Author's Note: I do not own anything about Sofia the First. That's all Disney. This is for entertainment purposes and nobody pays me a thing. Darn It! This is a Cedric/Sofia pairing with Sofia being of proper, legal age and all. I will never ever write a romantic story about these two in which Sofia is not at least 18 years old.

I went back and re-edited the entire story from the beginning. The new chapter are easily distinguished by the song lyrics before each chapter.

Intoxication: Chapter One

Walk on broken glass, make my way through fire
These are the things I would do for love
Farewell peace of mind, kiss goodbye to reason
Up is down, the impossible occurs each day

This intoxication thrills me
I only pray it doesn't kill me

Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me

-Savage Garden, The Best Thing

"Dump me two days before Valentine's day," she muttered to herself, "I'll show him."

Princess Amber of Enchancia had many fine qualities, but accepting defeat gracefully was not among her talents. Her considerable breadth for petty revenge was at the fore of her mind as she cut ingredients and crushed dried herbs.

She double checked the instructions from a book at her elbow while stirring the contents of a small cauldron. Potion making had never been a strong suit of hers and she talked to herself aloud to make sure every step was executed to perfection.

"Just a pinch of Heatstring buds. Sixteen turns to the right, and perfect!"

The potion turned rose pink with wisps of shimmering steam floating into the air. She took a deep breath. The air smelled faintly of raspberries and chocolate, just as Madame Du Bois' Big Book of Love Spells said it should.

A smile stretched across her face. Prince Hugo would meet his match today once she poured a few drops of Fountain D'engouement in his punch. He'd fall all over himself begging her to take him back. And when he did, then she'd crush him, just as he had done to her. She'd make him beg before rejecting him in front of the entire kingdom at tonight's ball. Her eyes narrowed in anticipated victory.

All that remained was to pour the potion carefully into a bottle. She lifted the cooled cauldron with both hands, balancing the heavy weight with her forearms.

Careful. Careful.

"Amber!"

Sofia rushed into the room, relieved to have finally found the object of her pursuit. Amber had been missing all morning, and their parents charged Sofia with the task of finding her. Today Enchancia played host to the annual Valentine's Day Gala, which entailed not only the namesake party that evening, but a whole day of festivities. Sofia was anxious to try all the treats and games, more so now that she'd exhausted half her morning searching the whole castle. Considering Amber planned almost every detail about the day, she should have been standing front and center of it all.

Sofia's exuberant shout startled her sister, who had chosen this little used room at the far end of the castle specifically for its seclusion. Amber spun on her heels, surprised and embarrassed to be caught. The contents of the heavy cauldron sloshed, threatening to tip her over. Sofia reached out to steadying hand. The potion sloshed forward with accelerated momentum and spilled over the rim all down the front of Sofia's lavender dress.

"Ugh!" She looked down to see her chest and gown covered in a pink syrupy substance.

"Damn it, Sofia!" Amber set the empty cauldron down with a thump. "Look what you made me do."

Sofia's eyebrows rose with interest. Amber never swore; she claimed it unbecoming of a princess.

"Amber, what is this stuff?"

Ire cooled by rising embarrassment, Amber twisted her fingers together nervously. "It's a potion."

"I can see that." Sofia cautiously touched the tacky liquid. Her dress was ruined. "But what is it for?"

"Um, ere," Amber tried to think up an excuse why she would be here, secreted away, brewing a mysterious potion. "Alright, it's an infatuation potion. I made it for Hugo."

The whole story spilled out. The break up right before the most romantic day of the year, Amber's humiliation, and her plan to seek revenge against her former beau.

Sofia listened, incredulous. If she believed for a second that Amber actual cared for Hugo and was genuinely hurt by his rejection, then she'd have some sympathy for her sister's ill conceived plan. Amber's pride that had been hurt, nothing more.

"You made a love potion? And you planned to use it? Do you have any idea how terrible and dishonest that is?"

Amber's shoulders pulled up around her ears. Despite her false bravado, she cared deeply for Sofia and wished her sister to have a good view of her. Still, she remained stubbornly defensive. "It's an infatuation potion, not a love potion. I wasn't going to make Hugo love me, just want me enough that it would really hurt when I rejected him."

"Alright," Sofia took a deep breath, seeing no reason to continue arguing. "Let's start with what exactly is in this potion."

"I don't know," Amber shrugged. "A little Heatstring, some Lover's Knot, Cerulean Waters. What does it matter? It's ruined now."

Sofia tried to keep her temper in check, reminding herself that Amber didn't know nearly as much about potions and their power. "It matters," she spoke slowly, "because I'm covered in this stuff and some potions are administered topically."

"Huh?"

"Absorbed through the skin."

"Oh. Oh!" Amber cried, finally catching up to the seriousness of the situation. "Well, let's see here."

She picked up the spell book and laid it upon the table for both of them to read. Sofia ran her finger over the lines on the page.

"It says here Fountain D'engouement is intended to create warm feelings of affection coupled with lustful desire and lowered inhibitions. The effects are temporary depending on dosage." She skimmed further down. "Ah, here! Fountain D'engouement can be administered orally or absorbed through the dermis."

"The what?"

"It means skin. Dosage," Sofia continued to read, "Administer one to two drop per eight ounces of liquid or directly to the skin for one hour of infatuation."

Amber cringed and shied away as the meaning became clear.

"One to two drops. Drops! I'm covered in this stuff!" Sofia wailed in dismay.

"Let's not panic," Amber put her hand out in a placating gesture. "I've never been that great at potion making. Perhaps it won't even work. Here it says you should feel a warm, tingling sensation. Do you feel warm and tingly?"

Sofia contemplated. "No, I feel cold and wet."

"Well, there you go." Amber smiled.

Sofia rolled her eyes, still unconvinced. "Grab that book and come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To my room. I need to wash this off and change. And we need to be certain your potion making skills are as bad as you think."

"Hey!"

Sofia emerged from her private bath, scrubbed red from scourging her skin with hot water. She donned a flowing pink dress with satin rosettes on the bodice. Normally she shied away from pink because it clashed with her amulet, but the loose material, tied at the back with a sash, was one of the few ensembles she could put on without the help of a maid. She didn't need Violet questioning exactly how she'd ruined her first dress.

Amber sat at the vanity, examining Madame Du Bois' book. "How do you feel?"

Sofia considered for a moment, testing the edges of her senses. "I feel fine. Better now that I got that gunk off."

"No tingles?"

"Nope. But we need to be sure. Let me see that book."

"I've already read everything about it. It says the effects will wear off after the appropriate time depending on dosage or until the object of your desire has been obtained, whatever that means."

"Look," Sofia pointed, reading over Amber's shoulder. "It says there's an antidote. 'If an overdose occurs, or if potion abatement is required, brew and administered the counter potion. For instruction see volume II'."

She picked up the book, leafing through the pages before looking all around, as if another volume would magically appear. "Where's Volume II?"

"How should I know?" Amber huffed.

"Well, where did you get this book?"

"Some traveling trader in the village. They had a whole display for Valentine's Day."

"Did they have the second volume?"

"I don't know!" Amber threw her hands up, becoming thoroughly annoyed with the whole affair. "I wasn't looking for volume II."

"Great," Sofia whined, "Now we have to go to the village."

"But the party," Amber wailed.

"This is a little more important, Amber."

"Come on, Sofia. I'm not spending all day traipsing around the dingy village to find some cart which probably isn't even there anymore. Besides," she gestured out the window, "The carriages from Tangu and Wei-Ling have already arrived. All our friends will be here soon," she pouted. "The stupid potion didn't even work anyway."

"We don't know that." Sofia chewed her lip in indecision. She wanted to believe that Amber was right, but feared what would happen if she were wrong. "What if I get to the ball tonight an start ...," she blushed, unable to find a word bad enough to describe the embarrassing picture in her head. "Hanging all over every man in the kingdom. We should go to the village."

Amber's shoulders sank, before she suddenly brightened. "Wait a minute. Let's not be too hasty. Let's at least test it out to see if there is anything to worry about."

"Amber, what -"

Before she could protest Amber grabbed Sofia's arm, dragging her out of the room.

The blond princess's eyes scouted the hallway before landing on her target. "There, look."

Sofia looked in the direction of her sister's out-flung arm, but all she saw was Baileywick, the castle steward, making final adjustments to an arrangement of roses in an alcove.

"Baileywick!" Amber called, waving. "Could you come here for a moment?"

"Ah, Princess Amber, Princess Sofia," he bowed respectfully upon his approach. "How are you today?"

"I don't know," Amber said, considering Sofia closely. "How are we today, Sofia?"

Sofia's normally genteel demeanor was giving way to an intense desire to smack her sister. She clenched her jaw to keep her irritation at bay. "Fine."

"We're fine," Amber smiled at the steward. "That will be all."

He bowed again, giving them an odd look. "As you wish."

Sofia returned to her room with her sister in tow. "See," Amber beamed. "Nothing to worry about. No reason to go to the village and certainly no reason to miss the festivities."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "Really? You thought I was going to go all ga-ga over Baileywick?"

"Well, he is a man."

"Barely," Sofia mumbled. She didn't wish to be unkind, but the castle steward was about as sexual as a tree stump.

Amber threw her hands up in frustration. "If you're so worried about it then go see Cedric."

Sofia's back straightened in alarm. How did Amber know? She had always been so careful. "Wh ... why would I do that?"

"Oh, I don't know," Amber drawled while checking her makeup in the vanity mirror. "Because he's the royal sorcerer. You know, the creepy guy who's good at making potions. I'm sure he can make some counter spell-potion-thingy."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Sofia edged, "and he's not creepy."

"No, this is good," Amber said, warming to her own idea. She began bustling about the room, first drawing the curtains, then stuffing some pillows under the coverlet. "I'll tell mom and dad you're not feeling well and want to rest before the ball. You run over to see Cedric to make you the anti-potion or whatever."

"And this way you don't miss out on any of the party," Sofia added dryly.

"Please, Sofia." Amber clasped her hands in front of her in a pleading gesture and batted her eyes.

"Stop that." Sofia could already feel herself giving in, much too nice for her own good. "What makes you so sure I won't go throwing myself at Cedric?"

The blond snorted in a very un-princess like manner. "Please, I'm not worried about that. If Baileywick doesn't count as male, neither does Cedric."

Sofia huffed, offended but unable to defend her friend and mentor for fear she'd give herself away. Amber only saw anyone with the social standing of prince or higher as worthwhile.

"If you're so worried about it, I'll come check on you in an hour," Amber said, pushing the book into Sofia's hands, and ushering her out the door.

"You're not coming with me?"

"Someone has to go and spread the story that you're sick in bed."

"Yeah, and go have fun at the brunch with all of our friends, but that's a burden you're willing to bear I'm sure."

"Certainly, and the sooner you go get the counter-potion, the sooner you can join me." Amber gave her a nudge in the direction of the north tower.

"Okay," she groused. "But you promise you'll come check on me in an hour."

"Princess's honor."

"Alright," Sofia said, not feeling at all good about the turn of events the day had taken.

Clutching the book to her chest, she marched off toward Cedric's tower. As she went she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Amber had no way of knowing, in fact no one did as Sofia had taken great pains to disguise her growing affection for her mentor, but for some time now she'd harbored very strong feelings towards him. At first she wrote it off as a crush, an adolescent infatuation she would grow out of. But as she grew, so did her attraction to him. She couldn't help feeling that going to see Cedric today, of all days, and in this condition was a very bad idea.

Once outside his door she took a bracing breath and knocked, half hoping he wasn't there. She had no such luck as she heard the scrapping of a stool, some shuffling, and the door opening.

Cedric stood in the doorway looking tired and mused. He'd been busy the past few days preparing for the ball, charming silly little trinkets like singing flowers and candies that changed flavor based a person's mood. Magic shows had blessedly fallen out of favor, replaced by magical decorations and exotic feasts. He was more than content not to perform at today's gala. Instead he was looking forward to ignoring Valentine's Day altogether and staying in with a pot of hot tea and the latest magic tome procured from the village bookstore.

Hearing a knock on his door while the royal brunch was in full swing, he assumed he was about to receive a last minute request or summons, thus ruining his perfectly bland afternoon.

"Princess Sofia," he perked up in surprise. "To what do I owe the ... honor?" His cheeks reddened at the unsaid word "pleasure". He wanted to smack himself. Lately he'd turned into a blithering idiot when his former apprentice was around. It may or may not have something to do with her recent blossoming into womanhood and him pulling his head out of his cauldron long enough to finally notice.

It made small talk between them painfully awkward.

Even more so when the other person didn't actually participate.

"Princess?"

Sofia realized dimly that she had been standing at his doorway a full minute without saying a word. She knew he'd spoken to her, but she was a bit too preoccupied to respond.

Warm and tingly didn't begin to cover it.

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