Hello my readers, bet you thought I'd given up on this story. Sorry about that, I got a little writers block and then life happened, but I am here with an update. Thank you to all of those who reviewed and sent me positive messages about finishing up the story, and I hope this makes up just a bit. It isn't very long, but I figured you guys have been waiting so long that anything is better then nothing. So here we go...

"Princesa," a soldier yelled from outside their chambers. "There are boats ahead. They look like Luna boats. "

Santana slid out of her spot next to Brittany, retrieving her pants from the floor. "They are probably reinforcements, send a boat ahead to inform them the war is over."

"Right away Princesa," she heard his feet make there way back up to the deck.

She sat back on the bed to tie up her shoes, her naked breasts rubbing against her slack clad legs. She felt a dainty finger make a trail down her spine, stopping above her pants to continue it's trail back up to her neck.

Brittany sat up, scooting closer placing her knees on either side of her brunnette. She closed her eyes enjoying her fully naked form pressed up against hot flesh. Santana always was a little hotter then she was, it made for sleeping together perfect. She was her own little personal fireplace, always keeping her cold body warm. She could feel Santana automatically push against her to get that much closer.

Smiling Brittany pressed feather light kisses from her shoulder to her ear. She trailed her tongue along the shell of her ear like she knew her latina loved. "Do you have to go?"

Santana looked over her shoulder, into crystal blue eyes, " As much as I would love to just lock myself in here and have my wicked way with you, you know I can't. I have get back out there, and help the men."

Brittany pouted, "I know."

Santana stood up from her spot between creamy thighs, turning to face her pouting blond. She gently pushed the blonde back onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Loving the feel of their breasts pressed up against each other. "The faster we get home, the quicker you gets all up on this."

She swatted the brunettes butt playfully, before gently biting her lip. "Better hurry up then."

Plump lips landed a gentle kiss on a pale nose. "Love you."

"Love you more."

She pulled on her shirt, leaving the blond with a quick, "impossible." Before exiting out the door.

"What's going on," she asked the nearest soldier on deck. Everyone stood still as they looked out at the boats in the distance.

"There is a bad feeling going around, the boats are definitely Luna boats but they bare no island flags."

"Get me a spyglass," the warrior retrieved one from his back pocket.

She looked through it, not sure exactly what to look for, until it appeared. Standing on the deck of one of the mystery boats with a sinister smile on his face.

"Who did we send over there," she watched her boat sail to the others.

The soldier looked at his princesa even more worried than before, "Francisco and about 30 men."

She watched as a boat off to the side, out of Francisco's line of sight prepared a large sling for firing.

"It's an ambush!" she screamed. Tearing her eyes away to look at her men. "Man the boats, fill the slings, and prepare for attack.

She heard the loud sound of large tar and fire covered boulders crashing into wood, yelling and screaming. As she turned she could make out some of her soldiers badly burned bodies littering the water. Santana closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer for her uncle. "We attack upon arrival, no hesitation men these are traitors. Sail out to them."

"Send Cesar to my chamber immediately," she yelled on her way back to the bottom of the boat.

She knocked on each of the couples doors yelling a quick, "my room now."

She busted into her room, searching for her sword.

"San, what's going on? I heard screaming."

"We're under attack," she said calmly as she strapped the sword around her waist.

"By who?" She watched her fiancee ignore her to try to steady her trembling fingers. She rushed over placing her hands on either side of her face. "Who is attacking us?"

She felt her eyes water as she thought of her uncle, "They attacked the boat I sent out early... Francisco was on that boat."

She hugged the latina from behind, before turing her around so she could look at the latinas face. "Oh baby, i'm so sorry. Im sure he is fine, he is so strong. He could survive anything. Who is attacking us though? Elec is dead."

"My cousin. He is after my throne, my abuela's reign is over. I'm the only thing standing in the way of him being king."

Cesar busted in followed by Blaine, Kurt, Rachel, and Quinn.

"You called for me princesa."

Santana turned her face to wipe her tear stained cheeks. "Cesar I need you to take the princess and my friends somewhere safe. It's too dangerous here."

"No," Brittany yelled. "I'm not leaving you again."

Completely ignoring her blond, "Take one of the boats and head back to Dashania. Stay in the caves."

"With all do respect I should be here, my leg is fine."

"I have no doubts you are capable of fighting, that is why i'm sending you with them. I trust no one else with their safety."

Cesar nodded.

She turned back around to face Brittany, " You're going to get on that boat Brittany."

"No."

"Its not a request."

It happened so fast she had no time to react as she felt the sting of a slap across her cheek.

Kurt gasped in the background.

Brittany placed her hand on the opposite cheek to turn mocha eyes back to hers, "I am not one of your soldiers that you can just command Santana, I'm your fiancee. Your equal. Okay?"

Santana nodded, still in slight shock.

"I'm not going anywhere, understand?"

She nodded again obediently.

Santana turned to face her friends. "Cesar you're in charge till I get back up there, if everyone else could please leave the room so I can have a word with my fiancee that would be great."

Brittany watched everyone leave the room, missing Kurt whisper, "they're going to have sex now aren't they," and the consecutive, " yes," that followed.

She looked over at her fiancee, "Im sorry about sla..."

The blond couldn't even finish before she was being pushed back, her thighs hitting a chest. Santana wasted no time before lifting her love just the tiniest bit to get her sitting on top of it.

Brittany moaned as lips made their way to her neck, while tan hands mercilessly ripped her nightgown down the middle. Creamy breast falling free from her gowns grips.

Pale fingers gripped raven locks. Santana wrapped her lips around a pink nipple, before trailing kisses down the ripped opening.

Brittany looked down, feeling hot wetness dripping down her stomach. She lifted up the latinas chin, just in time to catch another round of tears. "Baby?"

"I...I just love you so much," Santana rested her head on her exposed chest.

"I know you do baby."

"I don't want anything to happen to you, if I have already lost Francisco, and if i lose you too I will die," the latina whispered into her blonde's cleavage. "I would give him my throne, if it meant no harm would ever come to you."

"You need to be strong, you told me how terrible your cousin was, you can't do that to your people. Besides there is no way to ensure I never get hurt, I could trip and break my neck. What are you going to do, lock me away so I never get hurt."

"No, but-"

"No buts. I meant what I said, we are equals. I'm not that little girl you needed to protect from the big bad world anymore."

Santana looked down quietly, "you're right. I'm sorry."

They turned their heads after a banging started at the door. "Santana the boats are in close distance. "

"Me voy," Brittany wiped away the tear stains adorning her loves face.

"I will be right here when you get back."

Santana placed a kiss on her lips, before turning to leave the room.

Santana stepped past the threshold, coming face to face with her closest friends. "I want you guys to stay here. Leave me with Cesar for a minute, i'm sure Brittany could use the company."

Her four friends scurried into her room, leaving only Cesar.

He knew exactly what she wanted. What she wished she didn't have to say. "She really is your soulmate, she knows exactly how to handle you."

Santana smiled, happy to change the topic for even a second. "She's had years of practice."

Cesar nodded, "I will do whatever I need to, to keep her safe. You have my word."

"I have no doubt in that," she patted his shoulder before exiting the lower level. A heavy weight lifted off her shoulders, knowing her love would be safe.

"Did someone inform the other ships of the ambush?" She asked a nearby warrior.

"Si princesa," he said showing her on a map how they are positioned. "Hector thought it best to come at them head on, since they are already anticipating our arrival. We will use the smaller boats to cover the main ship, before splitting to allow attack."

"Very good."

"PRINCESA!" Another warrior yelled from the front.

"What is it?" She ran over grabbing the spyglass from his hand.

"They are waving a white flag."

She looked sceptically at the white flag being waved in the air. "How can it be they surrender before we have even attacked."

"Maybe they know they won't win."

"It has to be a trick," she looked back at her men. "Prepare for attack men, but do not attack till my command."

"Si princesa!" The men went to work leading their formation.

She watched from her spot as her cousin paced the enemy boat. Her boats cut through open water like butter, and the bodies of her fellow warriors littered the water. She said a little prayer to Sol for each of her fallen men, and this only fueled her anger.

It wasn't till there lying in the cool waters of the ocean floating face down in the water, could she finally feel her anger blaze like the rings of flame on Sol himself. She stopped a young warrior as he was rushing to help man the boat. "Take a crew, one of the smaller ships and retrieve the bodies from the water. Then sail back to Luna. entender?"

He nodded, before running off.

She watched as her men gave the boy questioning looks as one of the smaller boats stopped and turned back.

"Change of plans men," she yelled. Images of her dead uncle floating in the ocean plaguing her memory. "Do you see what he did to our island brothers? Did he show them mercy?"

Eager ears listened to their future queen, "so why should we show them any? How can we forgive these traitors?... Simple, we can not! So men we will not allow them to surrender, we will fight till every traitor is offered the same treatment they offered our brothers! We will fight for La Isla Luna! We will fight!"

She lifted up her fist, "por La Isla Luna!"

The chants of hundreds of men could be heard from across the waters as each boat repeated the chant in perfect unison. Ricardo could feel the chills make their way up his spine as his cousins boats speedily approached to the music of their doom.

He tried to contain himself as he stopped his pacing to look at his men.

"Looks like they didn't take the bait," a warrior said from next to him.

Ricardo slapped him across the back of the head, "thank you for the obvious idiota."

"Men do you see what we are up against? If we fail we will be ruled for who knows how long by another WOMAN! So we must not only fight, we must win. Win for your future king, for the future of La Isla Sol! Thats right men, no mas de La Isla Luna, Sol is the true island, and I the true heir to the throne."

The cheering was hesitant, loud, but hesitant, anyone on Santana's ship could hear how unsure their former brothers were.

"They're still Luna people though, even if they made a mistake," Blaine said looking through his spyglass.

Santana stopped her writing to turn around and face her best friend, "Speak frankly Anderson."

Blaine closed his telescope and placed it in his pocket, "I think that these men made a mistake, but that killing them wouldn't be sending the right message."

"And what message should I be sending?" She said placing her hands on her hips.

"Acceptance, kindness... forgiveness."

She looked through her own telescope at the faces of her traitorous men, but her men none the less. " What do you suggest?"

He tried hard to hide how proud he was of her, but Santana could still make out the small smile from her peripheral vision. "What do you suggest?"

"Offer a trade?" He said as if it was obvious.

"For my cousin?"

"And for their freedom and loyalty."

"What if it doesn't work, and they use that opportunity to attack us?"

"Do you see their faces, it's going to work. They don't want to do this. Your cousin has fear on his side, but he is no leader."

Santana sighed, she knew this was the right thing to do, but if it failed then the price to pay would be the lives of her men, her friends, her love, and herself. 'This is what Brittany would do, she would give them a chance.'

"Halt the attack!" she yelled to her men, and a chorus of, "halt's" from her men followed.

"Hector take two men and sail out to their ship. Set up a trade, my cousin for their immunity.

"Princesa, but what if he meets us out to the trade and attacks?"

Santana didn't mind being questioned, even as future ruler she liked that her men could speak frankly with her, and that they could come to her with their concerns without fear of being punished. She could not better her home and the lives of her people if they were too afraid to think and speak for themselves.

"He wont, my cousin is a coward. If he thinks that there is any chance that we are going to use this opportunity to attack, then we will put his own men in danger before himself."

"Very well princesa, I will prepare the boat," he bowed before heading towards the small boats. "Los dos vamos, we are heading over for a trade."

Two young warriors without hesitation followed Hector to the boats. Santana watched as they were lowered into the water and then made their way over. One of the younger warriors blew on a horn, the Isla Luna sign of a ceasefire to the enemy.

She looked through her spyglass as her cousin responded with barked orders at his men. Three men stepped into boats and lowered themselves down, neither of which were her cousin. "Is being ruled by a woman so bad, that some of my people would rather be ruled by that!"

"I think it is because of the very opposite actually. I think some men are afraid that a woman with no man behind or in front of her has ruled La Isla Luna better than any man has ever before. They are afraid that their old ways of putting women in the background was a mistake, and that men are incapable of successfully ruling."

"I thought La Isla Luna was better than that," Santana shook her head.

"You must remember that you are relatively new to La Isla. Or home wasn't always this excepting, your great grandfather was a great man, but he wasn't a big enforcer on gender equality. Women were to be respected, but not enough to have opinions that overpower their husbands. It wasn't until your grandfather took the throne after his older brother died in battle that things began to change. Your grandfather was nothing like his other male kin, he was raised almost solely by his mother, who was not the queen."

Santana looked at Blaine in disbelief, "are you telling me that my grandfather was like me? Not of full royal blood?"

Blaine smiled, "I think that is why the Queen is so fond of you. You are the best parts of her late husband and son. Being raised solely by a woman, a working woman, your grandfather knew what it was like to live outside the royal castle walls, to be one of the people, but most importantly he knew what it was like to be raised by a powerful, intelligent, hard working woman. So when he ascended the throne, he searched for the perfect Queen, not someone who would always agree with him, but rather someone who would challenge him, and had an opinion of her own. He changed the way women are treated, and slowly gender equality has seemed like a real shot. It's a battle though, and some are still set in the old ways, and have raised their children to believe in their ways as well."

"We are products of our environment," Santana said quietly.

"Hmm?" Blaine asked not hearing all of what she said.

"My mother. she used to tell me that, when I would ask her why certain people were the way they were," she could hear her mother saying it now. "We can't always blame people for how they act. We are all products of our environment."

"Your mother sounds very wise, I cant wait to meet her someday."

"She is, she would have made a great queen."

Blaine looked back into the telescope, as two boats made their way to each other.

"Hello Hector," one of the traitors said.

"Gonzalo," Hector said as he slowed the boat to a stop, right along side the enemies boat. "What are you doing hombre? ¿Estás loco?"

"We both know who is the crazy one here, you would fight for that woman? A stranger?"

"Not just a woman Gonzalo, our future Queen!" He said angrily, "you would rather La Isla be run into the ground by that pendejo, all for the sake of our home being run by a man, no excuse me a boy."

"Our rightful king," he argued back.

"Is that the garbage he is feeding you? Do you really believe that if we went into battle right now, that he would think twice about sacrificing all of you for his safety. Once things go south, that boy will leave you behind to die by the hands of your brothers. Does the brotherhood of your people mean nothing?"

"What would you have us do Hector? It is too late, we have chosen our sides. The only thing we can do if fight with honor, and stand behind the one we chose to fight for."

"That's where you are wrong, la princesa is kind and just, she promises to forgive your betrayal in exchange for her cousin. You can come back with us, this doesn't have to end with bloodshed. None of our people should die at the hand of our own brothers."

Gonzalo looked back at the two other men in his boat, who looked just as hopeful as he felt about the proposition. He looked back at Hector, and trusted the honesty in his eyes, "How do I get the others to agree."

"Just be honest with them, and tell them about the deal we made here."

"Very well Hector, I trust you. We accept your trade." He grabbed the oars and they made their way back to Ricardos ship.

"Alright men, lets let the princesa know the good news," he said as he lead his men back to their ship.

"What happened?" Santana asked as Hector and her men headed up the ladder.

"They agreed to the trade, luckily Gonzalo is over there and he is a very good speaker. He will talk the others into agreeing, not that it would take much convincing."

"Look princesa," one of her warriors yelled. "They are back at the ship."

She ran over to him and grabbed the telescope, "let me see."

She watched as the traitors climbed back into the ship from their small boat, she could not hear them, but she could tell that they were trying to convince the others to surrender. They all looked around at each other, needing that one person to agree, so they could all feel safe to do the same. It was an young hefty man who stepped forward first, and like wildfire this spread, until they all stepped forward one by one. Not a single man decided to fight back. Santana watched a small group of them go below deck, and within minutes her cousin was brought up bound and gagged.

"I'd say that was a success," Hector said from next to the princess.

"Let's not get comfortable, this could all be part of his plan." She continued to watch, when suddenly things seemed very strange. Gonzalo and the other men were leading Ricardo to the edge of the ship, facing directly at her. She could barely react before Gonzalo slit his neck wide open. Blood dripping down his chest and staining his white shirt. She gasped as her cousins now lifeless body was shoved over the edge of the boat and into the calm water below.

She looked over at Gonzalo, "It appears our attempts at a peaceful surrender have failed, and it is now time to raise the war flags. Ricardo was an evil weasel, but NO ONE deserves to die like that, and I can not have that poison on our island. So sound the horn, and prepare our men, it is time to end this now."

"Si mi princesa," Hector ran off to deliver the instructions, leaving Santana and Blaine alone at the head of the ship.

"The time of acceptance, kindness, and forgiveness is over for them," she said to herself.

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