I unbuttoned Zoicite's shirt slowly.

-'Darien, there is something I must tell you. You must not be angry with me. Please… don't send me away!'-

Running my hands through glorious lengths of soft blonde hair.

-'What is it? You know you can trust me…'

He stepped closer.-

A soft moan.

-'You must not tell anyone…'

'Zoicite what is it?'-

Teeth biting me, oh god nice…

-He started to undress…

I started to get aroused…-

I groan at the memory.

-I watch… my heart beating fast, my blood racing. Yes take everything off. I step closer.

'No you must not come close, not until I….'

And then I see.-

'Oh God Darien, please please please,' She whispered in my ear.

I obliged.

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We kept everything secret. No one could know that Zoicite was a girl. No one. The reasons for that being obvious. Instant death. For both of them.

It was acceptable on Earth to have affairs, it was even acceptable on Earth to lie about yourself. But not for royalty. Never for royalty. If you got caught… Especially not for Darien who was set to marry the Crown Princess of the Universe in a mere three years.

It was not acceptable. And yet… this was love. This was all the love that Darien would ever need. This was all the love that Darien had ever wanted. This was his soulmate, and at the same time… this was heart break. For it could never ever be.

Darien didn't know how he had missed it. All this time he had thought that Zoicite was a boy. Everyone had. Everyone still did. Except for Darien knew. He knew the voice that whispered from his pillow, the body that he felt underneath him every night, the beautiful face… he knew who this belonged to. His wife. His wife in all but name.

She protected him day and night, as he protected her. She was part of his Royal Guard, sworn together for life. They might as well be husband and wife, for they would never part. Ever.

Even when he had to marry that other one. The other one who didn't matter. And it wouldn't matter once they were married who he fucked and who he made love with. Because he knew for sure that the little girl he met two years ago… he could never love her. Not even a bit.

He was already taken. Heart and soul.

'What are you thinking about Darien?' Zoicite asked, running her fingers along his neck.

'Oh, nothing, my love.' Darien whispered back. Because truly thoughts of the Princess were nothing. Nothing that mattered.

Zoicite's eyes darkened.

'What is it?' Darien shrunk back a bit. Zoicite could get angry very fast, and get very vicious.

'You were thinking about her weren't you?' Zoicite's fingers tightened on his neck.

'N-no, no I wasn't. Well maybe for a second, but I was thinking about how she doesn't matter!' Darien stammered out, feeling the fingers digging in.

'And now you're lying to me!?' She looked outraged.

'No! Yes! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!'

Rage. And pure hatred in her eyes.

Darien took a deep breath. But then nothing. Nothing came. Maybe he only dreamed up the rage and hatred, because right now all those eyes were showing was sorrow.

'Will you love me forever Darien? Even when you marry her?' Zoicite said softly, looking lonely and heart broken.

'Yes… forever and ever.' Darien kissed her softly on the lips.

'I love you, Darling.' She said, a small smile on her mouth. 'Don't worry, everything will turn out perfect.'

Was that amusement in her eyes? No. Couldn't be. There is only love in her eyes. Only love for him… forever.