In a bit of a hurry so…………

And to address a question from a reviewer: Yes Serenity knew Victor wrote the letter, since hello, she went to his manor, and her best friend, Gabriel, in the world was there and well….suffice to say, he confirmed what she read from the letter.

Also, though my story does not take place precisely in da middle ages, I know politics was extremely important back then when kings ruled the world.

I'm no history buff, but I've passed enough history classes and wrote many term papers to know that monarchies were revered back when they held all the powers.

Not to sound defensive, but if you're gonna attack me, get da fucking facts before you do. I appreciate criticism, in fact, I encourage it, but when u have baseless ones, yeah, it's gonna tick me off.

Other den dat, have a dandy day

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The noises. All around him. At first, it was a soft murmur. Now it escalated to a loud whirring, clouding his ears. Everything was going out of control. The light was too bright, burning his eyes and blinding him from sight.

The letter drifted to the floor, its words resounding in his ears. He blew out the candles and flew down the stairs. Running to the stables, he grabbed the reins of the first horse he spotted and hiked up onto it.

Full speed toward Vaneri, Endymion's heart was pounding in his chest. His face was placid but not his eyes. His eyes held something not many saw in him the last few months.

It was hope.

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For the first time in her life, Serenity was scared. Being trapped in the castle didn't hold a candle to what she was feeling now. The letter had been sent yesterday and no reply came. She was beginning to worry. How would he react?

"Sere, don't worry. He'll be discreet. Endymion might've been brash in the past, but he knows when to hold it all in," Maya tried to calm her nerves but nothing was working.

"He's going to take him away from, Maya! I mean, what King doesn't want his heir?" Serenity was pacing her room, her hands flying past her face.

Gabriel was seated at her desk, his eyes in deep thought. Victor was holding the baby prince, rocking him to sleep after taking him from the wet nurse.

"Serenity, you must remain calm," Gabriel finally said, his eyes unwavering.

"Not when my son is involved," she couldn't stop her frantic nerves but did sit down, reaching for her baby.

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The horse was forgotten, a distant memory as he approached the gates. Soldiers eyed him warily, their swords drawn.

"I request an audience with Her Highness," his voice was strong and confident.

"Just a moment, Your Highness," a guard left and within minutes, came back and opened the gates for him.

His body was giddy as he walked up the stairs leading to her bedroom. He had rehearsed the moment they would meet again. Though now under different circumstances, the feeling was the same.

Composing himself, he knocked on door, and when it opened, it revealed Maya and her husband.

Surprisingly, she smiled and left, her companion following her. When he went inside, he saw Victor by the window, watching him with deep fascination.

"Do good, ol' boy," he said sternly, concern in his eyes.

The door was closed. Serenity was on the bed, breast-feeding the baby. He treaded slowly, not wanting to scare her or the baby.

"You…got here fast," she said, breaking the silence.

"I couldn't believe my eyes when I read it," he stopped in front of her, in perfect view of his son.

He was, simply put, beautiful. Bundled up in a silk sheath, his face was flushed as he drank from his mother. Though closed, Endymion was able to see his blue eyes when he sleepily opened them.

"My son?" he still couldn't grasp the concept.

"Yes, your son," she smiled at him. When the baby was done, she burped him and turned him over to his father.

"He wants to meet you," she held him out, waiting for Endymion to make the next move.

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She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Her heart was pounding and sweat broke out on her forehead.

He was beside her on the bed, cooing at the baby who was wide awake.

"Have you given him a name yet?" he asked, facing her.

She was blown away by the intensity of his eyes. The cobalt blue pierced her soul and made her want to kiss them.

"No, I have not," she whispered, her voice growing hesitant as she continued to stare at him.

"Why did you tell me of him?" Endymion ventured.

"I-I don't know," she sighed and stood up, walking to the window.

The sun was dying down; everyone was preparing to close their eyes for the night.

They stayed quiet for the rest of the night, while Endymion held their son.

Her eyes would stray, following the contours of his face as he played tiny games with the babe, and her face would flush as memories of their love-making would seep in.

She resigned herself from her worrying and finally asked him the question that had been bothering her since the beginning.

"Do you plan on taking him away from me?" she murmured, but he heard it clearly.

"No. I do not," his eyes left his son and dropped on hers.

When night finally came, Serenity took the baby from his reluctantly arms and placed him in his crib, which was in the connecting room.

"I've had a room made up for you," she said tentatively.

"Thank you," he tried not to show the shock on his face and smiled at her.

"Good night," he said, leaving the room.

It was all on impulse what she did next.

"Wait!" she stopped him in his tracks with the tone of her voice.

He turned to her and waited expectantly.

"Why did you do it?"

"Do you really want me to answer that? I thought it was obvious," he came closer to her, his height towering over her. She tried not to be afraid but his oozing aura filled her.

"Yes, I do," she whispered, her voice husky.

"Because I couldn't stand the fact of someone else sharing your body, your love other then me," he finished, crashing down on her lips and kissing her deeply.

She didn't know why, but she didn't resist. The past simply disappeared from her mind and all she could feel, all she could see was their love.

The betrayal, her imprisonment as well as Victor's was gone. His cruel treatment had vanished with the wind and left her wanting more of his lips.

Serenity's breathing was harsh now as he kissed down her throat, all over her sensitive skin and on her face.

Her hands gripped his shoulders to keep up with him. He whispered things to her but she couldn't hear them; the blood was rushing to her head too fast and clouded out every other sound.

She was dying. Her heart was racing, and her skin was on fire. His hand fingered the strap of her dress and pulled it down her shoulder, letting it slip past her forearm.

"No, I can't do this. I'm married," she said the words but didn't mean it. She continued to let him kiss her.

Fuck it. Victor bedded many women and didn't even love her. Husband by sight but not by heart. And while he was able to sate his urges, she was left by herself to dream of a man she thought she would never see again.

"Endymion," she begged. She knew if he didn't stop now, they wouldn't be able to in a couple of seconds when she would surrender her body to him.

"Hmm?" he muttered absently. He had pushed her against the wall and was roving her body with his mouth and his needy hands.

"Stop me or I'll regret it," she sucked on his throat; she didn't feel him stop and heed her words.

"Endy," she whimpered. It was wrong, all of it. Oh, but how good it felt!

He picked her up and put her on the bed. She looked up at him and watched as he undressed himself then went to her gown.

"I-I…" her words were cut by Endymion kissing her, soft and sweet.

Her mind was going crazy. What was she doing! She was a married woman, albeit, to a man who had never touched or lain with her, but married nonetheless.

But her heart, her heart was telling her of her son. This was his father, the man she truly loved and belonged with.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he asked as he positioned himself over her, his member waiting at her entrance.

"Stop," but her eyes said otherwise and she knew it. He knew it too.

He went in swiftly, and felt her clench at the alien intrusion. She was tight, all the better; he would work his magic on her all over again.

She started to moan as he rotated him hips, grinding, until it sent both of them to oblivion.

She matched his movements with hers and soon, they were in perfect harmony; their rhythm in sync with each other.

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She was sore all over and could barely move when the sun hit her face. The sky was clear; a bright blue.

Glancing beside her, she saw a tuft of black locks, an odd contrast on the starkly white pillow. Snuggling down lower, she finally found his face; eyes closed and breathing steady.

Leaning in, she kissed his lids, then his nose and then his mouth. This woke him up, pursuing her lips when she pulled away.

His tongue caressed hers and they danced, as if in a waltz, hurried but soft.

"You need to go back. Madiri will wonder where their King is," she didn't want him to go but reality had set in.

"I won't go if you don't want me to," he was stalling, she could tell, but she played along.

"What will people say? I'm married," her heart broke as the words left her lips but his face didn't grow sad. This confused her.

"I didn't want to bring this up, but your marriage to him is invalid," he stood up, holding the sheets to his muscled torso.

"What are you talking about?" she sat up also, her eyes flaring.

"Marriage law, as you so long ago told me, states that unless a betrothal contract is reversed, the current marriage is null and void. Our contract, my little Serenity, was never reversed. It was the one thing Nikil failed to do when he took you from me," she stayed silent, her mind still reeling.

This meant she committed no infidelity; that she had in fact slept with her husband.

"And when did you plan to tell me?" her voice was steady, calm.

"When you forgave me of my sins," he answered sadly.

She didn't know what to say or feel. Yes, her heart was rejoicing at the fact that she was with the man she loved, but could she forgive him?

"And how long do you think it willtake? How long before you can forgive me and finally let me be your husband?" he questioned her, his pitch deep.

She looked at him and said nothing.

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Wat do ya say people? Should she forgive him?

……..Forgive me for da short chappy. But on da chance dat I might be busy da next few days (like 2 or 3) I needed to post dis, like, now.

And don't worry about Victor. Da guy knows she loves Endymion and I doubt he'll mind IF they were to ever get back together again.(See, I'm not gonna say wat happens next, hehe)

Luv it, hate it, jst send me mucho feedback. I'm bored and I luv to read something dat concerns da thoughts of others.