By: Mzbadgurl
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Notes: All characters belong to the person who made them and I make no 
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on them.
I only copyright the story, story idea and the character Kitya.
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The Arabian Prince

	The prince looked over his new present from Persia.
It was exquisite, pretty and new in his country. It had long golden
hair stylishly braided and fixed in a bun, a pale porcelain face and a
small, thin body-shape. It was the Persian emperor's own daughter.
It was present symbolizing peace. He took one more glance at his new 
gift
and realized that he couldn't see her eyes. "Look at me." He commanded
the trembling girl beneath him. She slowly lifted her eyes from the 
floor
to meet the prince's eyes. The prince saw large, crystal blue eyes that
held sadness and fear. "Take her to my chambers. I will look at her 
later.
" With that he dismissed her and went on to his study. The girl shook 
and
tried hard not to let the tears come. Father did what he knew, for a 
long
time, Persian princesses were symbols of peace to other countries. It 
was
tradition for the king to give away daughters to foreign kings and 
princes
in exchange for peace.
	The girl walked around slowly, shivering in her thin little dress.
They had stripped her of her ornamental dress; only to put her in an 
impractical
nightgown that was too thin. The door creaked open and in stepped the 
prince.
He was magnificent, thick dark hair, stormy night eyes, and the 
well-chiseled
face of Arabians. He had come in alone. The girl shivered again, not 
from 
cold
but from what was to come. She knew her mission on earth was to serve 
peace 
and
to do that, she needed to keep the prince happy. Yet she hated it. She 
detested
the idea that she was only a toy for the prince. She wanted more, love 
and a
family. She was only seventeen, a child compared to the prince's 
twenty-five.
	The prince observed the many emotions flickering across the girl's 
face.
"Undress me" He ordered. Slowly, as if in shock, she moved towards the 
tall 
prince.
She bowed her head and started, slowly, to unbutton his shirt. She had 
to 
reach up
for the last two buttons. She gently pulled the shirt off him and began 
pulling
off his thin shirt underneath. After that she unfastened his necklaces 
by 
going
on tiptoe to reach behind his neck. Next, she eased off his shoes and 
socks.
Finally there was only the pants left. She bowed her head and 
determined not 
to
mess up or cry; unfastened his pants and slid them off. She closed her 
eyes,
intent on not seeing anything of him. The prince looked at the girl, 
his 
handmaid
now, with a funny look. No other girl had shied from looking at him. 
She was 
different.
	"Undress" She knew it was hopeless now, she would have to surrender.
Gradually, she pulled off her sheer gown and shut her eyes again. The 
prince 
was
happy with his gift; she was pure and unscarred. "Get in bed" He 
himself 
waited
till she was in before he got on. He did as did until he felt her 
innocence. 
He
muttered and pulled himself out with much temptation. She opened her 
eyes. 
She
was worried. "I will not destroy your innocence unless you wish me to. 
All 
you
shall do is wait upon me." With that, he rolled on to the side and 
slept. 
She
could cry in relief. The prince was not cold hearted after all.
	Two months passed with the prince keeping his promise. The girl was 
happy.
She found that her job wasn't so hard and she had even begun to grow 
fond of 
the
prince. Until one night. He walked in cursing and swearing. She 
trembled but 
vowed
not be scared. She did her ritual undressing him and shook when he 
grabbed 
her
tightly. He pushed her onto his bed and crushed her with his weight. He 
kissed her
hard so her lips were bruised from the rough treatment. Then, suddenly, 
he 
entered
her and pumped himself till he was tired and fell asleep. The girl was 
crying
openly now. Her heart felt as if a dozen icy daggers had cut it open. 
Her 
thighs
felt sore and hurt. She was bleeding a lot and she felt so hurt. She 
thought 
he
could be trusted. She cried and cried until the prince awoke. She 
hurriedly 
rubbed
her eyes dry. The prince recalled last night with a bang. He swore 
again and 
looked
at the girl next to him. Her lips were bruised and so were her arms 
where he 
grabbed
her. Her eyes were puffy and red. She was curled up in a ball and he 
could 
see that
she was bleeding a lot. "I-I. I had no intention of hurting you. Get 
up." 
The stammer
was gone and fierce authority replaced it. The girl was trying her best 
not 
to cry
when a lone tear escaped down her cheek. The prince noticed and said 
gruffly 
and
incoherently, "Sorry. I will ship you back to Persia now." The girl 
looked 
at him
in fright. She could not go back to Persia, her gift was gone and she 
was 
only a
worthless slut now. Surely he wouldn't. Suddenly she realized that 
although 
the
prince had hurt her badly, she still loved him.
	The prince overheard his cook conversing with his butler.
" 'Tis a pity! The young girl going back to Persia."
"Yes, god knows she'll be abused there and tortured."
"Yes, those Persians are stuck up. If she returns, they'll beat her and 
rape 
her!"
"Yes, the prince shouldn't send her back. That is immoral and cruel!"
"Yes, like delivering meat to wolves!"
The prince had heard enough and vowed to change his plans.
	The girl waited in his chamber, dressed in an ornamental Arabia dress.
She was ready to leave for Persia. Her hair had been washed and combed 
to a 
glossy
finish and red rouge covered her bruised lips. The prince stepped in 
and 
called out.
"You. You shall go to the house on the far side of Arabia. You shall 
not 
return to
Arabia. You shall take a small maid with you and live there alone." 
With 
that, he
swept a tall girl towards her and left. The girl smiled shyly and said, 
"I'm 
Kitya Lyn.
I'm to be your new handmaid miss." Together they walked to the horse 
and 
arrived at
their new lodging.
	Three months later, the girl was invited to the prince's party. She 
dressed
up and got there. She was ushered to a room. The prince, dressed 
fantastically,
arrived and looked at her. She smiled shyly at the prince. Her smile 
disappeared when a
buxom woman stepped out from behind him. "You're my new maid? Come here 
to 
my room"
She took her maid and left her to clean her room and take out her hats 
from 
the attic. The
buxom woman smiled at the prince and hooked her arm around his. They 
walked 
towards the ballroom
when a loud crash was heard. They hurried back and saw the girl lying 
unconscious, bleeding. A
doctor was called and she was put back in her house with Kitya. When 
Kitya's 
missus awoke; Kitya
was crying and smiling. The girl looked up and felt a pain in her 
stomachache. She commanded the
young maid to tell her what had happened. Her unborn baby had died when 
she 
had fallen. The girl
screamed and broke out in great sobs. The pain in her heart was greater 
than 
when she thought the
prince wanted her back, only to have her serve his mistress. It felt as 
if 
her heart was
shattering. For days, the sad girl lay curled up on her bed, grieving 
after 
the loss of her baby.
One day, the prince arrived at her house. He had felt an urge to see 
her 
face.
It gave him peace and he felt as if everything was all right when she 
smiled.
Kitya, gathering up her courage, told him to stay away. "What? You 
order me? 
Get out of the
way girl." He pushed her aside, only to have her say, "You hurt my 
mistress. 
You killed
her baby and her heart. Do you have feelings? That was your child you 
sentenced to death.
She loves even now! All you do is keep her away so gossip does not 
spread. 
I'm sorry sir,
but do not hurt her again. She'll die! Ask what she wants. It'll be "I 
love 
you" she's wanting."
The prince strode in and pushed open the girl's bedroom door. Sure 
enough, 
she was crying
and her arms around her back. The prince felt pained. HE knelt beside 
her 
and whispered.
"Don't cry. Smile." The girl only muffled her crying and ignored him. 
He 
held her hand
and made her look in his eyes. "Do not cry." She only sobbed harder and 
the 
prince held
her close. He could feel her pain emitting from the small, lithe body 
he 
held. They stayed
like that until she wandered to a blissful peaceful sleep, the first in 
months. He stayed
holding her for hours until she stirred and moved away from his touch. 
He 
asked.
"What is it your heart desires?"
	The girl shook and said softly, the first he had ever heard her speak.
Her voice had a lilting, tinkling quality to it. "Answer my question 
truthfully
with nothing to cloud your thoughts. Whom do you love?"
	He sat and thought. "I love-"
"Promise to not let anything cloud your thoughts, whether it be guilt 
or 
pity."
"I love you." With that, he swept her up in his arms and kissed her 
softly 
and
gently. Kitya closed the door and left them there.
	After happy weeks, the prince arranged a gala to celebrate his new 
wife,
Persian princess Serena. It was in the night and Serena had dressed 
especially nice.
She wore a pale blue, flowing, Grecian, dress and her hair was fixed 
elaborately in a
complex style that looped and hung with several braids. She looked 
stunning, 
although
her eyes still and forever would, held sadness. Today, there was glint 
of 
happiness and
love. Arabian Prince Darien watched with pride as his lovely wife 
descended 
down the
stairs.
	Beryl, Darien's old and jealous mistress watched and plotted against 
the 
royal couple.
	Darien held out his arm to Serena and they glided over to the dance 
hall.
They danced silently for a while until Darien spoke. "You look-you-look 
great."
Though Darien loved and admired Serena very much, he still had trouble 
complimenting her
and talking naturally. Serena understood this; she herself had trouble 
speaking to
Darien since she was very shy. "Thank you" Darien just looked at her 
with 
much pride;
she was by far, the most gorgeous woman in the palace. Beryl made her 
move 
and stepped
in front of Darien. "Oh your highness! I just came to congratulate you 
on 
your lovely
prize-I mean wife. You really must be proud of her. I hope you'll 
still, um, 
come VISIT me."
She gushed and emphasized visit. "Serena? You mustn't be angry with 
him; 
it's very modern to
have another woman. You really must keep up with the times. I mean, he 
had 
you while he had
me first. So, basically, you stole him!" She then turned to press 
against 
Darien, causing
his reluctant reaction before leaving.
	Serena just looked after her, her face revealing nothing. She knew 
that 
Darien had
been with other women. It didn't matter as long as he didn't now. She 
looked 
at Darien.
His face was red and he pulled Serena out of the ballroom to his study 
room. 
Once inside,
he started to explain. Serena stopped him saying gently, "Thank you but 
all 
you need to say
is that you will never cheat on me or try not love another. It doesn't 
matter about your past."
Darien nodded and kissed her forehead softly.
	One day in May, Serena woke up and hugged the body next to her. She 
cuddled 
up to him
and kissed him softly, awaking him. She ran her fingers through his 
thick 
dark hair and touched
his cheek. He smiled and slept whilst his wife touched and explored his 
face. Finally,
she got up and dressed. Unknown to her, Darien watched from behind and 
grabbed around her
waist when she finished. She gave a muffled shriek and laughed. Darien 
held 
her tight and
inhaled her scent-fresh roses. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, the doctor's coming here for a checkup. You ought to do one 
too." 
Serena reply
was muffled as Darien had covered her mouth.
"I hate doctors. I'm not going. I have a meeting in Royal Busch 
Gardens, 
this really
exclusive and expensive restaurant, this afternoon. I'll come back for 
dinner but I'm
not eating lunch here."
"Ok!"
	They got dressed, or folded the covers in Serena's case and ventured 
downstairs
to eat their breakfast. After that, they went on their separate ways 
and 
Serena went to
the room to be checked by her female doctor, Amy. Amy looked up and 
smiled 
at the Persian
now Arabian as well, woman who walked in. She lay down on a low bed and 
closed her eyes
while the physician checked her body and noted some notes. When she was 
finished, Serena
sat upright and looked at Amy. "Alright? I can go now?"
"Not quite, your highness. There is a matter of health I need to attend 
to. 
Have you been
eating right?"
"Um, yes. I do have these urges for food all of a sudden but I usually 
have 
strange urges."
"I see. And your...?"
"Um, it's sorta late but it's really irregular."
"Any new or funny things?"
"Um, mood swings and I'm eating too much I think."
"Ah."
"Um, what's the matter? You're really scaring me."
"Well, the good news is-"
"Wait, I want to know the bad news first." Serena winced in 
anticipation.
"Well. There really isn't a bad side. Your highness, I hope to present 
to 
you your child in
six months."
"Thank you, Am- My what? What did you just say? I thought you just 
said-"
"Child. I did. Congratulations, your majesty."
"Oh. Oh my god. This is a joke, right?"
"No. This is real!"
"Impossible, two years ago, I was told that I would never have another 
child."
"Perhaps, but it isn't an impossible task!"
"I-I think I need to sit down." So Serena sat down and held a cup of 
steaming tea as she
pondered her new condition. Amy told her what to expect, what 
restrictions 
she had and
basically, filled her in on what to do. Serena was happy but the old 
fear 
from her last
miscarriage returned stronger. She vowed to keep this one out of harm's 
way; 
no matter
what. She decided to tell Darien that afternoon at the restaurant. She 
told 
Amy so. Outside,
Beryl heard and schemed.
	Serena walked to the Royal Busch Gardens and was directed by the 
maitre'd 
to a table
behind the palm fronds. She quickened her pace and stopped short at the 
sight. Beryl was with
Darien, hanging over him. Serena could hear every word said.  " Oh 
Darien, 
what happened? You
said you loved me. Can't you feel this child growing?" Beryl placed his 
hands on her rounded
stomach (actually fathered by another man) and smiled a sickeningly 
sweet 
smile.
	Serena felt again, the heartache. The feeling that her heart was 
frozen and 
cracking
inside was very strong. She felt dizzy. She needed air. She ran out of 
the 
restaurant, back
to the limo awaiting her.
	Darien felt sick. His life had been fine, blissfully happy until less 
than 
12 hours
ago. Now, he had a frightened, hurt wife who loved him and a selfish, 
supposedly pregnant
bitch that loved his money. How could life be so fickle?
	Darien broke free of Beryl's grasp and ran out to his car, he raced 
back to 
the palace
and ran up the stairs, two by two, to his bedroom. There he found 
Serena 
laying facedown,
sobbing. Kitya, her handmaid, was packing her clothes. Darien swore and 
went 
to Serena.
"Look, Serena. That wasn't like you thought it was. Beryl was just 
being 
mean. I love you.
I really do. Serena, please forgive me. Come on, look at me."
"I-I don't know. You told her you loved her that must have held some 
meaning. Maybe you did
love her. Maybe you-you just married me because of -of duty."
Serena wasn't sobbing but her tears ran openly down her face.
"Look. I didn't mean for you to hear that. I just love you. I married 
you 
because I-"
"Because you thought I was a prize? You thought I was a prize or trophy 
you 
can keep?"
"No! Serena."
"I don't know. My heart hurts so bad, it's worse than before. I love 
you, 
even though you
didn't. Even now, I love you. I don't know why. It's just that. That. 
My 
heart's been
tricked for too long. Each time, I fill it up with hope and you just 
throw 
it away. I can't
trust you anymore. I want to but it's too hard. You and I know what 
happens."
	Darien felt really guilty, he knew he had done some things that even 
God 
would find
hard to forgive. He had tricked her, lied to her each time. "Maybe, 
Maybe 
you and I just
weren't supposed to be together. Maybe we should have never met or 
married. 
I'm-I'm sorry."
	Serena screamed in pain and a glowing light surrounded her. A low 
voice 
echoed out.
"I, King Kenjin, swear upon this stone. If my daughter, Serena 
Heraldlin, 
feels pain and hurt
so much that she could die, let her die in peace. Now, so it be. I cast 
this 
spell and bind
it with her life and mine." Thunder clapped and light faded, leaving a 
pale, 
empty shell of
the woman that had loved Darien so deeply. With a start, Darien 
realized 
what this meant
and gave a savage howl. He only suggested they part because he thought 
she 
hated him.
Serena couldn't die. No, it was impossible! Serena was his light and 
joy! 
No! Darien
screamed all this and hugged her with a raw, savage emotion. He cried 
for 
the first
time, his crystal tear landing at her pale lips. Another light came, 
this 
time golden
yellow and gentle, like waves lapping at a shore. A figure came out; it 
was 
too bright
to tell who it was. "Darien. I'm disappointed in you. She was a jewel 
among 
coals, so
bright that even a blind person could tell. Why couldn't you?"
"Oh. I-I truly did love her."
"Saying it to me isn't saying anything. I don't care."
"I-I wish she could come back. You can make her right?"
"Nay, Darien. The king was strong in magic, even if not in sense. I 
can't 
help you there."
"No! I can't live without her. She was like my morning light, so 
bright! She 
gave me
happiness and love even though I didn't deserve it."
"That's darn right! You sure as hell didn't deserve it! "
"Please, help me! You've got to!"
"No, I said I couldn't help. I can only-"
"Whatever! If it helps, please!"
"I can only give her life for two minutes. You must make her want to 
live. 
That counters
the spell, she won't die if she's happy."
"Please!"
	Glittery dust swirled and spiraled around the couple. Serena woke up 
and 
looked
around her. She frowned, was this the Land of the Dead? It resembled 
Darien's room. Wait,
there was Darien. She must be alive. "Serena, honey, please listen to 
me. I 
really want to
tell you that-that I love beyond love. I can't live without you. You're 
like 
my sunshine.
I need you forever. I'm sorry about what I did before. I know I don't 
deserve you but
please, give me one more chance!"
"I-I"
"Serena, please. Beryl's baby isn't mine. I love you, not her. You love 
me, 
right?
Please say yes!"
"I-I don't know. I'm scared to try."
"Please? It'll be different this time. I promise. I won't hurt you 
again and
I swear not to even look at other women."
"I-I want to but it's hard. I don't care if you love another, just tell 
me."
"I won't. I love you, my princess." The desperateness in his voice was 
real.
"Oh, I love you Darien!"
	BANG! The voice was here again. This time it chuckled and said,
"Darien, you can still convince a lady. Good for you! By the way, 
Congratulations!"
"Thank you! Congratulations on what?"
	Darien felt a hand tugging on his shirt. It was Serena and she was
grinning mischievously. "What? You know what he's on about?"
"Well, make three guesses!"
"Um, well, I guess, getting you back, sweet."
"Nice but no. Try again!" Serena had her arms around him and hugging 
him
tightly.
"Um, having a bright new life?"
" I hope so! But, not quite." Serena was rubbing her tummy and smiling 
at 
him.
"Um, wait. It's-Its. I'm gonna be daddy?" Darien asked in astonishment, 
hardly d
aring to breathe.
"Yes!" Darien had his hand on her tummy, feeling and marveling at the 
tiny 
beats
from inside. He looked at his wife, the most beautiful woman in his 
life; 
the one
who loved him without a limit. He loved her so much.
	The prince had finally learned to love.