Title: Kingdom of Treason

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Sailor Moon

Authors Notes: Wow, thanks everyone so much for reviewing the first chapter. I'm glad you like it so much. I'll try to get more chapters up soon. I've already written most of the story, it's just a matter of editing them and making them ready for you to read. As some of you know, that can take longer than actually writing the story. For all your Dark Deceiver readers, I promise I haven't forgotten it. I'm working on the next chapter right now and hopefully it'll be up in a day or two.

Thank you to Sunshine. I made the change. Thank you so much for pointing out my mistake.

Serenity looked around her in awe. The room she was in was one of the largest she had ever seen.

"You will wait here," the servant said gruffly.

She was in his bedroom.

Serenity took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She stood obediently in the center of the room, waiting for him.

Only this morning she was sure she would be passed from man to man and be unable to find someone to be true to. And now she had just been given as a gift to the Kings brother. What he might do with her she had no idea, but at least it was just one man as apposed to many this night.

She couldn't help but giggled softly when she remembered Mina's dream of being with the prince. She would be so jealous of her right now.

When finally the servants had all left, Serenity relaxed. It was unlikely the prince would leave the party anytime soon, so she didn't have to stay perfectly poised at this moment. She sat down on the end of the bed, running her hands over the silk sheets. Everything was so rich and elegant. It didn't seem to completely match the dark man who had picked her out. He was the only one at the party she had seen completely dressed in black. She wondered why. The Kingdoms colors were bright shades of orange and red, and even the King was draped in them. Why would the Prince choose to be dressed in the color of darkness?

She knew she should be nervous, but she wasn't really. She had spent her whole life preparing for this moment, and the whirl wind of a day had completely taken away any fear she might have felt and left her breathless and calm.

She noticed the books that lined the wall farthest away from his bed, and stood to walk softly over to them. It wasn't really common to have books in your bedroom like this. The palace would of course have a library. She ran her fingers over the first few, and then stopped to look at them.

Most of them were very old with worn leather and cream pages. She pulled one out and opened it to the very first page.

My dearest Endymion, you are always in my heart, mother.

Serenity closed the book and pulled out the next one. Again she opened to the first page.

Let your courage rise of its own accord, it will never be unfaithful, mother.

She pulled out book after book, and each one had another inscription, all from his mother. The old Queen had died a few years ago. Serenity remembered the day because it was the first day the lady had canceled all their classes, dressed them in black, and made them sit still in respect without food for the whole day. It had been terrifying. But the Old Queen was supposed to have been one of the kindest and most honored royals in history.

She slowly put the book back, wondering why a mother would give her son so many books. Each one had such a loving message in it. She wondered if the King had the same row of books in his own room.

"Find something you like?"

Serenity spun around to look at the prince standing in the doorway, and her heart seemed to stop high in her throat making it hard to breath. She was frozen to her spot, caught snooping through his person things. She cursed herself for her stupidity as she stared at him wide eyed, waiting for his punishment. She might have just ruined her one chance of not being passed from man to man.

But he didn't reprimand her. Instead he walked leisurely towards her, and then looked at the books.

"Can you read?" He asked.

It was not an unreasonable question. Most of the other girls couldn't read. Mina hadn't been able to until Serenity had taken the time to teach her. She had only learned herself because one of the cooks had liked her enough to teach her.

"Yes, I can read," she answered steadily.

Endymion looked at her curiously, then pulled out a book and opened it, reading the inscription. She wanted to know what it said. He smiled slightly, and then put it back.

"What's your favorite book?"

She gulped softly. "I have only read three books," she said. "The poems of love by Selene were my favorite."

His eyes on her were unnerving, just like they had been in the crowded room where he had chosen her. But she was determined not to be intimidated by him. If she was, then she would fail in her role. She had to be firm and steady, and show him that she wasn't afraid. Even though she was.

"Do you believe in love?"

She wasn't sure how to answer. She wasn't even really sure what he was asking. "Yes, I do."

"Do you believe that you'll fall in love?"

She shook her head softly. "No, I don't."

"Then what's the point in believing in it?"

Serenity suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over her and she was shocked to realize that it came from the man standing in front of her. His blue eyes were stormy, showing every emotion possible and yet showing no emotion at all. She wondered what exactly he was hiding from.

"I have a friend whom I lived with my whole life, Mina. She is the sweetest person one could ever hope to meet and yet she is doomed to the same fate as I. I believe that one day she will fall in love and live a full and beautiful life."

"You are more satisfied with seeing your friend find love then hoping you might find it for yourself?"

"She is my family."

Endymion nodded to her and took a few steps away. She realized then just how close he had been standing to her. The soft smell of musk and roses was left hovering around her, and it made her weak at the knees. She saw now how tall he was. His lean body was held high and proud, and yet she noticed a small tired drag of his shoulders.

"My brother wanted nothing more then to toy with me in front of our guests," he said softly. "You are not doomed to this fate."

Serenity wasn't sure what to do. He had just told her that he didn't really intend to use her, and yet that was what she was here for. He stood next to his bed, pulling off the thick golden rings that decorated his strong arms and placed them gently on the small table beside his bed.

He looked tired and sad, and Serenity felt it pull at her heart. Here was a man who stood in the spotlight, and was loved by everyone around him, and yet she could tell now that he was completely alone in the palace. The celebration that had accompanied his return has lasted only that day, and now he couldn't see it anymore.

She took a deep breath, and then walked up behind him.

She could tell he was aware of her presence by the way he stopped and waited. Slowly, she touched the fabric of his shirt, pressing it gently between her small fingers and his back. His muscles were strong and hard.

He didn't stop her.

She moved around to be in front of him, making sure her movements were smooth and flowing. Hours of lessons stopped her from being clumsy and nervous. She felt his eyes on her, watching her as she slowly caressed his chest through his shirt. His straight black hair fell in front of his eyes, creating soft shadows in their blue depths. She slowly undid his shirt, being careful not to ruin it in any way, and then she smoothly pushed it up over his shoulders so that if fell off him, falling in a soft silk cascade down to the floor.

His skin was smooth and firm.

And still he watched her.

Serenity felt the heat of his skin seep into her hands, and in a way she was almost thrilled by it. Here in front of her was one of the most powerful men in the kingdom, and it seemed that she had the control.

So she leaned forward and kissed his chest, tasting his skin slowly. She moved up to kiss up to his shoulder, and ran her other hand along his firm stomach.

She heard him breath out slowly, giving into her as he tilted his head back to allow her to kiss up the side of his neck and over his jaw. His skin was so smooth and warm.

She gently pushed him back to sit on the bed, and he looked up at her, still just watching her. But his eyes had finally singled in on a certain group of emotions. Lust. Desire. Passion. Longing. So many powerful emotions all focused in on her, and yet he still just watched her as she knelt down to take off his shoes.

Then she stood up, standing in front of him, watching his eyes roam over her body. She took a deep breath, knowing somewhere in the back of her mind that sitting in front of her was the prince, but she couldn't think about that. He was just another man.

She tugged the string holding together the front of her dress gently and it easily fell open. Slowly she pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall softly to the ground, piling at her feet and completely exposing her.

Something about the way he looked at her made her body flush with heat. His eyes had gone slightly darker and he almost never blinked. It was as if he were totally captivated by her. The thought made her almost giddy, like she had just been granted more power then anyone else on the earth.

She stepped towards him, climbing up onto the bed so that her naked body was pressed against his chest, straddling him. And when his hands touched her, gently caressing her back, excitement grew within her until she was almost dizzy with it.

She hovered for a moment close to him, allowing him time to want her. She couldn't be too eager. It was a dance of hot moist breath that was slowly starting to speed up in anticipation. And then he leaned forward and kissed her.

Whatever Serenity had imagined of him in that moment, his soft passionate kiss made it melt away. He tasted like light festive wine.

She had always assumed that when this time came, she would have to close her eyes and force herself to allow a man she didn't know to take her. She would have no choice, and she would gather no pleasure from it. But now, with him taking over all her senses, she wanted him. The thought of him touching her more, of kissing her harder and of him being inside her made her heart speed up. She reached down and gently undid his pants, feeling easily just how aroused he was, and how large he was.

Still sitting up, he lifted his hips just slightly to allow her to pull them down enough to expose him. She gently stroked him, and he moaned into their kiss. He throbbed under her fingers. And then she rose up onto her knees, not breaking away from his kisses. It took only a moment to position herself over him, feeling him at her opening, just waiting. His hands were firmly on her hips, wanted to push her down, but he didn't.

Serenity moaned softly as she slowly took him inside of her, feeling how moist and ready she was. His hands tightened on her, pulling her down so he was completely inside her. The feeling was overwhelming.

She moved away from his lips, kissing along his jaw and neck again as she started to move. She continued slowly, drawing out the tension and desire she felt through him. The muscles of his chest and stomach were flexed and hard, and the way he breathed out when she ran her fingers delicately over his nipples made her pulse with pleasure.

He was so gentle with her. She could tell that part of him wanted to take control, but at the same time he reveled in giving up that control. He allowed her to stay on top, moving slowly and smoothly, building the pleasure between them. When he touched her it was with soft firm hands gliding smoothly over her satin like skin.

Never once did he take control. He moved with her and kissed her, but he did not push her onto the bed or get on top.

Slowly, she started to moved faster, firmly.

His kisses became urgent and heat radiated off of him. Serenity could barely focus on him as her body seemed to pulse with pleasure.

When he came, he dug his fingers into her, tensing beneath her and groaning loudly as he spasmed in pleasure. They were both left breathing harder than usual, bodies slick with sweat and flushed red with heat. Serenity felt her legs quiver slightly beneath her.

Instead of pushing her off of him and ordering her away, which was what she might have expected, he gently pulled her down next to him, letting her slip safely into his warm embrace. She rested her head on his chest, listening to it rise and fall. He kept his arm around her, pulling her close.

She had always been told not to stay unless asked. It was not her place to take up room in his bed once she had succeeded in providing pleasure, but he wouldn't move his arm. She listened to his heartbeat and watched as his chest rose in fell, getting slower. Slowly her eyes became heavy and sleep overtook her.

Endymion looked again at the small girl sleeping in his bed, eyes closed and beautiful naked form hardly covered with thin sheets. Her pale skin contrasted greatly with the dark colors of his bedding. Her waves of golden hair pooled all around her, spreading around like glimmering water as it reflected the morning sun.

He sat a short ways away, fully dressed in his usual black silk.

What had happened last night he could hardly explain. He had given her an out. Anyone in her position would have jumped at the chance to keep their virtue a little longer. He knew what lay in her future now. She was used. No respectable man would pay for a woman who was used. Even if she had the distinction of being used by someone as high in rank as a prince.

She was so beautiful.

Her eyes fluttered gently and he could see the foggy blue of the sky as she gazed at him sleepily. He couldn't help but smile when a soft smile crept easily and beautifully across her face.

"Good morning," he said softly.

She sat up slowly, pulling the sheets to cover her chest. It was unnecessary, but it made the moment more pure and less contrived. A little bit of modesty never hurt anyone. "Good morning," she answered in a light voice.

Endymion hesitated then, wanting in some way to live in this moment forever. But of course life would come crashing down on him again. For one night, with this woman he hardly knew, he had forgotten everything. He had slept soundly and not dreamed at all. He had awoken feeling refreshed and clean, as if healed of some ailment. He didn't want to give that up.

"I want you to stay here, in the palace."

Her eyes widened as she understood his meaning.

"I will make arrangements to keep you here and your duties will be small of course. But you will come to me at night and stay with me when I ask it."

"You want me to be your mistress?"

He couldn't tell if she was happy or revolted at the idea, she just looked surprised.

"I suppose that is true," he answered. "At this moment in time I don't have one and it is not abhorrent for me to choose someone. The King himself is married and has a whole group of ladies he chooses from nightly." Why he felt the need to defend his decision was uncertain, but he said it anyway.

She just nodded.

Endymion wanted her to react. Part of him was almost disappointed that she didn't. He realized that last night had been a job to her, a lifestyle. For him it hadn't been. To her he was just another rich and powerful man, able to do with her whatever he wanted.

"If you would prefer, I could make arrangements for you to live in the country, out of the gaze of the city. You will be very well provided for and….."

"No," she said quickly, cutting him off. She gazed at him steadily. "I accept your offer."

And yet for him it wasn't enough. "Why?"

She moved to the edge of the bed, still holding the sheets around her. He wanted to see her skin again, to touch her and taste her. Her soft curls fell around her shoulders and he wanted to run it through his hands and move it away from her shoulder so that he might kiss her.

"It is a good offer," she said.

"To give pleasure to a prince?" He said.

She shook her head. "To serve a good and kind man."

"You don't know that I am those things," he said.

"Last night you let me choose whether or not my fate was sealed," she said. "You stood away, giving me chance to run if I choose to. You would not have done that if you weren't a good man. And now you offer me the chance to either stay with you here, or give me a safe and secure life away from it all. Any other man would have used me until he bored, and then sent me on my way."

"A good man gives you choices?"

"You have not once given me an order."

It was true when he thought about it. He had no desire to order her to do anything. She was obviously capable of making her own decisions, and her control over him the night before had been exactly what he was looking fore. He had given up. For a night he wasn't a prince, he was a man thrown into blind lust with a woman.

"The King has given you to me as a homecoming gift. I will tell him that I am honored and intend to keep you. When I do, it will seal you fate and you will be bound to me. You will be off limits to the other men of the palace and any indiscretions will be punishable by death."

"So if I look at another man you'll kill me," she said smiling. Why it was funny he didn't know. "When I grew up we were told about the power of jealousy but I had no idea that it would be felt so strongly so soon."

He smiled. "You think I am a jealous man?"

"I have spent only one night with you, and we know nothing of one another's personalities, and already you are warning me not to look at anyone else. Well you may rest assured that I have no intention of it. I am greatly honored by what you offer me."

A servant knocked at the door and Endymion called him in. He watched Serenity pull the sheets tighter around her. It made him smile. She understood that she was only his. Only he was allowed to see her. Only he was allowed to touch her.

"His majesty calls for you your highness."

Endymion nodded and the servant left.

"It is early for him to be up, isn't it?" Serenity asked. "Last night he seemed awfully drunk."

He wasn't sure what to think about her bold observations of the King, but he decided that he liked it.

"When you're in a place of power, people don't wait for you to recover after a night of drinking."

Serenity giggled.

"What amuses you about that."

"I think you mean to say that the people will wait, as they have no choice, but it might show a weakness in their King that he might not like to show. As the King he is forgiven for anything he might show up late to."

Endymion smiled. She was well spoken and intelligent. He did not regret his decision to keep her. If nothing else, she would be a sort of companion to him. She might even fit in with the women of the palace and not be conned into committing embarrassing acts.

"I have to go," he said gently. "Get dressed and make yourself comfortable. I will send someone to show you where to go. You will be given a room in the wing of the palace reserved for……women of your standing."

She knew that he meant the mistresses, or whores, but he wouldn't say it.

"There you will be given everything you need."

"Will you call for me when you desire my company?"

He wasn't sure. He didn't want to ever ask her to come to him. He liked that last night she had gone against what he said and taken her own course of action. Calling for her was exactly what any other woman might do.

"I will never expect you to come to me," he said. "But I will always enjoy your company if you choose to."

She smiled. "Again with the choices."

"And what choice will you make?"

"I will come to you every night, and it will be your choice to send me away or keep me in your company."

He gazed at her steadily, trying to read her. All he could detect in her eyes was a calm certainty that he himself did not feel. She was satisfied at this moment with her situation and it was strange to him. He couldn't remember ever feeling that way about his life. Perhaps when his mother had been alive, but never after. She was different. To think that last night he might have chosen one of the other four girls and had nothing at all of the experience that he had had.

"Will you be happy do you think?" He asked.

She looked a little surprised by the question. "I……I'm not sure." She seemed to hesitated. "Happiness so far has been a dream, not a reality. We were taught to believe that dreams don't come true and if you believe in them, the reality of life will hit you so hard you might not survive."

"And yet you believe in love."

She blushed at his words and he found it charming.

"Yes, I believe in love. I suppose if reality every does hit me, I will be dead in mere moments. Perhaps that makes me weak."

"Having the strength to be happy is not weak," he said.

"Then I will believe that I can be happy."

He stood up slowly, feeling calm and relaxed. All the stiffness of his body that had accompanied his long ride home and tiring night had left him and he knew it was because of her. He started to leave.

"I will see you tonight," she said softly.

When he looked at her she was smiling and he realized that for the first time he was looking forward to seeing someone. He was looking forward to seeing her again.

"Tonight," he said in response, and then left.

End of Chapter Two!!!!

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