Disclaimer – Firstly, how come disclaimer is a word and claimer isn't, damn American spell check.  Anyway now that's out of my system.  I don't own CCS nor have I or ever will own it.  Clamp does and I don't think they're going to give it up too easily.

Sakura lost her memory well at least didn't believe in her memories because the evil queen put a spell on her then hid her in the Li Kingdom knowing that the last place they would look would be right under their noses.  She'd kept Tori's armies on a wild goose chase using magic, but then I guess, like I already said in the summary, she never really counted on Sakura finding him.

Queen of my Heart – When There's Nothing Left To Risk

"Sakura."

That name, it seemed so familiar, so fitting, and so perfect for herself.  The sound of it coming from his lips brought more pleasure than the name that had been chosen for her ever had or could.

'Please, oh god, please be her,' he thought to himself hoping that he had found again what he had searched for all his life.

"Sakura," he said again, softly the simple word full of heartfelt sincerity that could easily be seen in his eyes.  "Do you remember me?"

Tears of hope welled in his eyes and he struggled more than ever to stop them from falling.

"You're in my dreams," she replied softly.  She wondered if this was who she really was, this Sakura girl that Syaoran felt all this love for.  Could she ever be this girl, the one dressed in silk gowns and silver tiaras?

"And you mine," he told her taking a step closer.

"You taught me to ride a horse," she said, she too taking a step closer.  "And we watched the sunset."

Syaoran nodded moving ever closer to the one thing he wanted more than anything else in this world or any other for that matter.

"Then I kissed you," Syaoran said huskily before gently placing a kiss on Sakura's lips.

She felt shivers of pleasure racing up and down her spine triggering memories of a past that she had longed to know for so long.

"And as I held you in my arms," Syaoran told her building up his courage.  "I looked into your perfect emerald eyes and told you I love you.  And then . . ."

"I love you too, Syaoran," she said uttering the words just as she had so many times in what she had for so long thought to be her dreams.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you utter those words once again," he whispered in her ear holding her close as if he never wanted to let go.

"For so long," she told him, "your name was the only memory I had of my old life.  I had the flashes of things but I always just thought they were dreams.  You were always there, making everything else almost disappear and now you're here with me and nothing else seems to matter anymore, as if I never left your side."

"You are Princess Sakura of the Avalon Kingdom," Syaoran told her.  "And I have loved you from the moment I saw you walking down the beach towards me exactly three years ago today."

"Before you, I didn't even know what love was," she whispered, "and now I don't think I could live another day with out you."

"Come with me," he said leading her to the back entrance of the castle towards his own room so as to avoid all the people.

She followed close behind not trusting herself to be able to find her way through the labyrinth of rooms and halls alone.  When they finally got to Syaoran's room he reached under his bed and pulled out a chest delicately engraved with a little wolf surrounded by cherry blossoms.

"Open it," he told her leading her closer to it.

She did as she was told revealing and intricately hand made dress.  It was two-piece made of pink silk and pale pink organza so that as the light shone upon the dress it would shine different shades of pink.  In silver embroidery thread hundreds of tiny little peonies had been sown to add to its intricateness.  The bodice of the dress was based on the traditional Chinese dresses with the same neck and the buttons across the chest and rimmed in silver ribbon.  The skirt of the dress was beautiful and flowing trailing across the floor.  The entire out fit was then topped of with a beautiful silk wrap.

"It's beautiful," Sakura uttered in awe.  She didn't think she'd ever seen anything so beautiful in her life and the way Syaoran had presented it to her made it ever so much more.

"It's yours," he told her.

"I couldn't," she said.  "Its so beautiful, I don't deserve it."  She knelt down beside the box looking at the gorgeous gown not even daring to touch it

"I don't think there's anyone who deserves it more," Syaoran replied.  "It was made for you, Sakura," he added as he moved to her side and stroked a long strand of hair away from her face.

She continued to stare in awe at the beauty of it all. 

Her mind was still struggling with the sudden truth she had found.  Only yesterday she had been cleaning one of the minor guest bedrooms thinking about how she would never be important enough to stay there, dreaming of a life she had presumed fantasy.  Now she was in the most beautiful of all the rooms in the palace with the King himself by her side whispering sweet nothings in her ear and telling her dreams were a reality she had almost forgotten.

But best of all, Syaoran was in love with her and there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she was in love with him.

"Please, for me," he said after noticing she had still made no attempt to move.  He got up leaving her alone to change.

She was out less than ten minutes later looking positively stunning.

He kissed her cheek.  "I almost believed that I would never have the chance to see your face again," he whispered close to her ear as he took her hand in his.

"And I almost believed you were nothing more than a dream," she replied.

"But I'm not," he told her guiding her towards the ballroom where his many guests celebrated for the sheer pleasure of celebrating.  "And neither are you."

"I'm so nervous," she said in a quiet voice looking down at the ground.

"You haven't changed," he said with a happy sigh of almost relief as he lifted her face to meet his as he had so many times before.  "The first time I met you, you barely dared to meet my eye."

Sakura blushed.  "You didn't help me feel anymore confident you know," she told him smiling.

"I'll remember that next time I kiss your hand," he said bringing it up to his lips and planting a small kiss on the back of her hand.  "Ready to face the world you belong to?" he asked leading her closer to the stairs.

"I hope so," she replied before Syaoran planted one last kiss of good luck on her lips and led her into the eyes of all she held dear to her.

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Ok, so how was that?  Good, bad, you don't want to say because you're afraid you'll damage my sensitive pride?  Well at least this story is finally gotten somewhere and it's not just a bunch of pining, unknown on Sakura's behalf, and angst.

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