Tamera leaned out on her mountain-room balcony very dreamily. She had just got back from a date with a very handsome fairy named...well she did not know the name of that one. Now that she thought of it, she hardly knew any of their names. 'Their' as in all her suitors.

Being beautiful was not easy. She knew she was, but she never flaunted it like other fairiettes, just laugh and tell her boys to stop complementing her about it. Besides, her tattoo even conveyed the meaning 'beauteous fire.'

The sun was setting on the far edge of the rain forest. Her date was related to the owner of Coko Grotto so she had a pretty good time there hours before.

"Tamera!" she heard banging on her door.

"Shylie?" She asked hearing her best friend on the other side of the stone wall.

"I'm going to the hot springs, wanna come with?" Shylie asked.

"Sure, I need to relax," Tamera exclaimed opening the door and seeing a very disgruntled Shylie Rovan.

"You look like you need to, too," she mentioned as they walked down the chiseled stairs to the spring chamber.

Shylie grunted and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

They soon slid into the steamy water, which relaxed them instantly.

"So what happened?" Tamera asked. She knew something or someone got the best of Shylie that day.

"A stupid Underclass guy flew to Chaiha Heights today," she sighed.

Tamera sat up startled. Her copper blonde hair floated around her shoulders from the sudden movement. "What?"

Shylie slid deeper into the water so it was up to her chin.

"He flew to the Heights," she grumbled.

"How can that happen? An Underclass? Did he use magic or something?" Tamera asked very intrigued.

"Nope. The creep flew up without anything but his wings," Shylie said like the conversation was boring her.

"So what's making you so mad?" Tamera asked and Shylie really didn't want to tell her the details. But Tamera was her best friend and she had to.

"When he arrived he was so exhausted he fell on me..."

"NO!" Tamera interrupted with round brown eyes. Shylie gave her a rude look. "Sorry."

"Then that made me mad so I took him back here and jailed him," Shylie finished her woeful tale.

"Shylie!" Tamera exclaimed surprised. Shylie was known to have temper tantrums but to throw some fairy in jail for that?

"It was terrible Tamera. He was MOCKING me the whole way back. He thinks I think he's 'sexy'," she rolled her eyes in disgust.

Tamera burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" Shylie glared at her and splashed some water in her direction.

"Do you?" Tamera asked much too interested to splash back.

"Do I what?" Shylie asked confused.

"Think he's sexy?"

"NO!" Shylie barked instantly.

Tamera continued laughing loudly.

"Never mind. You just don't understand. They wouldn't dare to mock you 'Miss Foxy Fairy'," Shylie shot at her.

"Trust me, if I could share this beauty, I'd give it to anyone who wanted it," Tamera stopped laughing and turned serious.

"Oh please," Shylie groaned.

"No truly. Swear it. I'd even share it with some Underclass fairiette," Tamera swore boldly.

"You're not joking?" Shylie asked suddenly curious.

"I can't even remember my dates' names for crying out loud. If I could just have one man who cared about me enough...I'd give anything," Tamera said running her hand through the hot water. She noticed the tips of her fingers were wrinkling. "Ha, ha, I think I've been in here long enough." She showed her hands to Shylie.

Shylie agreed and they wrapped themselves in deer skin to dry off. They swiftly went to their rooms to change and agreed to meet in the hall lobby for supper.

Tamera decided to wear a rose petal top with a long Iris petaled skirt that went past her toes. She brushed her wet copper blonde hair and applied butterfly dust to her eye lids.

It was almost supper time and she knew the minute she'd enter the public area, she would be surrounded by men.

Three more steps...two more...one more step...into the hall where the fairies were.

She closed her eyes anticipating the first move of any male in the room. A couple seconds...

"Hullo gorgeous," she heard a man greet. She scrunched her eyes closed hoping she'd turn invisible so no one could see her yet.

There was silence. Maybe he went away? She slowly opened one eye and saw him. Quickly, she shut it again.

"Um...Miss?" he asked unsure.

Tamera hated to be rude. She was so passive about these things sometimes.

"Excuse me, but are you ill?" he asked worried.

She couldn't take it anymore. "No." she said and finally opened her brown eyes to the world.

He nodded and offered his arm for her to take to go walk. He was an 'adorable' Royal. She shrugged an took it half heartedly. Her last date was better than this. Actually the one guy she went with about five days ago was the best out of that month.

The math she was doing in her head made her dizzy. She spotted Julius Rovan and quickly left the guy she was with.

"Hey" she greeted, walking up to him.

"Yo, Tamera. Where were you all day?" Julius asked turning toward her.

"With some fairy who was a relative to the Coko Grotto Rave owner," she answered.

"That's a good way to remember him. Let another one go without getting his name?" Julius laughed. Even though Tamera was his sister's best friend, he enjoyed occasionally chatting with her. "By the way have you seen Dallas Ferra? He stole my bird."

"What a fiend! If I knew who he was, I'd turn him in," Tamera said very disturbed.

"Um, he's my best friend. No need to turn him in. He probably took Serus to impress a chick from Chaiha Heights," Julius explained.

"Oh. Hey! Did you hear about the Underclass who FLEW up to Chaiha Heights?" Tamera asked because she knew sometimes Julius hung there.

"Are you playing with me?" Julius asked in shock.

Tamera shook her head back and forth.

"No I must have left before that happened," Julius grumbled disappointedly. "What did they do to him?"

"Well, he fell on Shylie from exhaustion and she threw him into the dungeons," Tamera bit her lip. That was a cold move, even for Shylie.

Julius stared at Tamera with glee. She regretted telling him because now he could bug his sister about it. Julius suddenly laughed and hugged Tamera.

"Julius! Please don't bother Shylie about this," she begged.

"Sorry, Tamera. She's been nothing but a full throttle bitch to me since mid-winter and I have to get her back," Julius explained.

Tamera knew where he was coming from but if Shylie knew SHE had told him it would be her neck. "Okay, you can tease her but if she asks just tell her you heard it from gossipers and not me."

Julius agreed.

"What are you so happy about?" Dallas asked walking in the room.

"Get this. Some Underclass guy flew up to Chaiha Heights and fell on Shylie so she locked him up," Julius told excitedly.

"Get out! Poor guy," Dallas laughed.

Tamera quietly slipped away from them and looked around for more people to talk to. Curse Shylie for being late, she was supposed to be out there by then.

She saw some advancing men. Not to be too obvious she went the other direction. If she had to choose she was going to get the most handsomest. Even though they were all fine.

She spotted one standing in the corner of the dining hall all by himself. She carefully avoided the ones eyeing her and went to him.

"Hullo," she breathed when she was standing next to him.

"Uh..." he burbled in surprise.

"What's the matter? Wild cat have you're tongue?" she giggled flirtatiously sending the other men away. She had chosen.

"No," he smiled awkwardly but eased up a little.

He was quite a looker with light chestnut-colored locks and honey hazel eyes. Oh, and he had a supreme body with the right amount of muscular features. Maybe she would remember his name.

"What's you're name?" she asked and tried to concentrate to remember it when spoke it.

"My name is Dieg..." he started but another Royal who couldn't take a hint walked up to them.

Tamera turned around angrily, ready to scold the guy for interrupting him.

"Why are you talking to such a lady?" the Royal asked meanly to the hot one.

"Uh..." the guy burbled embarrassed like he did before.

"Why do talk to him in such a way? He was about to say something but you rudely interrupted!" Tamera exploded.

The Royal looked surprised but then smiled wickedly at the hot fairy and in a revealing voice spoke, "Since when does my lady care what an Underclass fairy has to say?"

Tamera's breathing stopped for a split second. An Underclass fairy? How? WHY? He sheepishly looked at the ground in embarrassment while Tamera stared at him.

"Why don't we go elsewhere. He seems to have upset you," the Royal suggested holding out his arm. Tamera was too numb with disappointment to decline so she followed along.

She almost floated along silently feeling a great loss. How could that fairy be an Underclass?

"Tamera!" waved Shylie who finally arrived.

"Shy!" Tamera greeted and left the rude Royal a taste of his own medicine by running off.

"What's wrong? You look sad," Shylie asked as soon as Tamera was near enough to see her face.

"Nothing," Tamera said. After all the loss was only an Underclass...the freakingest finest Underclass to ever walk the kingdom.

Shylie gave her a suspicious look. After a while everyone sat down at the long dining table of the Royals'. Not all the Royals' were there though. Others were out late at raves or out doing something. If they remembered to have dinner then they came over to the palace.

Tamera sat next to Shylie and unfortunately, the rude fairy Royal. He passed her the salted beets but she did not thank him. He was cute but he was a pig.

Before they ate, they all stood because the King had to make a toast. Since Shylie was his daughter and future queen, she was sitting at the front and Tamera was next to her. Julius was sitting closest on the opposite side with the Dallas (or was it Dalton?) man.

"I would like to thank those who remembered to eat tonight," the king began and a few chuckles arose from the long table. "You all need to remember to respect my daughter, Shylie for she will become queen very soon and she could do anything she wants with you fairies." he concluded and others laughed at his comment.

Tamera noticed Julius roll his eyes in disgust. She hoped he would leave the Chaiha incident alone until after dinner.

Servants who worked at the palace for a living came around and poured Red Tulip wine into their stem glasses.

Shylie caught sight of muscular arms holding a wine jug in front of her. She looked up and saw it was the handsome Underclass. He smiled down at her and didn't pay attention to how much filled her glass was.

She couldn't rip her eyes away from him but when the red liquid overflowed onto her lap she shrieked in horror and lost contact.

"Insolent boy!" the Royal fairy yelled and pushed the Underclass away from Tamera.

Shylie quickly grabbed a cloth and helped Tamera soak up the wine. "I hope it doesn't stain."

Tamera could care less about her skirt. She was only distracted by the coldness running down her legs.

"How can you be so clumsy?" the Royal continued to shout and push the poor Underclass.

Some other fairies were watching in interest. Watching an Underclass being beat up was a fun sport.

Tamera swung her head around to see the Royal punch the handsome face of the fairy.

"STOP!" screamed Tamera jumping in between them.

"He's a klutzy fool!" the Royal objected and tried picking the guy up.

Julius was leaning over the table watching as was Dallas.

"Tamera what's wrong with you?" Shylie asked with the dripping red cloth.

"I don't care, leave him alone! He didn't do anything wrong," Tamera shouted grabbing the Royals arm with her nails. Her strands of hair were in her face and her brown eyes were round and crazy.

"He spilt wine on you. Are you blind?" he asked withdrawing his hand and going toward the Underclass again.

Tamera blocked the way.

"Are you hurt?" she asked quietly bending down to the fairy. He shook his head no and she saw a bruise forming on his perfect cheek bones. This angered her.

"You beast!" she cried to the Royal. "You had no right to hurt him!" Everyone stared at her in shock. The Royal looked taken aback. He was trying to impress her but it back fired and this angered him.

"Well, you're nothing but a little slag Miss Tamera, go ahead protect this scum but it won't make you any purer by doing so," he said and everyone gasped.

Tamera's glare faded and tears swelled up in her eyes.

"I may look like one, but no one can be more evil and boorish and disgusting as you!" she shouted with blurred vision.

She couldn't tell what kind of look was on his face but froze in horror when she saw he was going to throw a blow at HER.

Someone pushed her out of the way and she landed on the floor. Immediately after, a hard 'thwack' of the Royals fist against flesh.

There was silence. Icy silence, chilling silence. A loose tear dropped from her eye and everyone could hear it hit the marble floor and splatter.

She looked up to see the angry Royal. Everyone was staring at something else besides her. Whipping her head around, she saw the Underclass sprawled beneath the Royal.

"What is this?" roared the king finally overcoming his state of hunger.

"Your highness, he spilt wine over this lady and needed to be punished," he explained. The king nodded and looked at Tamera.

"This Royal called me a slag and tried punching me but this Underclass pushed me out of the way and received the blow himself," Tamera cried.

The king turned back to the Royal for an explanation.

"I was trying to give the blow to him because I saw he was going to push her," he lied.

"LIAR!" Tamera barked and picked herself up, trying to shove the piggish Royal.

"Tamera! Calm down!" Shylie yelled while blockading her.

"Yes, fine. Reprimand him and that will be end of this discussion," the king concluded looking back to his plate of food hungrily.

"But you're highness! He saved me. HE should be reprimanded," Tamera said and pointed at the Royal.

"I said this discussion is over," the king repeated.

Tamera felt tears coming again. Was there no justice? This fairy had the figure and face of a god and yet no one could see it. All they could see was that he was an Underclass.

Before the guards reached him she leaned over him and wiped a bloody scrape with a piece of cloth.

"Thank you," she whispered as the guards' hands grabbed his limp body and drug him off.

Shylie tried helping her friend up but Tamera pushed her away and ran out of the room.