Shylie rubbed her wrist after Dakota had released it. He was a brute. She would show him. She turned to him and stuck out her tongue.

"You are very gullible. Do you think I would ever let something like you out?" She taunted.

"What!" Dakota growled. The playfulness in him had vanished.

"You can rot in there for all I care," she said and flew away. "SUCKER!"

Around the corner, she heard him laugh. He laughed wildly. "Watch it princess, you'll be embarrassed very quickly!"

What was that supposed to mean? If it was about that little 'curse' he put on her it wasn't working. She used her shoulder muscles and fanned her wings. He was stupid and she had missed the big luncheon.

She floated up the dungeon stairs and thought his little 'curse' was bull.

She landed and started to fly again but something cramped up in her shoulders. Her wings wouldn't move and they laid limply along her back.

"What in the nine Hells?" she said and clenched her fists.

Okay, maybe the dumb guy did know his stuff. But she had no clue how to counter it.

She turned around and walked hastily down the dungeon stairs again.

Dakota had his arms hanging through the bars and looked at her as she stood in front of him, with a drunken smile.

"Get rid of it," she growled.

"What? Did you happen to loose your grace?" he smiled with slyness.

"Get rid of it," she stated again.

"Let me take a bath," he said.

"NO!" she shouted.

"Then you will never ever fly again. You will be the handicapped princess queen and will have to walk everywhere. This will make you get wrinkles and stress marks and THEN, only then will your looks match your personality! HAH! An UGLY fairy! And for the Earthies leader too. I wonder what the other kingdoms will think. The Flame Sprites will surely burst their sides open from laughing, the Aquatics will take their lakes back in fear of having your ugliness touch it, and the Wind Pixies will never give our lands gales or breezes again. And I don't care about that, all that matters is that you get what you deserve and you deserve to be the hag queen-o-fairies! Even my sexiness is unworthy of you're presence!" Dakota laughed wildly but his grey eyes glared at her in bitter hate the whole time.

Shylie stared at the mad fairy. He had just spilled out the most spiteful and hateful words to her that she had ever heard. They were cynical and filled with such raw anger, she didn't even notice a crystal clear tear form in her eye.

He drew back and saw that he had made her cry. Good. She deserved it.

"Why...why did you say those things to me?" she asked awkwardly and let the tear roll down her face but wiped it off.

Dakota went up to the bars again to face her, "because you are heartless, cruel, evil, and everyone seems to see that except for you."

Shylie shrunk back to the far stone wall. There was a lump in her throat that felt like it was going to burst.

Dakota turned his back and went to sit in the corner of his cell.

She slid down and brought her knees to her chin and buried her face in her legs and heaved giant sob.

Dakota stared at her trembling form. The princess was sobbing uncontrollably because of him. He should have felt proud but he felt pathetic, just like a Royal.

"Com'on, stop crying," Dakota said getting annoyed.

After a few more sobs, she turned her head to look at him. He was far from her and on the other side of the bars. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were blotchy. "You're right."

"Excuse me?" Dakota lifted an eye brow.

"All I do is cause people grief. I pick on my bother, whine and complain to my mother and father, demand that everyone does something for me, give no thanks to any guards, lead my suitors on like there's hope, and treat things like you like crap," she spoke softly.

"Well you have it pretty good," Dakota snapped.

Shylie shook her head, "No. I don't. If I had it good, then why am I crying?"

Dakota shrugged, "because of me."

"You may think it was you and I bet you're very happy that I'm miserable but it wasn't you that's making me cry. It's my life. I have nothing to strive for, have no hobbies, hell...I've never even seen 'excitement.'" She told him in a strong voice.

"Boo-fucking-hoo," Dakota said.

Shylie stood walked over to the keys. Before Dakota knew what was happening, she had unlocked the cell, marched up to him and 'SMACK!'. A fresh hand print was nicely stinging on his cheek.

"Why you little..." Dakota grabbed her shoulders.

A fresh batch of tears bubbled up from her eyes and flowed down her face, "Go, just leave. You're free."

Dakota's frown turned to surprise. She was emotionally unstable or something.

He didn't really want to leave her in the state she was in. "No, I'm getting my bath first."

She stared at him and saw that the playfulness in his stony grey eyes had returned. And whether she wanted to admit that or not, it was a relieving comfort to her.