A/N: Back again with some more musings and writings. This series will serve as a story dump for all my little Diamond/Serena short stories. Some will be oneshots, but all will be short stories. I'm working on cutting down my word counts, so don't be surprised at the length of these.

For those interested, I am working on a new full-length story about the two and will post it separately once I'm done!

A Princess and Her Guard

"She loves him, but she eventually kills him." Syre- Jaden Smith

Part One

The Princess of the Moon was a radiant creature.

Her guard was not.

At the age of fourteen, she was perhaps the most radiant thing the then feral boy had ever seen. Her light so brilliant it had hurt him.

But Dimande was no stranger to pain. Pain, he had learned, was necessary in life.

Lunarians were interesting creatures he remembered thinking. Not pale and dreary like the wraithlike shades that turned rabid in the presence of the living.

He often likened her visage to that of Kore. But he was no king. At least not yet.

His mother had tried to keep him educated, but their exile on the Nemesian moon of Styx was not a place that fostered academics. He'd gained quite the reputation as a warrior. The guard who'd been sent to retrieve his mother had barely survived. He wielded darkness in such a way that even the strongest of warriors sent were never the same.

Imagine his father's surprise to find not only that his wife had died during her exile, but bore him a son as well. A powerful one whose veins were filled with ice and a terrible will to survive.

The firstborn son of the king who'd only known exile and violence. His introduction to society had worried some.

It was for this reason he found himself in the care of the Lunarian Empire. The Moon Princess needed protection and Dark Moon Prince needed rehabilitation.

It was the Princess' disposition that the Prince of Nemesis found alluring. Warm and beguiling with the countenance of a freshly bloomed narcissus. (He'd seen them on a trip to Earth once and thought of her.)

Her naiveté was a luxury none had on his planet and as her personal guard, he tried often to keep her that way. She laughed when he'd called her unspoiled.

Harsh with its perpetual state of night, Nemesis was not a planet known for warmth or richness. It was a place of shades and shadows attracted to the planet's connection with the Dark Crystal. Styx was dangerously so.

The Jakokusuishou was an unholy power that had seen his people banished from earth and its beauty.

The Nemesian heir by birth, the prince did not mind much. After all, Nemesians owed their strength to the nature of their lot. He certainly would not have come of age with a heart like hers. His first thirteen years were not something he'd want anyone to experience.

But it made him into the man he was now eight years later.

He sat with his Princess now, stashed away in the royal garden looking out into the horizon. The sun touched the lush and bountiful lands enhancing the view before them with warm rays of light.

"I will not see you off." The Lunarian Princess spoke, looking off into the distance. Her eyes told her true feelings despite the serene look on her face.

He liked that she pretended to be strong. "What if I die while I am away?" He'd fought his entire life. Now his father asked that he fight for his kingdom.

"You wouldn't dare." She hissed a she turned to look at him.

"I won't?" His smile was brilliant even as he jested about death. He tugged on a loose curl affectionately.

"You wouldn't die without saying goodbye to me first."

His tone was knowing. "You must be quite the catch for a man to skirt death."

She matched his tone despite the ache in her chest. "The soon to be Nemesian King thinks so."

"Maybe..." He chuckled. "And if I'm not the same when I return?" He voiced his only doubt, recalling his exile. He'd changed so much already in her presence. He didn't like the thought of going back. "War changes people."

"Not you." Her smile was reassuring as she reached forward and cupped his face. He was so beautiful, she thought.

"Serenity..." She thought so highly of him sometimes it hurt.

"Why do you insist on going?" She had moved into his arms and held on tightly. She loved him so much. Even when he first arrived all those years ago. He'd been so thin then. Painfully withdrawn and curious about everything, he was more of a child than he let on. She thought she could drown in his gaze even as fierce as it was then.

"I am practically a stranger to them." He held her tightly. "If I am to be their sovereign I must first prove I am worthy of their trust." His father sought to punish his mother, not him. He'd no illusions about either of his parents. The Jakokusuishou was considered wicked for a reason.

"By bleeding for them?" She sounded so offended. "They don't deserve it." It was one of the things he loved about her. Her compassion for others and her willingness to share her light.

"If that's what it takes." But he could not claim her as a guard, even as gifted as he was. The tears against his skin made him want to reconsider.

"Promise..." She whispered into his neck. "Promise you'll come back to me."

"I promise I'll come back to you," He held her at arm's length as he placed a kiss on her forehead

"And because you always keep your promises to me I will not say goodbye," her smile was strained and he couldn't help but frown.

"Serena..."

She placed her fingers against his lips to silence him.

"We will not speak of it anymore." Her wish was his command, but his desire was her corruption.

"Perhaps my mouth could be of other use to you, Princess." His expression made her flush as heat pooled inside her body. She would be damned if anyone conspired to take him from her.

*Break*Break*Break*

He could feel his lungs filling with blood making breathing next to impossible.

The ground beneath him was stained with the blood of his and others.

He was fading. But it was neither gentle nor quiet. For as long as he'd fought in life, he'd never thought dying an option. But here he was, dying and lost to the viciousness around him. Wide eyes stared unseeingly into a dark night. He'd fought with the ferocity and cruelty he was known for, but for once it was not enough. He realized he'd never see her again as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him.

His mind flashed back to the gardens where he had told her of his father's wishes. The place he'd kissed her and lost himself in his desire for her.

'I love you...' He had panted as he buried himself deep inside of her warmth making them both shudder and hiss. She'd whimpered as she lost herself to his thrusts despite never repeating the sentiment.

How she loved the feelings he inspired in her. Everyone thought him cold, but she knew the fire he was capable of and relished in being the only one privy to the heat. She chanted his name as she reveled in the pleasure he gave her.

"Say it back..." He growled. She was his and no one else's. He hated the way that earth boy looked at her sometimes. The way her mother always insisted that she speak with him.

Serena couldn't think as she felt his hands and mouth worshipping her body. Her mother would kill her if she realized how much she allowed this Nemesian man- how she'd allow him to corrupt her virtue.

He may be of the Jakokusuishou but her Ginzuisho was stronger. Nemesis would not have him if she could help it.

She kissed him desperately, moaning into his mouth when his ministrations intensified.

"I'll tell you when you come b-b- Gods! Diamond..." Her sex convulsed around his as she surrendered lost to waves of pleasure brought about from her orgasm.

"Come back to me," She had whimpered into his chest as they enjoyed the few moments they had before she was due back to see her mother.

The bright and warm memory brought him little comfort. It seemed he would not be able to keep his promise after all.

To be Continued...