Tamera had been searching and asking for the handsome servant that had spilled red tulip wine on her but none of the others would tell her.

"Please!" she begged the cook who just stared at her stupidly.

"What business is it of yours?" a sassy waitress asked.

"I need to find him. To apologize for what happened," Tamera said averting her attention to the girl.

"Diego Mantchua has no need of you. He's gone and it's because of you upper class snobs," she said angrily.

"Diego, is that his name?" Tamera asked anxiously.

"Why do you care?" the waitress huffed.

"Diego," Tamera tasted the name on her tongue. She hardly paid attention to how all the Underclass cooks and servants were staring at her. "Do you know where I can find him?"

"He doesn't need anybody like you visiting him..." the saucy one stated but was cut off by a small voice.

"He's in the lower part of the castle, Miss," said a small fairiette. A washer girl.

Tamera leaned over and smiled at the girl, "Thank you."

The waitress scowled at the girl and Tamera took off to the lower dungeons.

Diego was in a temporary cell, awaiting a reprimand for nothing. What he couldn't shake was that Tamera Almengod had stood up for him in front of the entire fairy court. She was sorry that he was hurt and that was amazing.

He rubbed his jaw which was turning bright red and purple from that arrogant Royal fairy. It smarted, that was for sure. But what really hurt was his sides from that one punch he had pushed the fairiette out of.

"Hey buddy, d'ya got any food?" came a voice from the cell next to him.

"Sorry," Diego apologized.

"Ah well, I tried," the guy said disappointedly.

"How long have you been here?" he asked.

"Couple of hours,"

"Oh, I just got thrown in,"

"What are you in for?"

"Spilling wine on Tamera Almengod,"

"Isn't she like, the ultra-babe?"

"Hell yes,"

"Dang, you're in trouble. But not as much as me,"

"Well, she wasn't angry about it. It was one of her dumb boyfriends or whoever that beat me up and blamed everything on me and now I'm here. She wasn't angry at all," Diego explained.

"That's what those Royals will do to you. You don't have a damn say about anything,"

"Yeah buddy. So what did you do that was so bad?"

"I crashed Chaiha Heights..."

"FOR REAL?" Diego interrupted, not believing his ears.

"Yeah,"

"How'd you get there, steal a bird?"

"Nope, I flew up..."

"FOR REAL?" Diego asked again, thinking he was not hearing correctly.

"Yeah,"

"Dude, you're talented. But why'd they lock you up and not just beat the shit out of you?" Diego wondered.

"Well...that's only half of it," the guy on the other side of the wall said.

"What else did you do?" Diego couldn't help asking.

"I was sooo tired by the time I got there I collapsed...on Shylie Rovan,"

"FOR FREAKING REAL?" Diego couldn't believe this guy was for real.

"Yeah. She thinks I'm sexy," the guy sighed.

"Now, there I don't believe you,"

"Yeah, well she's in denial too. She threw me in here to resist pouncing on my sexy, sexy, body," the guy said cockily. Diego guffawed.

"And what's your name?"

"Dakota. Dakota Silver," the guy said sticking his arm out and around the bars to shake Diego's hand.

"I'm Diego Mantchua, formerly palace servant," he greeted and shook.

They heard footsteps and stopped shaking hands.

They were tiny feet by the sound. A nice smell filled the dungeon suddenly.

"Whoa," Diego heard Dakota breath as the foot steps got closer.

Diego moved off the cot to see what was going on but came face to face with big, brown, beautiful, eyes.

"Here you are," Tamera breathed relieved.

Diego gasped and fell back. Her beauty was almost paralyzing.

"Don't be afraid, all I want to do is apologize," she said getting closer.

"Not bad at all," Dakota mumbled from the other side looking Tamera over.

Tamera glanced at him and rolled her eyes. Diego was staring at her intensely.

"Okay, you can stop doing that," she said annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Diego snapped out of the trance she was becoming.

"Listen. I saw you and thought you were a Royal. That's why I started talking to you and then that one guy...grrr," she tightened her fists.

"Dang, she's the hottest babe I've ever seen. Nice ass," Dakota murmured.

Tamera stopped 'grrr-ing' and spun around to Dakota.

"Hi, yeah...do I know you? NO. Stop talking about me, because I can HEAR you and you're interrupting me," she said trying to keep a smile on her face.

Dakota's hazy grey eyes widened in surprise but he slunk back into his cell. She obviously did not think he was sexy.

She turned back to Diego. He was still mesmerized.

"I'm going to go if you don't stop doing that," she said impatiently.

"Hold up, I'm not used to this. Just stand there for a couple more seconds so I can soak you up," Diego said holding out his hand.

"Soak me up?" She asked appalled. Maybe this good looking guy was a creepy stalker kinda dude.

"Okay, I'm done," he said and closed them trying to keep the image of her in his eyelids.

"I'm going to free you," she said making his eyes open and losing the vision.

"You are?" his throat went dry.

She lifted her hand to her pinned up hair and took out a sharp bobby pin. Diego smiled and she did too.

With a sly smile she elegantly picked the lock and the cell door swung freely.

"You are so awesome," Diego said stepping out of the cell and seeing Dakota for the first time. "You, good luck," Diego laughed taking Tamera's hand.

"How come I'm the only guy here not getting freed?" Dakota whined smooshing his face against the bars, trying to see them running off.

"So we don't get the temptation to pounce on your sexy, sexy, body!" Diego shouted while laughing.

Tamera's head whipped around and she took a good look at the bothersome prisoner. "So you're the guy who fell on Shylie!"

Dakota lifted his head and smiled. "I'm fa-mous."