Me: Hey y'all! I'm back... Unfortuanetely Drake is not... Due to the fact that he is a dragon and it's actually pretty cold down here... Drake has a cold... (camera pans over to a cave that has steam coming out of it) So, because he obviously can't be my muse today; I borrowed Pippin! (yanks Pippin out to stand beside her). Say 'Hi' to these nice folks Pippin.

Pippin: (confused) 'ello.

Me: AWW! Isn't he such a sweetie! Come here! (gives Pippin a huge bear hug)

Pippen: Urk... This wasn't in my contract!

Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah. (lets go) Anyway... I've been a very bad girl! (hangs head in shame) I've kept you all waiting for too long (blinks and looks at last update date) Holy Cow! I'm sosososososososososo sorry for taking so long. I've have writers block for this one for the longest time...GGGOOOMMMEEENNN! (Runs away from attacking wet noodles)

Pippen: (looks around shyly) Um... ShadowDemoness413 doesn't own anything except her personal characters, and Orel, Nessa, and Uruvel own themselves.

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divine chaosity Me? Leave you hanging? Never... O.K. so maybe I did (backs away slowly). I'm glad you like it so far... (runs away screaming from the wrath of the wet noodles) It's a legitimate excu- reason!

Mrs. Yasha Darakshanian Thanks for the reviews! I'm updating as much as I can, I've been having a little (cough)lot(cough) writer's block and a lot of homework. Sorry!

Ogreatrandom Here you go, I finally updated!

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Me: Don't forget! Any ideas I get that I like will be put in and credit given to the person who suggested it!

Drake: AAAAhhhh-choo!

The Street Queen

Chapter Five

"What did you just call me?" Saira demanded, struggling in the prince's grasp.

"Don't play the simpleton, Saira." Eldarion said, releasing her. "I know who you are, and I recognize your voice."

"So now what? You turn me over to the guards and I am locked away for the rest of my life." Saira let out a caustic laugh. "That's not a good idea."

"No. I had you brought here in hopes that we could become friends." Eldarion said calmly.

"You had me brought here!" Saira yelled. "How in Valar's name did you pull that off?" Eldarion began to speak but Saira cut him off. "No, wait don't tell me. You paid off Tathar to trick me into coming here?" Saira was screeching now.

"No." Eldarion started to say. "I-"

"This is just great!" Saira ranted on, ignoring Eldarion. "I am tricked into coming here by the one person outside of my band that I trust. And now you tell me that you don't mean to hurt or imprison me!" Eldarion tried to speak again.

"Sai-"

"And why the hell are you telling me that you know who I am? If I was any other person you would be dead right now to protect my identity!" Saira stopped speaking and stared at the prince, waiting for him to answer.

"I was not supposed to tell you that I knew who you were. And undoubtably my father will not be pleased to learn that I have."

"So why did you?" Saira snapped, wishing he would get to the damned point.

"I wanted us to be friends, and just now you were so disgusted by me that I figured that true friends would not keep secrets. So I told you that I knew who you were."

"Oh." Saira said, still angry, but pacified for the moment. "Thank you."

Eldarion tried to speak again only to be interrupted by a group of the palace guards bursting in.

"Your Highness! Is everything all right? We heard shouts coming from your room." The captain said.

"No, everything is fine, Captain. Please return to your posts." Eldarion told the alarmed man. "My maid and I were merely debating some finer points of her service." The captain looked at Saira, whose face was still slightly pink.

"If you say so, Your Highness." The captain said in a doubtful voice. He bowed to Eldarion and left to return to his post.

"Now, Saira, is there anything else you wish to... debate?" Eldarion asked Saira.

Saira snickered and shook her head. "No, but I have to get down to the Head Maid's quarters to be briefed further on my duties."

"Alright, I will see you later then." Saira inclined her head and left without another word.

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Saira awoke late that night to the sounds of a scuffle in the adjoining chambers. She was confused as to what might be causing them, until she thought that maybe the prince was intertaining a 'guest'. Saira flushed a bright red and was about to return to sleep when she heard a shout that definetly wasn't from pleasure.

Saira opened her door to see what was going on and stopped dead when she saw five black dressed figures attacking Eldarion... with swords. One of the assassins saw her and threw a sword at her. Saira screamed as loud as she could and ducked, effectively avoiding the sword and calling anyone in hearing range to the room. The assassin pulled an extra sword from the sheathe on his back and continued to fight Eldarion... Who was having trouble holding the four men off and was bleeding from a cut on his shoulder and his back. Saira grabbed a silver candle holder and pulled the sword from the wall, she ran up to one of the assassins and hit him on the back of the head with the candle holder as Eldarion gutted one of the assassins. The royal guard came pouring into the room and attacked the remaining men, one of whom fled out the window and the other was killed by a soldier.

Eldarion stood up cradling his injured arm and wincing as he pulled the cut on his back. "Take that man to my father for questioning as soon as he regains conciousness, until then throw him in a cell." The prince said to the captain. "I will be fine, my maid will attend to my wounds." The soldiers saluted the prince and left dragging the dead assassins and tying the unconsious one up.

Saira had gone for a bowl of water and a cloth when Eldarion had announced that she would look over his wounds. A few moments later she was back with water, a cloth, a bandage, a needle and thread, and some ointment to help the wounds heal. "Take your shirt off so I can look at your injuries." Eldarion tried to obey, as Saira lit some extra candles but his arm and back protested so harshly that he had to bite his tounge to keep from crying out. Saira saw this and put down the items she carried. "Stop, I'll have to do it." Going to stand behind Eldarion she gently pushed the sleep shirt that Eldarion wore up his back, holding the fabric up in a bunch she walked around until she faced him and pulled the shirt over his head. Pulling the bloody garment down off his arms she threw it to a corner of the room. "Sit on the bed." She commanded as she went to the dresser to get the cloth and water.

Saira placed the bowl on the floor and dipped the cloth into the warm liquid. She rung the cloth out and began cleaning the cut that went from his left shoulder to the middle of his chest. Saira couldn't help noticing that he had a very nice body with no extra fat. She could feel her face turning red as she finished with the shallow wound. The cut on his back was shorter and deeper, only about five inches long but an inch deep. Carefully wiping the cut Saira cleaning the drying blood off his back, ignoring Eldarion's hiss of pain she scrubbed a little harder to get a particularly stubborn bit of blood and cloth to come off. When she was convinced that the wound was clean Saira went to get the needle and thread. "Lie down please, so I can see better." When Eldarion was laying down on his stomach Saira began to sew the wound up, ignoring his quiet hisses. When she was done she spread the ointment on the cut and bandaged it. When the prince sat up she gently spread the ointment on his shoulder wound, once again blushing furiously.

"Is that better?" Saira asked after she had finished bandaging his wounds. He turned to look at her and smiled.

"Yes, thank you." Eldarion said. He stood up carefully so that he didn't pull any of his stitches and rummaged through his bearau for a clean night shirt. He turned to Saira after he tried to pull it on unsucsessfully.

"Oh, wonderful." Saira muttered, taking the shirt. "Now I have to dress you too." Eldarion smirked as he watched her rolling the shirt up so it could go on him with the least amount of discomfort.

"Consider yourself lucky, most girls would give anything to be doing this." Saira made a face at him as she pushed the shirt over his head.

"I'm not most girls." Saira said, unrolling the shirt so it hung down to his hips like usual. She didn't notice Eldarion watching her with a strange look in his eyes.

"No you're not." He whispered to himself.

"Hmm?" Saira asked, looking up from where she was checking to make sure his bandages were undisturbed.

"Oh, nothing." Eldarion said. Saira smiled and turned to go back to her room. Eldarion jumped forward and grabbed her hand, Saira turned around in surprise. "I'm probably not going to get back to sleep tonight. Stay up and talk with me?" Saira cocked her head to the side just a bit and gave him an appraising look.

"Alright." She said with a smile.

Me: Well, there it is... finally. I am, once again, oh sosososososososososososososososososoooo sorry for the horrible wait. (cries) I'm evil and low and horrible and I'm gonna go runaway from divine chaos before she strings me up by my toenails and beats me with a wet noodle.

Drake: Well, if you hadn't been so stupid and taken forever-
Me: Oh yeah, over the several months it took to get this written was it really six months? Drake got better and is back to annoying me. I've had absolutely no inspiration for this story and I've been drifting more towards original fiction.

Drake: Which you still suck at.

Me: Shaddup you overgrown lizard-

Drake: DRAGON! DRAG-ON!

Me: Well you certainly are a drag.

Drake: (splutters wordlessly)

Me: So what was I saying? Oh yeah. Drifting towards original fiction and poetry, blahblahblah. If you want to go check those out it's the same penname on I think I'm kinda getting some inspiration for this one, but no promises on when the next chapter will be up. And now the preview!

Preview:

"You egotistical, self-centered, son of a balrog!" A pretty redhaired girl yelled when Eldarion passed her. He stopped and looked at her in surprise.

"I'm sorry, My Lady. Do I know you?" The girl let out a shriek of outrage and launched herself at him, her long, manicured nails poised to attack.

Me: Bwahahahahaha... erm, yea. Let me know how you liked this chapter!