Tags: Leona, Diana, Yuri or Friendship? I am not sure.

The moon was peeking through the shroud of the clouds, the stars shimmering, scattered across the night's dark veil like miniature gemstones. A lone figure with auburn hair and the body of a mighty warrior frowns as it pulls the sleeping pale fairy that's sleeping by her side even closer.

Targonian nights were cold like the heart of the lightless Void after all, and Leona would like to refrain from seeing her young concubine weak and sickly if she could do something to avoid it. The great Targonian warlord mentally sighs as she lets her scarred tanned hand tenderly glide across Diana's shapely ivory back, the Solari warlord's fingers also seemingly mesmerized by the smooth curves of the tribal lunar princess.

The moon worshipper wasn't one of Leona's people after all. The cultists of Diana's tribe were nomads and sheep farmers, simple uneducated folk that liked keeping their heads low while migrating inside the mighty warlord's territory. The Lunari nomads were only a small insignificant minority living in the vast plains surrounding Mount Targon and the moon cultists themselves were painfully aware of their insignificance.

And so as much as Leona and her Sun knights wouldn't generally resort in waging war for no good reason, the female Solari leader wasn't really that surprised when the small Lunari village had sent her the daughter of their fearful chieftain as a gift and a trophy.

The pitiful lunar nomads were obviously prepared to sell out their own daughters and whore out their dear priestess in order to avoid incurring the wrath of the powerful gold-clad Sun knights.

Diana had been really quiet after her initial arrival. Betrayed by her own people and herded all the way to Leona's fortress near the peak of Mount Targon like mere cattle to be a stranger's toy, the moon priestess' heart had suffered a blow like no other. The fact that the female warlord was kind and easy on the eyes wouldn't seem to matter at all, neither had it mattered that Leona had instantly forbidden everyone from touching or otherwise mistreating the beautiful moon maiden.

The scorned tribal princess' attitude had been extremely cold during her first few days among the Solari warriors. Diana's warm and lithe pale body silently nestling nude under the warlord's sheets expecting the Sun worshipper's cruel touch with a dreaded certainty that equaled her devotion to her distant ivory goddess that was staring at her from her perch in the night sky.

Leona grumbles at that particular thought, her strong tanned arms around the priestess' waist tightening as the mighty Solari quietly examines the face of the sleeping woman that's lying by her side. Diana's fair visage is relaxed and peaceful for once, the silver-haired fairy's body utterly vulnerable as the cultist sleeps soundlessly next to Leona. The scorned princess' bitter grey irises are hidden behind her relaxed and closed eyelids, Leona's bed sheets providing some cover and warmth for the betrayed Lunari woman. A thin layer of protectiveness in an otherwise alien environment.

The Radiant Dawn can't comprehend how someone could chain such a perfect creature and use it as a bargaining chip. She cannot fathom what kind of monster would take advantage of this fairy that's quietly breathing under her chin and force this unique and perfect being into slavery.

As if on cue and as if Diana has been reading her thoughts all along a sole grey hostile eye opens to gaze at the visibly thoughtful and tanned mighty warrior. Leona freezes with her arms still wrapped around the body of the nude concubine, the Solari's mind coming into a sudden halt as the brunette woman abruptly finds herself face to face with a very unamused Lunari princess. Another stormy grey orb instantly opens in order to glare at Leona in anger.

"So you are finally ready to truly claim your prize, Solari Knight."

Diana's voice is cold and unwavering, her words cutting the stunned Targonian warlord deeper than any fabled enchanted blade made out of pure golden sunlight. The brunette's heartbeat almost stops when the Lunari priestess suddenly leans in to whisper her next words mere inches away from the tanned Sun warlord's mouth.

"Just please have the kindness not to share me with your army and friends when you get bored of me. Such a thing would certainly kill me. My own father sent me to you because I don't possess the durable body of other warriors, but the mind and the constitution of a scholar. Sharing me with your advisors will kill me."

Leona's first thought is to slap the pale woman before her for even implying something as inhumane and disgusting such as this, but the brunette's body's reaction is to unwittingly pull the lithe moon maiden closer and press Diana's face against her tanned shoulder. The moon priestess freezes when her enemy and owner embraces her like this, the bitter words already formed at the tip of her tongue failing to leave the shocked young Lunari's presently gaping mouth.

"…What is the meaning of this?"

A strong battle scarred hand slowly begins stroking the betrayed princess' long silver hair even as a pair of frowning ruby lips gently brushes against the symbol of the moon decorating the stunned pale woman's forehead.

"If I had wanted to hurt you, I would have done so when your people had brought you to me like a chained dog. And yet here we are after two whole months and I haven't so much as pinched your beautiful face."

Diana stiffens at the mention of humiliation and abuse even if the cultist's mind can't help but accept the sound logic behind the words of her somber master.

" I only insist on you sleeping next to me out of fear of my warriors mistreating you when you are out of my sight, I only hold you close in my arms as to let you know that you are not defenseless and alone. I've never asked you to strip in front of me, Diana, you are the one acting like my captive."

Diana shivers, can she truly believe the female warlord's words? Can she open her heart to another person capable of shattering it once and for all with just a few mocking remarks and even fewer inconsiderate actions? Can the scorned moon maiden expect Leona, a stranger to treat her more fairly than her own countrymen that swiftly threw her into the hands of an unknown warlord? The answer remains unclear.

"You're lying." Finally mutters the betrayed woman in the dark and Leona's reaction is to once again lean in to kiss the symbol of the moon on Diana's forehead.

"You are going to backstab me if I trust you. You will betray me like when I trusted my father and my tribe and even my own pupils!"

The Solari warlord shakes her head as her fingers keep stroking the quivering pale woman's hair and the small of Diana's trembling back, the brunette warrior can only hope that the bitter Lunari will see the truth of her words and the sincerity of her actions with the passage of time.