I was bored one day and wanted to write something. So I asked my friend for her two favorite characters and rolled with it. I kind of like how it turned out. That's about it.

ENJOY~

Tyki/lavi

The Prince and the measly pauper

I stood off to the side of the dance floor and watched from a stalker's point of view as all the women dressed in their finest garments holding the men of their choice also dressed to impress.

I couldn't help but feel jealousy surge through my veins as I caught sight of a certain duke dancing with one of these finely dressed women.

I could tell from his body language that he wasn't interested in the beauty before him. His eyes would occasionally flick over to where I stood. Sometimes I would meet his intense gaze promising compensation for what he was forced to do, in public, and other times I would simply stare at me shoes which were shined to the point where I could see my reflection in them.

What he had to do hurt me, but I understood where he was coming from. He was higher up on the political food chain than me. He was practically a god compared to my measly standards. I was a pauper in the eyes of many around me and yet he only had eyes for me. For that I was grateful.

My head shot up at the sound of applause and people erupted laughter and rather loud boasting on some new deal that had made. I shook my head and eptied the class in my hand. Every man and that included women too, were frauds.

Their idea of earning money was crushing everyone of lesser importance under their blood stained heels. I was lucky enough to be high enough on the "social chart" to no be subjected to this, plus I don't think Tyki would of allowed it.

I brought my eyes up again to scan the room and caught Tyki's eyes yet again. His gaze told me more then it normally did. He was bored with his current surrounding's, and he wished for me and him to sneak off somewhere and have his way with me.

This happened way more than I care to admit. It's always the same too. We shag, he spends a few minutes telling me how sorry he was and if things were different he wouldn't hide our relationship from others. So I spend this time reassuring him that I know he's only doing this because he wants to protect me. Always the same.

But as his body slams against mine in an abandoned broom closet at the other end of the banquet hall, all those thoughts seemed to evaporate.

If one day I wasn't going to be able to enjoy this then I might as well enjoy it now.

Because face it,

I was sort of a push over.

Wow…that came out of nowhere.

Requested by Infin80 :3

Terror In Words~