. He looked horrified. "Peregrine, understand me. All my power and say in government was taken away from me by him. Everything, in one kiss."

"I understand." I started to walk away, and he caught my hand. I swung around. Peregrine kissed my lips. I never wanted that kiss to end. I fell in his arms, helpless, and warm. I felt his tongue on my own, and his lips caress my mouth. I was too aware of all the places our bodies touched, from his hands on my back, to my hips, thighs, and his black hair mixed into my own gold strands.

"Peregrine," I panted, "I think I need sleep."

"I agree," he said. I walked off to my room. Fairies don't fall in love, I thought. There are no men in Faerie, many fairies fall in love with each other, but none fall in love with men. I reached my room, changed, and fell into bed, half-asleep. One kiss takes everything away from you, and another gives you everything. What if I didn't leave? I didn't want one person stop me from ruling a whole country, though. The next morning, I slept in. No maid came, to tell me I needed to go up to Peregrine's tower, no one came to tell me to come to breakfast, nothing. Only a letter propped up on my candle. It was in a expensive parchment envelope, sealed with a crown, the official seal of Toren. It read:

Rosamund ~

You were up late; I let you sleep in. If you will, when you wake up, will you meet me in my rooms? We can dine together.

I threw on a dress, and hurried to his rooms.

"I slept late," I explained.

"No harm done. I was waiting," he replied. We ate breakfast, and trudged up to his tower, and to more books. That afternoon I read crunched up in a fluffy chair. Peregrine occasionally gave me another book, but he mostly sat and read in a nearby chair. I knew I had to leave soon to Kyria, but what if I didn't? No, I must.

"Peregrine, I need to start my trip to Kyria in two days," I said, after much thought.

"Two days?" he asked, dismayed.

"Yes."

"Oh." The two days quickly passed. I rode around on Day Lily on their grass, felt the sprigs between my toes, and lost all court behaviors. I returned to my sluttish slips too. My wings held me aloft on my daily flights, and I grew quite good at flying, again. Peregrine sometimes came out onto the lawn, and read as I flew. After I landed we would eat lunch together, and talk. Those two days quickly passed, in bliss. Too quickly were my extra slips and two or three extra satin silk packed. A smile and wave completed my departure. I wondered endlessly why I could call in love with a basically magicless creature, or human, especially because he was a man! Then I realized I wasn't even a whole fairy. I had flesh and blood. Fairies are purely magic, no flesh, blood, or sin. I had sin, I wanted to kill, murder, Prince Charming. I could sin, fall in love, and bleed. Those two weeks of being magicless gave me flesh. I could never reenter Faerie; I was no more a fairy. I let my tears fall, but dry, for hours. I could kill, and love, but never enter my homeland, never rule the utopia.

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And to think…it will take me forever to complete the next chapter. Okay, don't think I can't command you (the reader) to think. You think involuntarily, do you think when convulsively itch insect bites when you forget to put bug-spray on. Nor do you think when you run (yes I have noticed that). That whole paragraph was DUMB!!!