Shylie awoke from her bed of fur and flower aromas very sleepily. She had a long night. First she went looking for Tamera, who had disappeared, then she couldn't find her dumb brother. Her brother never did come back after she told him to go see if that Dakota guy was suffering. With a moan, she trudged down to the hall.

Everyone stared at her.

"What?" she demanded angrily.

A fairiette timidly spoke, "We're so sorry."

"About what?" she snarled (not a morning fairy).

The fairiette just shuttered her wings and flew off.

Shylie was growing angry. Why wouldn't they explain things? She was future queen and she had the right to know!

She floated into the throne room where her father and mother were having breakfast.

Her mother was crying over her tea and her father was talking to some consuls.

"WHAT is going on?" she demanded.

"Shylie, don't interrupt!" Her father shouted and her face turned red with humiliation. Even being future queen, she could still be chided.

"Mother!" she whined.

Her Mother looked at her tearfully and wept into a cloth.

So Shylie slumped down at a seat and mooched some of the honey bread off the breakfast platter.

"My liege, a guard said he was last seen in the dungeons. He was taking a prisoner back to their cell. Then approximately at 10:30 his bird was seen flying away with two fairies riding it. They reported one was the infamous..." the consul looked around cautiously, Shylie had to lean in to hear, "Blaire Rye."

The king gasped. "She's escaped! WHY WASN'T I INFORMED THE INSTANT IT HAPPENED!" he roared.

"That awful wench!" cried her mother.

"Do you have any idea what she will do if she's loose? She causes mayhem, riots, revolts...she puts hatred for Royals into the hearts of all the Underclass kind!" her father went on.

"My baby is gone!" cried her mother.

"Who is?" Shylie asked very confused.

"Your brother!"

"Oh," Shylie thought while a smile crept up to her lips.

Her mother smacked her against her head, "OW!"

"Shylie, don't even think of smiling at a time like this," her mother growled.

"Fine, I'm leaving!" Shylie retorted and marched off. She would expect them to dote on her since she was eldest, prettier, smarter, and for freaking out loud - future queen! But nooo, they had to worry about poor baby Julius. She growled and shook her head in frustration. She was walking fast down the long hallway and before she could think, she turned to the place that led to the dungeons.

Checking each cell she passed, she finally found the Dakota that had fallen on her. He was on a wooden bunk, asleep. His mouth open, his hair messy, and she saw some drool.

"GET UP!" she threw a rock through the bars that hit the stone wall above his head. He opened his eyes sleepily.

"Wha...?" he groaned lifting his head.

"WAKE UP!" she screamed louder.

He turned and saw her. He grinned, "I was wondering when I'd be seeing you again," he taunted and did a mocking bow of his head.

"Oh shut up," she growled and crossed her arms.

"So what honor do I owe you for this visit?" he asked sitting up and stretching. She watched as his back muscles rippled awake, and his wings spread and closed the sleep out.

"I don't know," she admitted.

He stopped stretching and whirled to look at her, "It wasn't because I'm sexy, was it?" he asked.

She glowered at him and threw another rock.

"GUARD! SHE'S THROWING THINGS AT ME!" he yelled.

"Quiet! It's still early. Besides there are no guards here in the morning," she hissed and straightened up.

"So what's new in the outside world? I can't possibly know since I'm spending eternity locked up for collapsing on you," He said and dug dirt from under his fingernails.

"Welll, my brother disappeared. They think Blaire Rye kidnapped him," she smiled.

"Whoa! Go Blaire!" Dakota shouted and looked up with cheer.

Shylie frowned; she didn't like sharing the same emotions as an Underclass... ESPECIALLY this one.

"Aw, you look so sad," Dakota said and went up to the bars.

"Well, I've been having a bad morning," Shylie said calmly.

Dakota smiled.

"Wha-at?" she asked suddenly aggravated at him again.

"You and Blaire Rye would be perfect friends. You're like her twin, she uses the act as you do," he laughed.

"What act?" Shylie demanded.

"The act where you act all innocent to get sympathy and are really, deep down, DEEP down...evil," he had said it so casually that it annoyed her.

"Screw you!" Shylie said reached out to pinch him.

He was too quick and grabbed her hand tightly.

"Let go," she demanded but he did not obey.

"Yes, you're very much like Blaire. But the big difference is that you've been caught whilst she never does. That, and she charms the mind while you abuse the Royal power to getting what you want. Tantrums are your weapon Shylie, but they only work because you're part of the Dynasty," He said solemnly studying her delicate wrists.

"Don't ever compare me to an Underclass," She said darkly, "and for the last time, let go of my hand."

"There's nothing you can do to me if I don't," he answered smugly.

Shylie's baby blue eyes widened in surprise. It was true, for no guards were near and she hadn't needed to learn any spells since she had everything already. He had found her in a state of vulnerability. Curse her for telling him that there were no guards!

"I'll scream!" she threatened, "and when they see, you'll be killed."

"Who is to hear your screams?" he asked calmly.

Shylie thought. No one. No other prisoners were on this deck and the stone walls were thick. No one.

"What do you want, Underclass?" she whispered with hate.

"First. My name is Dakota. Dakota Silver, call me by my frickin' name." he said a little angered. Then he smiled, "I want you to free me."

"Never!" she growled.

"So you really want to keep my sexiness all to yourself?" he grinned.

"Oh, I hate you!" she said struggling out from his grasp.

He held tight, so it was no use, she was just wearing herself out. She grunted in frustration and with her free hand wiped her sun bleached hair out of her eyes.

"Of course you hate me. I can diss on you without being hurt," he chuckled.

"Can't you think of anything else besides that?" she asked.

Dakota thought. He scratched his head but chunks of dried dirt crumbled off and fell to the floor. He realized he smelt of sweat and blood and any other thing in the forest.

"Can I get a bath?"

Shylie took a look at him. He could definitely use one.

"Fine, but you have to let me go so I can get the key," she said pointing down the corridor.

"Do you think I'm stupid or something? If I let go you'll fly away and I'll never be clean. I'll start growing mold and crap on my skin, my eyelashes will be caked with dried mud, and my armpits will have such a stench that if I raise my arms I'll kill somebody!" He said angrily.

"Oh calm down, I even think you need a bath," she said trying to fly away.

"Yes, that may be, but you are cruel enough to let me stay dirty until I'm a fairy dirt pie," he exclaimed.

"I'm not cruel enough to deny a fairy to some cleanliness," she objected.

He looked her over. She seemed honest. "Fine. But...if you don't return... 'Å£∑µ†å§ çøß∑ø£I§'" he chanted and pointed at her and smiled slightly, "You'll lose your flying ability." and he let her go.