Sticks and Stones
Sakura found Rena by the tables with a glass of wine in her hand, looking bored. "Rena? Where's Syaoron?" Sakura asked as she walked up to her sister.
"Oh hello Sakura; he's gone to find his brother-something about an announcement." She replied, taking a sip of wine.
"We're to be presented with something for the engagement…" Sakura said softly.
"Oh, I see. Hey, speaking of, there they are." Rena smiled, taking another sip of her drink.
Syaoran stepped forward and called for silence, gaining everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentleman, distinguished guests and nobleman; tonight we are brought together not only for entertainment, but for a very special announcement." Syaoran began. "Tonight I would like to introduce you all to someone very special; Princess Sakura, I'd like to ask you to step forward." He spoke.
Sakura nervously made her way towards the front in her noticeable gown. All eyes were on her as her shoes tapped on the floor. She walked through the crowd, hearing all sorts of whispers:
"Where is she from?"
"I've never seen her before-is she really a princess?"
She tried to ignore the whispers and suspicions around her, and walked up the twelve marble stairs. She came to stand in front of Syaoran, who smiled softly at her, and Chii stepped forward holding a purple velvet cushion lined in gold. Something was on top covered with a black cloth. Syaoran turned and pulled back the cloth, revealing a beautiful headpiece of silver crystal and platinum flowers and leaves. Hanging from either end of the headpiece were crystal beads; the headpiece itself was round, curving to the shape of a bun.
He picked it up carefully and looked to her, "Could you turn around please?" He asked softly, just to her.
She did so, and he placed it in her hair so it sat on top of the braid in the centre, the beads hanging neatly over the edge. She could see all eyes on her; some jealous, some joyful, some wore scorn. Others seemed indifferent, and there were so many more that she couldn't describe. All she wanted to do was run as she looked at all of their faces, fear settling in on her like thick black smoke smothering her lungs. Syaoran took his place by her side, and a loud applause rose in the hall. Syaoran called for silence again, and then spoke.
"Thank you. Now I believe my brother has an announcement." He smiled, and stepped back.
Syaoron stepped forward, and applause rose once again. He silenced it quickly. "Thank you, yes. You always have been one for speeches, haven't you?" Syaoron said to his brother.
Syaoran smiled with a hint of sarcasm and laughter filled the room, and then died down.
"Well, now we all know my brother is engaged. There is someone I'd also like to call forward," He announced.
Rena placed her wine glass down and sighed.
"Princess Rena, could you step forward please." He said.
Rena walked towards him, making her way through the crowd just like her sister had though with much more composure. Similar whispers arose as she headed up the twelve stairs, and similar to what had happened before, Chii stepped forward holding a black velvet cushion with something on top covered with a red cloth. He peeled it back revealing a similar headpiece, only with red gems and gold metalwork. He picked it up and made eye contact with her, and she turned around. He was gentle in placing it in her hair, and when he was done he came to stand beside her. Applause filled the room again, congratulating the two couples.
Syaoran stepped forward once again and then spoke. "May you all enjoy the rest of the night, thank you." He smiled, bringing the speech to an end.
Sakura looked to Syaoran who took her hand and led her down the stairs, just as his brother and Rena did.
Music played, but they didn't take the dance floor unlike many of the others. Instead they made their way through the crowd, stopping to speak to several nobles and aristocrats. Sakura shied away, afraid of the people speaking with her; she offered shy nods and smiled but rarely said anything. Rena just smiled, never saying anything. The boys did all the talking.
A pair of nobles walked up to Syaoran and Sakura, interrupting their conversation.
"Hello Prince Syaoran." A woman spoke.
He looked up to find a couple standing in front of them; they looked to be about their age. The woman had long dark-almost black-straight hair, and she was wearing a black and purple gown. She had a heavy looking obsidian pendant around her neck, and long black lace gloves on her arms. The gentleman beside her was dressed in black with a white dress shirt and purple tie. He had a ring that bore a strange crest of poison ivy and a snake. He had black hair, and his eyes were almost black, startling Sakura.
"Good evening, Lady Leanne, Lord Alexander." He greeted.
"Are you having a good evening?" Lady Leanne asked.
"Yes, thank you." Syaoran smiled. Sakura held his hand tightly, suddenly feeling extremely uneasy around this pair.
Leanne turned her attention to Sakura; she looked her over, examining her. "So you're princess Sakura?" she asked.
Sakura nodded timidly.
"What country are you from?" Leanne asked curiously.
"…Ainz…" Sakura whispered.
"Ainz? I thought that the castle was in ruins." Lord Alexander spoke.
Sakura stayed silent as sadness filled her eyes. Syaoran squeezed her hand. "That's why she's living here." He said with a smile.
"Ah, I see. But how can she run her country if she's not there?" Alexander questioned.
"I ask that you stop with these demeaning questions." Syaoran spoke icily.
Leanne smiled, "Forgive us-we were only curious. We'll be taking our leave now; goodbye Princess Sakura, Prince Syaoran." She smiled, and left the young couple.
Syaoran quickly guided Sakura outside to sit by the fountain, and he held her face between his hands. "Sakura, look at me." He said softly.
She looked at him, anguish clearly showing in her eyes. "I'm sorry…" She whispered.
He shook his head, "Sakura, don't apologise. What they said was rude and uninvited." He said, brushing some strands of hair out of her eyes. He sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. He held her for a while, comforting her. "Get some fresh air; I'm going to go inside to speak with some people." He whispered, and kissed her softly. "I'll be back shortly, alright?" he smiled.
She nodded and he walked back inside, disappearing into the crowd. She breathed in the cool air, thankful for the pure breeze against her flushed skin. She could feel a presence nearby, and looked up; she spotted Sid standing a few metres away.
"Princess Sakura, how are you?" He asked politely as he came to sit beside her.
"I'm alright…just a little tired." She smiled timidly. She was feeling tired, and she felt a flurry of other feelings such as fear and insecurity.
"I'm not surprised, it's been a long night. Congratulations on your engagement." Sid smiled.
"Thank you…" Sakura replied quietly, looking at the grass which was illuminated by the garden lights around her.
"You're a good match. I sincerely hope that your future is a happy one." Sid spoke gently.
Sakura nodded. Suddenly she began to feel lightheaded, the world spinning around her. Sid looked concerned, noticing her pale face and ill look. She fell from the fountain edge and he immediately turned to a nearby guard.
"Get Prince Syaoran immediately-something is wrong with her highness!" he ordered.
The guard ran inside while Sid stayed to assist Sakura; she was breathing heavily, her heart racing and her vision hazy. Syaoran came rushing out to her side, worry clearly visible on his face.
He checked her forehead for a temperature, but found nothing. "What happened?" He asked Sid.
"She just became extremely pale and fell from her seat on the edge of the fountain. I don't exactly know." Sid replied.
"I'll take her to her chambers; I think she's overwhelmed by everything that's happened tonight…could you do me a favour and tell my brother?" He asked, picking Sakura up.
Sid nodded and headed inside while Syaoran discretely carried Sakura up to her room.
Sakura knew she was being carried in Syaoran's arms, but everything was fuzzy and she wasn't feeling well. What had happened?
"Shh, just rest." He murmured as he carried her.
Syaoran opened the door to Sakura's room and placed her gently on her bed. He poured her a glass of water and brought the glass to her lips, assisting her. She swallowed the water, and he allowed her to lie down until she felt better. He removed her shoes for her so she was a little more comfortable, and he removed his own, leaving them by the end of the bed. Colour steadily re-entered her pale cheeks, and being in her room where it was quiet and where she felt secure allowed her to quickly regain herself. Her dizziness faded, and slowly she was able to sit up.
"Sakura, are you alright?" Syaoran asked with concern and worry.
"What happened?" She asked.
He handed her the glass of water and she took it, drinking it slowly. "Sid said you collapsed. I think it must have been stress and partly because you were overwhelmed." He said softly.
She nodded; it made sense. She sat the empty glass down on her bedside table, and looked to her knees. "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again." Sakura whispered.
Syaoran shifted so he was sitting on the edge of her bed and pulled her into his arms. "Please don't say that." He whispered. Shocked, she relaxed into his arms and her eyes slid closed.
"I don't want to go back…" She said quietly.
"It's ok, it's late enough for us to retire." He replied softly. He took her hair piece out, the piece of jewellery that was a symbol of their engagement, and laid it to rest on her bedside table. He then took out the pins in her hair which were keeping it all in place, and it all fell out and down into its usual place. It was a little wavy from being held in a braid and bun. "I love you," He whispered.
She was so overjoyed by his words that tears came to her eyes. "I'm so glad…" She whispered happily.
He lifted her chin and kissed her, licking her bottom lip begging entry into her sweet mouth. She opened up to him immediately and slipped her arms around him, completely relaxed. They parted and he gazed into her eyes lovingly. He helped her remove her jewellery and laid it to rest with her hairpiece. He pulled her from the bed and into his arms; she could feel him unlacing the back of her dress, and she pulled him into another kiss. He kissed her desperately, lovingly, passionately, loosening her dress quickly from her frame and lifting the skirts up over her head, removing the garment from her frail body completely. She stood before him, cheeks flushed. He kissed her gently on the lips, and allowed her to push his coat off of his shoulders; it landed on the floor behind him, and she quickly stripped him of his shirt and pants. He pulled her underwear down and they fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them and into his arms. He laid her gently in the pillows, feathering kisses down her neck and to her collar bone. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, arching her back to his touch. He kissed her skin, receiving small moans from Sakura. He slid his hands between her legs, touching her sensitive pearl. He delved into her with two fingers, and quickly brought her to a climax.
"Please…" She begged.
He did as his princess wished, and positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly, he began making love to her.
Sid had delivered Syaoran's message to his brother, whom was now having the joy of dealing with people who wanted to see him.
"I do apologise, but it seems that Lady Sakura wasn't feeling too well and my brother has gone to see to her. Any questions you may have you may ask me and I shall relay onto him." He smiled.
Rena tried not to snort with laughter and sipped at her glass of water instead. She was, however, worried about her sister.
The group of royals disbanded, deciding it wasn't really worth it and that it was late anyway and left the prince alone. Syaoron looked to Rena and noticed the look of worry on her face. He smiled comfortingly, "It's alright, my brother is with her. She'll be fine." He said reassuringly.
"You're right, I'm sorry." She murmured.
"No, it's natural to be worried about someone you care about." He said.
"…Thank you…" She whispered.
He held her hand and looked to the large clock hanging on one of the walls. It was almost a quarter to one in the morning. A lot of guests had already left since the party ended at midnight, but there were still a fair few guests around.
It was lucky for him that Fai and Chii were still there. "Why don't you two head off now? It's very late. We'll take care of matters down here." Chii smiled.
"Thank you," Syaoron said gratefully.
"Anytime. Run along now, before Rena decides she wants another glass." Chii smiled cheerfully.
He looked to Rena who was looking rather tired, and she smiled. They walked discretely away from the ball and through the large halls and corridors until they reached Rena's room.
"Oh thank god I'm away from that." She sighed.
He smiled, "Were you feeling intimidated?" He asked.
"No, I was just getting irritated." She said.
"I see. Are you ok on your own now?" He asked.
She looked a little uncomfortable. "Wait…please stay…" Rena whispered.
He let out a sigh and opened her door, "Alright." He said, leading her inside.
He watched as she took off her jewellery and took out her hair, caramel strands falling in small waves from being held in a braid and bun all night. She realised she had to get undressed, and blushed furiously. She didn't realise he was behind her until she felt the brush of his fingers against her bare shoulders. She turned around to find he was no longer wearing his usual eye patch or his coat. She traced his jaw line with her fingers, and pulled him in for a kiss. He responded willingly, pulling her closer and reaching round the back of her dress to pull on the bow at the base of her corset. She pressed herself against him as he untied the back of her dress, loosening it from her body. She stepped out of her shoes and he pulled her dress up over her head. She moved to cover herself with her arms, her cheeks flushed red. He stepped forward, pulling her arms away and looking her over. She was beautiful, with smooth and pale skin. He realised she was shaking, and placed his hand against her cheek.
"Are you afraid?" He asked softly.
She nodded, and so he gently wrapped his arms around her, bringing her mostly naked frame against his body. She rested her head against his chest, and he waited until she was ready to continue. She tilted her head up and kissed him, this time much more fiercely and passionately. She untied his sash, and then slipped her hands beneath his shirt to feel his smooth skin. She felt her fingers brush over a scar on his right shoulder blade, but she said nothing in fear of upsetting him.
He felt her brush over the scar on his back, but she said nothing. He wondered if she was afraid, but she'd stopped shaking so he assumed that she'd relaxed. He continued to kiss her, and then stepped away; he peeled off his shirt over his head, and allowed her to look at him. She stepped forward, reaching out to wrap her arms around him. She pressed her chest against his and he kissed her again, pulling her over to the bed. He pushed her into the pillows and looked into her different coloured eyes. He leant in and brushed his lips along her cheek and down her neck, reaching her collar bone. He gently cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. She ran her hands through his hair as he ran his hands down her sides and hooked his fingers over the edges of her underwear; he waited till she gave him the ok, and peeled them down her long slender legs. He slid out of his pants and slid back up to kiss her. He kissed down her body and slid his hand between her legs; he slid a finger into her, touching her sensitive pearl. She gasped at his first touch, and he immediately looked to her, afraid that he'd hurt her.
"I'm ok; please…keep going…" she whispered.
He rolled it beneath his finger for a moment, and her breathing became heavier. He slipped one, then two fingers into her. It was a strange but pleasant intrusion as he stroked her walls, a tight coil forming in her womb. He ducked his head down and slid his tongue into her. He toyed with her, teased and tormented, bringing her closer to the edge. The coil tightened and suddenly burst; she moaned as all of her muscles seized. He kissed his way up her body and found her lips again. Their kiss was long and deep, his hands finding hers. He parted from her and positioned himself at her entrance, and she looked into his eyes as she squeezed his hands.
"Please be gentle…" She whispered.
"Always," He said softly.
He slowly slid into her, easy because he'd brought her to her first climax. Tears sprang into her eyes and she squeezed his hands painfully tight. He stopped and looked into her eyes, lifting one hand to wipe a tear away.
"Please, I'm ok now." She whispered.
He continued to push himself further in, and waited for her to adjust to his size. She waited for the pain to subside, and gave the ok. He gave a few experimental thrusts before adjusting the pace to something steady for Rena. She gasped his name and his breathing was hot and heavy in her ear, stirring strands of her hair. He quickened the pace and she could feel that coil back again, becoming tighter and tighter with each strike. She cried out in bliss as it burst, her muscles clamping down around him; he was brought over the edge by her orgasm, and came inside her, semen dribbling down the inside of her thighs. He pulled out of her and collapsed beside her, pulling up the sheets around them. He pulled her close, finding her hand and threading his fingers through hers. She was still breathing heavily, heart racing just like his. He kissed her forehead and then her lips.
"I love you," He whispered.
She kissed him back, "I love you too," She smiled, and closed her eyes, quickly falling asleep. He stayed awake for much longer, listening to her deep breathing and running his fingers through her hair as she slept. She was so peaceful, so beautiful-yet so fragile. He would do anything to protect her, he decided, and he soon fell asleep, not waking till late morning.