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Sitting there in stuffy, uncomfortable armor was not his idea of fun. Listening to old man babble on and on about issues "at hand",which weren't that important.
So yes, Endymion, goody-goody prince that he was, was day dreaming. About a certain silver haired beauty, for that matter.
And that was more important that anything.
Those eyes gods those eyes, were the most striking blue he had ever seen. The bluest of waters on the Earth could not even compare with the blue depths reached in Serenitys striking eyes. They weren't the only noticable thing on her, either.
Just her whole presence felt magnificent- it was almost intoxicating. It seemed as if she lit up the room. Her petite figure, those suptle lips and the sweet mouth inside, bewitched him. Maybe this was the bewitching of the moon people he had heard about?
If it was, by god, let him be bewitched. As long as he could steal some of those breathtaking kisses.
And that kiss-
"Prince Endymion? Did you hear my question, your highness?"
Endymions head snapped up, locking with the eyes of the Prime Minister. Nervously, he cleared his throat.
"No...actually, I didn't. I was too busy thinking about other...important matters, that is."
He winced inwardly. He was such an idiot.
"Which were...?"
The whole room turned and looked at him, awaiting his response. He looked around the room until his eyes rested on a document. He quickly tried to fit it in.
"I was thinking about the fact that crime has gone up in the forth precinct, and it has affected economy rates."
NICE! The whole room nodded there heads in agreement, and started clapping. He placed a smirk on his face, and bowed.
"Now if I may excuse myself, gentleman. I have other matters to attend to.", he stated regally. They all nodded, and started talking amongst themselves about the newfound topic.
Endymion sighed and exited the room, making his way to the courtyard that led to the garden. He had always loved the palace, it's comforting rooms, it's unmistakable beauty, and last but definetly not least, it's lucious garden.
The roses, the petunia's, every flower on the planet had seemed to be here.
He sat himself down in his favorite spot and stared up at the sky. It was turning dark, and tonight was a full moon night. The moon had always fasinated him, with all it's mystery.
"It's actually not that interesting. A night on the moon is about a week here on Earth."
Endymions eyes widened, and he spun around to see a cloaked figure. He recognized that voice, that sweet voice that sounded like a melody every time he heard it. A head peeked out through the hood, revealing the brilliant smile of the moon princess. He quickly looked around and pulled her close to him. He felt her snuggle close to him. The warmth of her body wanted so much by the prince-but not here.
He took her hand and quickly lead her to his portion of the castle, locking off the entire section. It consisted of a bathroom, a study, a miniature library with all of his favorite books, a parlor, and then his bedchambers.
He led her to the library and sat her down on his chair, and went and locked the door. When he looked back over, she had taken off her hood, but still had the cloak donned. He strided over to her and loomed over her.
"What are you doing?! You could have been caught, someone would've killed you-"
She took his hand in hers and interlaced their fingers, her eyes looking up to him in a teasing manner.
"How many times have we met without being caught? I think I can do it without being caught, I'm pretty sly." she smirked. "Do you not want me here?" she teased, bringer herself up to him, her fingers dancing achingly against his broad chest. He blushed and looked slightly to the side.
"No." he whispered, his breath catching in his throat over the feelings she was eliciting from him. His hand quickly tangled in her hair and undid the complicated buns. Expensive hair pins fell on the floor, but it seemed that neither of them cared.
Her kisses were the taste of vanilla and honey, her hands tapping and spreading along his back and chest. He unclipped the cloak and threw it to the side before asking,
"How long do you have?" in a breathy voice.
Her fingers were already unhooking the clasps on his shirt and slipping it off. She stumbled an answer.
"However long I want to have. I told my father I was going to a resort for a night."
"Good."