The Tale of Princess Willow-Chapter Twelve AU

[Taralover]

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback

Chapter One-Penny For Your Thoughts?

Willow gazed into the gleaming blue eyes of her gorgeous girlfriend and planted a single soft kiss upon the tip of her nose, causing Tara to giggle. “Penny for your thoughts?” she asked.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you as my fiancée,” Tara replied. “And in two days time you will be my wife.”

“And you know that tradition requires that we stay apart from each other upon the night of the wedding,” Willow said. “Which is why I really want to turn you on tonight.”

She kissed Tara’s lips with a passion, holding her head in her hands and swirling her tongue around in Tara’s mouth, before pulling away slowly and kissing her forehead, knowing how much Tara enjoyed forehead kisses. She kissed her lover’s sapphire-blue eyes, her nose, and her cheeks and moved down to lick her neck and her pulse-point. Then she ran her tongue slowly up and down between Tara’s breasts and over her nipples, flicking them lightly with her fingers once they had hardened and causing Tara to gasp in pleasure.

She ran her tongue down Tara’s sides and over her bellybutton, and then blew on Tara’s clit whilst she pinned Tara’s hands to the bed to stop Tara from touching herself, teasing her whilst Tara wriggled on the bed. Then she let Tara’s hands go and gently inserted one finger into Tara’s warm wet vagina, stroking until she felt the time was right to insert a second finger and then a third, then increasing the tempo until Tara orgasmed and came all over her hand.

Wiping her hand on the bed, she lay there in Tara’s arms, kissing her again and again on the lips.

“Willow…that was wonderful. You are and always will be a princess in my eyes. Ten years we have been together now, since we were fifteen, and yet every time we make love it’s just as good as when we first gave ourselves to each other. I hope you don’t mind, but I sewed a Tracking Stone into your clothes yesterday, so that if anything bad ever was to happen to you I could find you and rescue you. If you want I’ll remove it.”

Willow kissed Tara’s lips again. “I appreciate the gesture. Some might be offended and see that as a lack of trust in them, but not me.”

“Now it’s time for me to show my love to you,” Tara replied, her eyes gleaming with lust at the thought of turning her lover on.

Several miles away from where the lovers were, Queen Yocasta of Vallermoore was meeting with her Cabinet in her Royal Palace, dressed as always in her fine royal robes of silk and satin trimmed with ermine fur and her Lesser Crown of gold. “Give me a report on the security situation. What has Rame Tep been doing in the past three months?”

“Nothing, your Majesty, at least nothing that we know about. It’s possible that they are planning some sort of spectacular act and they are trying to lull us into a false sense of security.”

The Queen replied, “But we must keep up our guard. I am going on a diplomatic trip to Karnivhal to sort out a minor border dispute before things get out of hand. I trust that nothing dreadful will happen in my absence.”

Unknown to her, as she rode out in her royal coach with its small escort of Valkiries, her personal bodyguard of warrior women, a guard at one of the smaller gates was preparing to turn traitor.

[Laragh]

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[Taralover]

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback. Laragh, Amy, thank you.

Chapter Two-The Job Offer

The guard strode too and fro outside the walls, his halberd over his shoulder. In a short time from now, Rame Tep will be avenged and Princess Sarah will be assassinated for the glory of our cause. And with luck, the next ruler on the throne of Vallermoore will be a King. He watched another man come forward who he knew to be part of his Rame Tep cell, a man who he had divulged the palace password to not long ago. “Password?” he asked him.

“Gilgamesh.”

He looked left and right to make sure he was not being watched, unlocked the gate and let his fellow cell member in. Whilst the outer walls would set off a magical alarm spell if they were passed using magic, this was not true of the inner walls

Donnie looked left and right to make sure noone was watching him, and then pulled a Floatstone from under his coat and tied it to his belt. Unlike such magical items as Glowstones or Tracker Stones, which were freely and legally available to the general public, Floatstones were restricted as far as the law went to use by members of the police when doing their duty, because of their potential in the wrong hands to be used for all manner of crimes, but Rame Tep had a contact or two in the police force. All their members had one thing in common, for one reason or other, they all hated women. Some had been cheated on or dumped by their wives and girlfriends, others joined because they were religious zealots, and a few were just psychopathic. Their ultimate aim was to destroy the Queendom and place a King on the throne, who would stop treating women as the equals of men and turn the clock back to the Old Times when most women were little better then slaves.

He spoke the words of magic and floated up sixty feet to the top of the Princess’s tower, where he saw her sitting in a chair reading a book. With her bright red hair and her soft green eyes, there were many nobles and kings who longed to marry her, but the Queen had arranged her marriage to the Prince of Karnivhal in advance as the only one in her eyes who would be worthy of her daughter, be a good diplomatic match and would not totally horrify her daughter. Other monarchs might forcibly marry off their daughters to men who they hated with a passion, but the Queen was determined not to do that.

Putting thoughts of raping her firmly out of his mind, as that might jeopardise his mission, he took out his weapon. To the untutored eye it would pass as a flute, and indeed it could play music, but it’s true purpose was a blowpipe. He loaded it with a dart that would cause terrifying hallucinations, took good aim and blew.

Sarah scratched her neck irritably. Damm mosquitoes have no respect for royalty. She looked up at the portrait that her mother had commissioned of her bride to be. Brown eyes, brown hair, a sword at his side, his white horse beside him, he looks all right, and he was one of my childhood friends, but I was only eight years old then, and people change. Why can’t I choose the man I will marry? Most other people can. The middle classes can, since my mother banned forced marriages, and so can the poor, but not the great nobles and certainly not me. She looked at her book again and then looked back at the oil painting. This time the Prince had drawn his sword. I must be so tired I’m seeing things. She looked at her book again and when she looked at the portrait it had changed dramatically.

His horse now lay dead in a pool of blood, his sword blade was red and he had a horrible grin on his face. As she watched, he stepped out of the painting as a 2-D figure, looked at her and raised the blade. She backed away, screamed, and fell out of her bedroom window, where her skull cracked as soon as she hit the ground.

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Amy, who held the rank of The Princess’s High Constable, saw it happen, and ran to the scene.

Queen Yocasta will have my head for this, that’s if she does not have me bound, gagged and buried alive with her daughter’s body. She dragged the body into the cellar of the Tower and hid it amongst the barrels, locking the door behind her, then washed away the blood and the brains. Thank Inana that it is so late at night and most of the Palace guards, servants and nobility are asleep. All the same, whilst I can in the short term say that the Princess is busy or ill, within days people will know the truth. Tomorrow I will flee. Better to be a beggar and an outlaw if it comes to that, then a dead High Constable.
***
Willow prepared to leave her Tara, but as she turned away she felt the click of padded handcuffs upon her wrists. “Tara, I have to go…” Tara cut her off with a long kiss, her tounge stroking Willow’s, and pulled away.

“Remember when Xander had chapped lips and woulden’t stop picking at them?”

“Yes, and you handcuffed him and chapsticked his lips and kept his hands away until they healed. Look, Tara, I have to go. I enjoy being handcuffed, but not when I have important things to do.” Tara kissed Willow’s lips again, pouted, and unhandcuffed Willow. Willow blew her a kiss and set off to the local Temple of Inana to get her final wedding details sorted out with the priestess. Whilst Queen Yocasta was remarkably tolerant of most faiths, provided their worshippers refrained from breaking the laws, Inana-worship was the State religion of Vallermoore.

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Amy was riding along in her coach with her daughter and a couple of trusted servants, when she saw the red haired, green eyed girl strolling along the street with a big smile on her face.

She looks so like Sarah! I can dress her in Sarah’s clothes, cast a spell to give her Sarah’s voice, and the Queen will never know what has happened to her daughter. What girl would not want to be a Princess?

She ordered the coach to be stopped and leaned out. “You there? I would like to offer you a job at the Palace.” She took out her badge of office that marked her out as a senior royal servant and member of the gentry.

[Laragh]

Ohh the plot thickens. I want to see that handcuff scene extended!!! Looking forward to more.

[Nue]

hey thomas! you just updated! love the handcuffs, you got my attention ^^

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... I really hope that Willow doesn't get hurt and that Tara will get the word on what is going on...

[jasmydae]

Just one of those wacky things I pick up on: you use the word soft/softly eight or nine times in a row within a half dozen paragraphs in chapter one.

[Taralover]

Feedback Thanks

Laragh-I think I'll have the handcuff scene extended in my next chapter.

Nue-thank you.

Zampsa1975-Willow and Tara will not rest until they are back together.

jasmydae-I have corrected what you described, please let me know if bits are badly written.

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback. Laragh, Amy, thank you.

Willow hesitated, and studied the badge carefully. It looks genuine, but why would anyone from the royal palace take an interest in me? Yes, Tara and I have a large stall in the market selling legal-to-own magical items, but it hardly turns out a huge profit. She got into the coach that headed off to the Palace. “So what job do you have for me?”

“You’ll find out when you get there. Don’t worry, you are not in any sort of trouble, the offer is genuine and I’m sure you’ll like it. I am Amy, the Princess’s High Constable, in charge of all the guards and servants who ensure the security and comfort of Princess Sarah. I will be your boss.”

Willow looked out of the window as the coach and horses rattled their way over the cobblestones and up to the palace gate. The portcullis was raised and the oaken gates were opened to let it in and then closed afterwards. Amy led the way to a tower, unlocked it and beckoned Willow inside. “What I am going to tell you is a secret, if it ever gets out both of us will be in a great deal of trouble. The Princess Sarah, the Queen’s only heir to the throne, has either fallen or been pushed out of her bedroom window, and the fall killed her. What is your name?”

“Willow Rosenberg.”

“Not any more, your Highness. You are now Princess Sarah. You will wear her fine clothes, act like her, and take her place.”

“But…I can’t. I have somebody who loves me…”

Amy cut her off. “You will never see your lover again. You are engaged to be married to the Prince of Karnivhal. No doubt you will bear him many healthy and happy children.”

Willow clamped her legs together as tightly as she could and felt a wave of nausea at just the thought of having to make love to a man. “You don’t understand…I’m taken, and not only that, I’m a lesbian. I’m not a man-hater, but I don’t want a penis to touch any part of my body. Let me go back to the girl I love, and I promise nobody will know of what happened to Princess Sarah.”

Amy pulled out a large flintlock pistol.

“You already know too much. If you refuse to co-operate I will shoot you dead right here, place a knife in your hand and report to the guards that an armed thief somehow managed to break into the palace and your body will be buried in an unmarked grave. If the Queen should find out that her daughter died violently on my watch, regardless of if it was a murder or an accident, I will face execution, either by the executioner’s axe, or by burial whilst still alive. Be Princess Sarah, or die. Take off those clothes and open that cupboard. You can keep your bra and your underwear on. Your clothes will be given to the servants.”

The Tracker stone…as long as the clothes are within the palace, Tara will find out where I have gone.

She opened up the cupboard and took out a beautiful dress of red silk that had gold thread, diamonds and emeralds on the cuffs, and got into it. Then she placed the jewellery upon herself. Two bracelets of pure gold, golden earrings, a golden ring with the royal seal of the Queendom upon it, a gold necklace with an S on it, a necklace of fine black pearls, and a light coronet of fine yellow gold with emeralds set in it. “Can we compromise? Hey, my voice…”

“I cast a spell on the black pearls so that when you speak wearing them, your voice will sound like the Princess’s dulcet tones,” Amy says.

“Can I bring my loved one into the Palace?”

“Of course not. Lesbianism may be fine in common society, but not amongst nobles, and certainly not amongst the royal family. You, Princess, will never be able to contact your lover, not even to let her know you are well. If you do betray me, I will make sure that you as well and I suffer the full penalty for High Treason. Think of the good things of your new life. The finest clothes and jewels, servants at your beck and call, good food and entertainment. A husband your own age, instead of him being a child or worse still, an ugly old man.”

But what use are all those things without Tara? Without her cuddles, her kisses, the look of love in her eyes that she gives me so many times a day. She’ll be heartbroken when I don’t turn up at the Temple. Maybe she’ll think that I have dumped her and her love will turn into hatred. I have everything I could want, except the girl I most need, Tara. Without her I will never know true love.

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... Amy sure is a nasty person, I hope she gets a nasty reminded that nobody messes with Tara's girl...

[Laragh]

Loved the update, looking forward to more.

[Taralover]

Zampsa, the story will end happily, this is the KB.

Laragh, here is a new bit.

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback. Laragh, Amy, thank you.

That evening Tara stayed up much later then normal, thinking of Willow and how sweet she was.

She’s my other half; she’ll always be there for me. Her thoughts turned to a particularly sexy episode in her life from a few months ago. She had been looking out of the window with her hands clasped behind her back when Willow had come up behind her and clicked padded handcuffs upon her hands.

“Willow, what’s that for? I don’t have any bug bites that you need to keep my fingers away from.”

Willow looked lustily into Tara’s eyes and kissed her lightly on the lips. “No honey, but soon you’ll have a sexual itch and I’m not going to let you scratch it.” She undid Tara’s shirt and bra and slowly trailed her tounge around Tara’s nipples, then nibbled very lightly on them and planted little kisses all over her face and neck. Tara felt warmth growing between her legs and tried to touch herself there, but could not reach it. She tried rubbing her legs together but it didn’t help.

“Willow…” she moaned, as Willow began kissing her way slowly down her stomach and sides, and then planted feather light kisses on her inner thighs, keeping well away from her clit. Then she started giving little licks to Tara’s clit until it came out of its hood, which was when she suddenly stopped licking for a few seconds. Tara moaned and twisted her handcuffed hands to her front but Willow easily batted them back, then carried on with the teasing, building up Tara’s arousal until she finally went all the way and let her cum. Tara screamed with delight, and Willow uncuffed her, wiped her own face clean and cuddled her, then stepped back and gave her a small velvet box.

She opened it to reveal a ring of gold, with two stones, an emerald and a sapphire, and stared into her lover’s green eyes as Willow once more got on her knees.

“Tara?” There was a long pause as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes. “Will you marry me?”

Tara grinned. “Yes, Willow, I will.” Willow kissed her deeply upon the lips and the two of them smooched passionately and spent the rest of the day and late into the night talking about the wedding and all it’s little details.

*****
The next morning Tara got up and thought Last night was the last night that I will ever sleep alone. Time to prepare myself for my wedding. She put on a pure white pala dress, the symbol of married love worn at weddings, and a symbolic Come-Girl-Come amulet of gold in the shape of a female figure, also worn at weddings, although normally by the groom rather then the bride. She put elegant silver bracelets on her wrists and earrings in her ears and a crown of white lilies in her hair and went to the Temple of Inana. Like the majority of people, she was not particularly religious, but thought that a Temple wedding was the right thing to do, even if she only went to the Temple twice a year if that.

The Temple was packed with her and Willow’s families at the front, and then her friends and acquaintances, with two rather elderly priestesses at the front, holding crosiers topped with golden nooses, the noose being the symbol of the Goddess Inana.

*****
Willow paced to and fro, her shoes click-clacking on the wood. Amy had locked her in for the night and had warned her that if she cried for help, Amy would accuse her of murdering the Princess, the punishment for such an offence being burial alive. The bed was really comfortable, but she was still unable to get to sleep with thoughts of Tara swimming through her head.

Amy unlocked the door and came in. “Just think, the Temple must be full to the brim in a way that it so rarely is these days. Your family, Tara’s family, Tara herself in her wreath of lilies and her shining white pala dress, waiting for you, and you won’t be there. In fact, you are going to write a letter, saying that you have left her for another girl and will never see her again.”

“What?? No way am I going to do that. You can torture me, but there is no way I will do that. And besides, if you did torture me to the point that I gave in, what would my mother say?” Willow replied, grinning.

[Laragh]

Yay for handcuff scenes! Like that you decided to do the letter 'leaving for a girl' thing instead of a boy...i dunno why, lessens the blow a bit (for me, not for Tara...regardless, that letter would kill her) Looking forward to more.

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... I hope that Willow is able to get some signal to Tara where she is being held against her will...

[Taralover]

Laragh, I decided not to do the letter thing as they would be too angsty even for me.

Zampsa here is a new bit and they are together allready.

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback. Laragh, Amy, thank you.


“You do have some power over me, in that your word as a High Constable would most likely be heard over mine, but if you do try and hand me over to the Queen’s justice, you would still be in trouble for letting the true Princess Sarah die regardless of what happens to me. If I die, so do you, and you can’t kidnap my Tara because…oh, damm and blast it, I’ve let her first name out already. However, you don’t know her second name, there must be a hundred girls named Tara in this city.”

*****
Tara sat at home sobbing, her eyes streaming with tears. When it was time for the wedding to start and Willow had not turned up, at first everyone had thought it was a big joke to scare Tara. After an hour, they had become worried. Search parties were sent out but without success and after another hour they had to leave, as the Temple was needed for a funeral.

Why? Why would she jilt me at the altar like that? We are each other’s other halves, we are meant for each other. She would never dump me-which means that she must have been kidnapped. But why? For a ransom? Does she have a psychotic ex? Is she tied to a chair somewhere crying? Of course…the Tracker Stone…I can find her location and alert the City Guards, and they can burst in and rescue her.

After changing out of her wedding clothes into her normal ones and getting a compass, Tara spoke the spell and followed the compass, whose arrow now pointed towards Willow rather then towards the north. “Willow, I will find you, I will always find you.”

She followed it into a wealthy area of town, much to her surprise, and it pointed into the Royal Palace through the closed main gate. She shook it, but it just returned to pointing at the Palace.

Curiouser and curiouser. I can’t go to the City Guards now; they would assume she has been arrested on the orders of the Queen herself. How do I get in? Even if I had a Floatstone, there will no doubt be magical sensors on that wall. I can’t just sneak up by night with a long ladder, it’s sixty feet tall with guards at the top that would kill or arrest me. Every side gate will have a guard, and…hey…job adverts pasted on the palace wall.

I would fail if I tried to join the Valkiries, so that’s a non-starter. A footman? I doubt I could dress as a boy? Ah, maids wanted-just the right job for me to sneak in undercover.

She went to the booth outside where a clerk waited.

“What’s your name? What job do you want?” he snapped irritably.

I’d better not give my true name; they might be on the lookout for me.

“Beryl Evans, Sir. I want to be a maid, Sir.”

After telling her of her pay, which was low, warning her to do what she was told and not to get pregnant or she would be dismissed, and getting her to take an oath of loyalty to Queen Yocasta, she was allowed in, given a uniform and a shilling, and set to work. It was two days before she saw her walking in her fine clothes. She rubbed her eyes. Willow? Is that really you? Willow saw her, smiled, and winked, then beckoned her over. She said “I need a new maid on my staff. Follow me to my royal bedchamber. As soon as they were alone, she removed the black pearl necklace from around her neck and when she spoke Willow’s voice came out of her mouth.

“Tara…it’s me…they kidnapped me, and then they dressed me as a princess like in a fairy tale.”

Tara ran up, flung her arms around Willow, and gave her a long, warm, wet passionate kiss on the lips, then finally pulled away.

“But why?”

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... Big yay for Tara finding Willow... I hope they now work out a plan to get Willow out of the palace and tell the Queen what have happened... and most importantly get Willow out of her "engament" to the foreing prince...

[Laragh]

Stupid interent cut out completely last night so I only got to read your update now. Glad you decided not to do the letter! That was pretty angsty... can't wait to read more.

[Taralover]

Zampsa, they will.

Laragh , here is a small new update.

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback. Laragh, Amy, thank you.

“This is as crazy as it sounds-they want me to replace Princess Sarah, who apparently died…or was murdered, and if I refuse they are going to frame me for the death. I own a market stall; I have no idea how to be a princess. I don’t want to, Tara, I only want to be with you.”

“Can’t you tell the Queen the truth?”

“Who is she going to believe, me or her courtiers? Besides, she’s not here at the moment. Do you know a way out of here?”

“Not at the moment. I suggest you enjoy your life for a while, it’ll put your captors off their guard and I know you’ll enjoy it. And at night I can slip into your quarters and nobody will suspect anything. Just don’t get airs and graces with me.”

“They tried to force me to write you a letter saying that I was breaking up with you but I refused. And they want me to get married to a prince.”

Tara’s mouth dropped open and she stared at Willow in horror. “T…They can’t make you do that, can they?”

“Unless we manage to either escape, or explain what happened without getting punished, they can.”

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good little update-y goodness... I really hope that Amy doesn't find out about Tara until too late for her to do anything about it but face the concequences of letting the real princess Sarah die...

[Laragh]

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[Taralover]

Zampsa , I'm pleased that you like the story.

Laragh , I'll make sure thetre is a happy ending...somehow.

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback. Laragh, Amy, thank you.

“Surely it should be easy for you to just walk out of here with me?” Tara asked. “I mean, you are the Princess Sarah and the heir to the throne.”

“Well, that’s the problem. I’m not allowed out unless either Amy or the Queen says so. The Queen will be back soon, but I doubt she’ll just give me the ok to walk out with a single servant because of the dangers out there. Also, I must admit that there are a lot of good things about being a princess-fine foods, servants, that sort of thing.”

Tara narrowed her eyes.

“Which do you prefer, luxury or me?”

Willow kissed Tara’s forehead, knowing that she loved that. “You of course. Don’t look at me like that, Princess.”

Tara smiled. “You’re the Princess.”

There was a trumpet call from outside and Willow hurried downstairs. Queen Yocasta had arrived, and stood stern and severe in her royal jewels and fine clothes of red silk. She smiled when she saw Willow. “Sarah, I bring good news, the marriage contract has almost been finalized. Prince Michael will be coming to see you tonight and a grand state ball is to be held to welcome your bridegroom. I expect you to wear your finest clothes of course, the servants will lay them out for you. He is so looking forward to seeing you…”

“Mother, I don’t love him.”

The Queen scowled. “What’s love got to do with it? You are a royal princess and royal princesses do not marry for love, they marry to seal alliances between countries. You are lucky that you were born in a Queendom, to a mother who cares at least partly for your happiness. If I wanted to I could force you to marry the King of Baathland. He’s in his fifties and would treat you as a sex object and a chattel, but the diplomatic benefit to this country would be huge. However, I do care about you, but I have affairs of state to care about as well, therefore I am compromising.”

“But Mother…”

“What’s there not to like about him? He’s young, good looking, of royal birth, and he likes you. You two would make a lovely couple. I hope you’re not seeing a servant on the side? Because if you were, I would have to send said servant to the executioner’s block. I’m not a bloodthirsty woman, I order as few executions as I possibly can, but the axe has to be there to punish murderers and those who commit treason.”

“No, Mother, of course I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Good. Well, go and prepare yourself.”

Now is the time to tell the Queen everything and hope that she forgives me for being an unwilling faux daughter. But what if she goes berserk and orders both of us to be dragged away and executed? What if we are tossed into the dungeons for the rest of our lives?

“Yes, Mother…one more thing. Do I have to kiss him?”

“Of course, but you won’t be expected to go beyond kissing before you get married.”

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... I truly hope that the girls have a plan to get out of the castle and sort out the whole mess before Willow is forced to marry Prince Michael...

[Laragh]

Thomas, Thomas, Thomas. You promised no kissing with the prince!!! On the cheek at most ! Loving the story, can't wait for more.

[Taralover]

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback

"What shall I wear, Mother?"

"Your finest clothes, of course. I want you to look wonderful for the Prince."

*****
Tara stared in awe at her girlfriend. Willow now wore a dress of cloth-of gold, with multiple gold bangles upon her wrists, gold earrings, and a golden coronet studded with rubies upon her head. "You look beautiful...of course you allways look beautiful to me.Don't let your fine clothes swell your head, Willow. I look so drab next to you. Can I wear your clothes?"

"Well, you could, but if you got caught you would most likely get sacked on the spot, as they would see it as acting above your station and gross misconduct," Willow said. "Although I'd love to kiss you on the lips in front of the Queen and her whole Royal Court. Now that would be a scandal."

She heard a blare of trumpets from below. "Time to make my grand entrance and meet Prince Michael." She set off down the stairs with Tara following on behind, and was greeted by several rather portly Karnivahlian nobles and the young Prince. He kissed her cheeks and she had to force herself not to wipe the kisses away.

Well, at least he's not hidious or old. Brown eyes, black hair, fine clothes with a sword at his side, and not bad looking. If I were straight and single, it's possible we can hit it off.

The Prince looked back at her.

Not bad looking...but how can I tell her I have no wish to marry her, that I am being pushed into this? he thought.

[Laragh]

Lol, I would love to see the Queen's face if Willow just smooched Tara in front of everyone.

So glad you came back to this, I love this story!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... I would have liked to see Queen's face if Willow have kissed Tara in front of everybody... Good that the Prince is not total asshole and have other plans than marry Willow...

[Taralover]

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback

Laragh and Zampsa1975 I might try and have her do that sometime.

They walked hand in hand in the Palace gardens, whilst Queen Yocasta and a small crowd of noblity from both their countries followed them to keep an eye on them.

He blushed. "Can you keep a secret between us?"

"It depends what it is," Willow replied.

"D...d...don't take it the wrong way...I...I like you but I don't want to marry you. I don't know you, and I don't want to have to marry someone I don't know. I want someone who...l...loves me for myself."

He dosen't want to marry me! Maybe I can tell him who I really am, maybe hecan help me and Tara escape. But what if I tell him and he rats me out to the Queen? If they don't beleave that I was forced into the role, heads could roll. Litraly. My head, and Tara's if they catch her.

"I feel the same way. I have nothing against you, but I love another. A...a girl."

[ashcrash71590]

okay so i must say so far i love this story
i wonder what his reaction will be to willow loving another girl
can't wait for more

Ash

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for another mini update-y goodness... I kinda hope the Prince becomes an ally to Willow & Tara...

[Taralover]

Author: Taralover
Rating: PG-13 but might change later
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy and I am making no money from this fanfiction.
Summary-Willow is forced into acting the part of a Princess,and Tara has to come and rescue her.
Notes-I love feedback

ashcrash71590 here is a small new bit.

Zampsa1975 he will.

Willow looked into the Prince's eyes and the Prince stared back at her, open-mouthed in shock. "Well, no wonder you don't want me. You should be with the one you love."

Willow took a deep breath. "I'm not Princess Sarah of Vallermoore. I'm Willow, I suppose you would call me a commoner, although I certainly don't consider myself common. Now before you yell for the guards, hear me out, please. I was abducted on my wedding day, and told that I was to be the unwilling stand-in for Princess Sarah and would never see my family or my lover again. The Princess has died, I don't know how or where, and has been buried secretly somewhere."

"If I wanted to be the Princess, if I willingly got involved in this plot, why in the name of Holy Inana would I tell you this?"

To her relief instead of shouting for help, he looked her up and down and said "I think what you said is true, every single word. We must let the Queen know..."

"You can't do that, I'd be charged witrh treason and hauled away to face the executioner's block."

"What else can you do? Surely you don't want to be forced into marridge with me, and never know true love again? You have to prove that you were not involved in the plot."

"And accuse the High Constable? If they beleave me, then they will surely accuse me of being involved."

"There is a way to prove your innocence and gain your freedom..." Just then Queen Yocasta strode up to them.

[ashcrash71590]

hm i wonder how he was gonna tell willow she could get out of it alive
can't wait for more

Ash