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Cruel Sister: A Spander Fairytale.	By : runningwithcoyotes Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer", it belongs to Joss Whedon. The song "Cruel sisters" belongs to itself. I get nothing from this but the pleasure of writing it, no money made here.

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A/N: I know, I know, I have been gone for longer than is excusable. So I'm not gonna bother. This is for those of you who are still out there...
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Dawn had not been to far of her mark; her sister had been acting rather irrationally as of late. Not that the lovely Buffy had a history of rationality; she was a highly emotional young woman, and unfortunately she was also rather vain and proud. As the eldest child of the King of Sunnydale, she knew she would inherit the largest part of his Kingdom, and she had never quite been unable to resist reminding her younger siblings of this.
But then again, she had always had a terrible taste in men. First there was prince Angelus, the gorgeous knight, who had promised her marriage and all the riches her little heart could possibly want� and then eloped with her shield maiden, Faith. The last she had heard from them, Queen Faith was carrying their third son. After him came the charming rogue, Parker, who had thorougly enjoyed all the hospitalities of the castle � especially the pretty maids and Queen Joyce�s little agreement with the local brothel. No one was quite sure what it was the princess had seen the evening she had decided to visit her fiancee without calling ahead, but everyone agreed that she had shrieked loud enough to shatter glass and Parker had left the very next day, never to be seen again. He had been sucessed by Riley, captain of the guards, who had broken off his engagement with the lovely princess after having gotten himself roaring drunk and into bed with his comrade-in-arms, a rather handsome chap named Graham. The morning after, they had had a little reprise of the previous night�s events, and Riley had decided that he enjoyed that much more than chaste, uninspiring kisses with the princess, and promptly asked Graham to marry him. Buffy had been furious for weeks. But the handsome sir Spike was not like either of these men. He was cultured, and handsome, and he wrote poetry. True, it was currently for her useless brother, but that could be changed. She was much prettier than he was.
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The problem with changing Sir Spike�s mind was finding him, which was proving rather difficult. She had searched the entire castle, and was now on her way to the gardens. Surely he must be somewhere; she had seen a stable boy with his horse earlier, so he had not left the castle. Unless he took a coach, of course, but she did not find that very likely, considering the fact that the knight had been a most unbecoming shade of green during the entire outing they�d gone on a few days ago. He was terribly motion sick unless he was riding.
She did actually find him in the garden, although he was not alone. He was sitting under a willow tree, surrounded by several people; her siblings, the court magician, and the court magician�s wife. Several guards were hanging around trying to look like they weren�t watching over the royal children to make sure the knight did not do anything, and most of them were failing miserably. They were simply too official-looking. She swept over as if she was walking on a catwalk (well she would have if she had known what a catwalk was), and made sure to place herself in such a manner that the knight would not be able to avoid to look at her whenever he tore his gaze from her brother, who was currently telling him something dull about a book he had read (she never bothered with books). Buffy marvelled at Sir Spike�s politeness; he seemed to be completely entranced by Xander.
Spike was gazing at the lovely prince in complete adoration. Not only a pretty face, but a quick wit and a brilliant mind, too! Oh, what a marvellous young man he was! He simply had to gather his courage and ask the sweet boy to wed him, it would make him the happiest man in the world! So wrapped up in his Love was he, that he did not notice the youngest princess covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her giggles, the magician and healer gaze into each other�s eyes dreamily � or the eldest princess� face turning dark, like the sky just before the storm. And the storm would come. Soon. In fact, it was already brewing�
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Now, as we all know, fairy-tale kingdoms tend to be idyllic, and so was the Kingdom of Sunnydale. And since Sir Spike enjoyed horse-riding, he took the young prince out on a little trip into the beautiful countryside. He brought a lunch basket with him and did his best not to gawk too much at the beautiful youth by his side.
The young prince was quite nervous. He didn�t have much experience with horses, since his parents were paranoid people that had heard too many stories about ill-fated princes and princesses that got stung by needles and kidnapped by giants and locked in towers and such things they very rarely let their children out of the castle, and if they ever did it was only as far as the castle gardens with at least six guards. He had always wanted to see what life was like outside the castle, but now that he actually had a chance to see it he only had eyes for the handsome knight riding beside him. Sir Spike�s hair shone in the sunlight like spun gold, his eyes were the bluest the young prince had ever seen, and he had the kind of mouth that made the young Prince want to recite poetry.
After about an hour�s riding they found a lovely spot just by a merry river, and stopped for lunch. Sir Spike found himself thinking that watching a pretty young boy eating a chicken sandwich be one of the most erotic things he had ever seen, and once again thanked the heavens for having the good sense to wear a chainmail tunic, since it very efficiently covered his reaction to anything and everything the young prince did. They shared a bottle of wine, and the drink made young Alexander feel a little daring. He shyly moved a little closer to the knight, shortening the distance between them to a mere two feet.
�I have never seen you in the castle before� Alexander finally said, realizing that it was expected of him to make conversation. �You must be very busy.� Sir Spike squirmed slightly from embarrassment. In reality, he wasn�t very fond of castles and rather spent his days hunting and drinking and reading romance novels and writing poetry, but he couldn�t tell the boy that.
�I am, in fact. I have lands to run and people to take care off.� He said instead. This was true, in a way. He did have some very nice lands, but in reality he left most of the actually running to his manservant, Wesley.
They fell silent, looking at each other while doing their best not to act like they were looking.
�Your majesty�� Spike began. He had to kiss that mouth. And if he didn�t do it now, he�d never gather the courage to do so.
�Please, call me Xander.� The young prince blushed crimson at his own daring.
�Xander� Spike nervously licked his lips. �Do tell me� are you� promised?� he was amazed that he managed to speak through the lump in his throat, consisting of his wildly beating heart. He held his breath as he waited for the answer that would either save or crush him�
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A/N: For a woman who claims to hate cliffhangers, I'm rather good at using them, hm? Tune in next week to find out the reply...
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