He wrapped his arms around his bare chest and his kind face hardened as he glanced around his surroundings. He clenched his fists, frustrated that he could not change what had happened, that he was forced to live a life away from all that he loved and cherished.

“Prince Kent,” A voice commanded, breaking the young man’s silent reflection and he froze, his body stiffing for an attack. “The moonlight has awakened you once more.”

“Yes.” He replied as he turned to the dark sorcerer dressed all in crimson and black, his cape billowing in the light breeze. “Morgan.” He addressed with vehemence, their gazes locking. Green vulnerable eyes flashing with anger as he glared into the heartless blue ones of his captor.

“That is Count Morgan to you,” he hissed as Kent’s eyes darkened. “You do realize why this had to be done, my child?” He grinned as he circled around the young man, taking in Kent’s muscular chest and the white feathery pants that adorned his body like a second skin. Kent shifted at the man’s scrutiny and looked down at the glassy water lapping at the edge of the muddy bank.

Kent stood transfixed in his spot, staring over the crystal lake that held him prisoner. “It shall not work.”

“It shall,” Morgan purred, rubbing his hands together. “Tomorrow night everything will be set and he shall forget that you ever existed my dear Prince Kent.”

“No.” He shouted back as he took a defiant step closer to him. “I shall find a way to tell him of your deception.”

“Who would believe a swan?” He cackled as he raised his hands, causing a brisk breeze to transcend up and build luminous clouds over the moon; chasing away the soft moonlight.

Kent cried out in pain, doubling over as his body transformed back into the graceful swan he was forced to be. Morgan smirked as his eyes fell on the poor helpless creature. He turned sharply and went back to his awaiting mount. “Have a good night,” he chuckled over his shoulder as the swan lowered his graceful neck and began to swim away.

~*~*~

Queen Lillian pressed her hand against her chest, trying to block the pain that ached within. Her son’s loss was far too great to bear alone and yet that was what he has chosen to do. She hesitated as she raised her hand to the door, knowing that she could have sent any servant to question his whereabouts, but this was too personal. She took a quick breath and knocked on her son’s door, waiting briefly for a response.

When none came, she hesitantly opened the door to see her son leaning against the balcony, watching the slowly descending sun illuminate the sky with brilliant hues of reds and oranges.

He glanced up at the door, quickly wiping away the tears marring his fine face. He nervously ran his hand over his wavy auburn hair and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he turned to greet his mother. Taking another deep breath, he stood up straighter and turned to her. “Mother,” he began as he crossed over to her, like any proper son would.

“The ball will begin shortly,” Lillian announced as she stepped forward to meet him, the heavy silk fabric of her gowns rustling softly against the floor. She looked over her son’s royal attire and smoothed the fabric of her son’s tunic. She sighed at her son's forlorn look and forced a small smile. “He’s gone, Alexander. You have to move on; it has been more then a fortnight, since his death.”

“I do not believe he is gone.” Her son replied briskly as he glanced back out at the sunset. “I can feel it mother.”

“You are foolish, my son.” She replied softly, regretting her words immediately as he stiffened and turned further away from her, his blue eyes darkening.

“I can feel him, he still lives.” He began as his mother promptly dismissed him with a shake of her head.

“His hunting gear was found in tatters, covered in his own blood.” She reminded him, sending shivers down their spines at the mere mention of how the young prince’s death was discovered. “It is a foolish whim to believe that he may still live.”

“I would have known if he had. I would have felt it deep within my soul.” He corrected, shaking his head, his fists clenching at his sides. “He was more then just my best friend and found companion, mother. He was my lo-” She stopped him abruptly, with the raise of her hand to his lips.

“Don’t say it my son,” she whispered harshly as he pulled away from her touch.

“Can I not mourn him?” He questioned sharply, his voice faltering. “It has only been a fortnight! And yet, you are forcing me to attend a ball to find my mate! I do not wish it.”

“I wish things could have ended differently my son,” a deep voice interrupted and they glanced towards the open chamber doors as a man dressed in regal clothes stepped further into the room; King Lionel.

They both genuflected and greeted their king, pausing a moment as he walked over to his wife. His face was unreadable as he draped his arm around his wife’s waist and kissed the side of her face.

Alexander stood up straighter as his father’s scrutinized over his attire. “Father, I can’t do this. Not tonight. Not ever.” Alexander urged as he stood strong.

“It is your birthright,” Lionel began, his eyes narrowing over his son. “Tonight is your twenty-first birthday, and by law you must chose someone to reign at your side.”

“And if I desire to reign alone?” He questioned defiantly as his father took a step closer to him.

“Then I’ll chose whomever I see fit to rule at your side.” Lionel answered and his son reluctantly nodded in reply.

“We should go,” Lillian stated quickly, not wanting to endure anymore hostility between the two men in her life. “The tower bells are ringing, our guests shall be waiting for us.”

~*~*~

Count Morgan glanced over at his daughter and smiled. “You look divine, my child.”

“Even grand enough to woo the prince?” She questioned nervously as she paced the small length of the hall, her white gown floating around her.

“Drink this,” he commanded as he held up a vial of bluish liquid.

She frowned, holding out her hand to take the small vial. She uncorked the vial and sniffed the liquid. Frowning, she glanced up at her father. “What mischief is this?” She questioned as she raised an eyebrow.

“It is a potion that will have the dear prince vowing his life to you. It will change your outward appearance to mimic the characteristics the prince fell in love with on his dear Kent.” He explained as she smirked in reply, drinking the bitter concoction in one large mouthful.

She gasped as the burning liquid started its magic and she leaned onto her father for support. His face lit up in a grand smile as she looked up at him, now with bright green eyes and a dazzling smile. “Now find yourself the prince and win his heart, my dear Victoria.”

“Yes, father.” She grinned and he was amazed at the resemblance to the late Prince Kent, the ancient magic had worked to their advantage.

“Soon you shall marry and the kingdom will be ours.” Morgan smirked as Victoria smiled in return. He offered his arm to her and she stood up straighter, taller. He noted an extra grace to her step as she walked with him. “This shall work,” He mused to himself as they walked into the grand hall.

~*~*~

Prince Alexander took his spot in the procession line and greeted the men and women that were all trying for his affections. No one seemed amiss at the foul mood Alexander hid behind his regal mask, as he smiled and flirted back with them. No one suspected that he wanted more then anything to leave this all behind for a time and place that no longer existed for him.

“Count Morgan and his daughter Lady Victoria,” the nobleman announced and Alexander cringed, knowing that Victoria was his father’s first choice for him.

He took her hand and kissed it, before glancing up into her face. His heart skipped a beat as he gazed up into the all too familiar eyes. He took a step back, trying to regain his composure as she smiled a dazzling smile and for a second he thought he was gazing at his beloved Kent.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, wanting to end the trickery that his eyes had withheld. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he glanced back into her smiling face. “She is fair,” his father, the King, whispered into his ear. “You should ask her to dance, my son.”

Alexander nodded and reached out to take her hand. “Victoria?” He began as her smile brightened. “Would you care to dance?”

“I would love to,” she beamed as he escorted her to the dance floor and they danced.

~*~*~

The night continued on, the music filling the air as the moon rose higher in the sky. The King looked on and he was more then pleased that his son seemed to be interested in the fair maiden. He continued to watch her more carefully, noticing the masquerade at hand. He covered his smirk with his hand and he glanced over at her father.

“They make an excellent pair, just as you suggested.” Morgan stated as he stepped closer to the King. “Our matchmaking skills have scored a winning team.”

“Your sorcery, I assume.” Lionel drawled as he continued to study the fair Victoria. “After Kent’s disappearance, I didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off.” He replied in a hushed tone as he smiled at his Queen across the way.

“Ah, yes. Kent’s disappearance was a far harder deed then bewitching the Prince.” He commented as his eyes danced with mirth.

“I just hope my son does not see past this masquerade,” the King sighed as he turned and gazed at Morgan. “Or you shall be forced out of my kingdom; death would be too good of a deed for you. And Victoria, poor girl, shall be strung up by her neck. What a pity.”

“He will not,” Morgan stated with pride, rubbing his hand against his chest. “The potion has lingering affects and Kent will never be seen again.”

“I hope not.” Lionel smiled as he clasped Morgan’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “I would miss my advisor’s guiding touch.”

Morgan smiled in response and then they returned their gaze to the couple on the dance floor.

~*~*~

The moonlight filtered onto the lake and Kent felt the familiar stirrings in his body as the spell broke once more. He feared to leave the shelter of the lake, but he felt he had to find Alexander and tell him the truth; for his love was the only one that could save him from his fate.

He knew that he didn’t have much time in his human form, so he pushed on; racing through the rugged paths, his muscles aching under duress from lack of use. As he neared the palace, the first thing he noticed was the light air of music and voices lingering in the air.

“The ball,” he whispered to himself, tears springing to his eyes. “Tonight would have been the night. Tonight we would have declared our love and our intentions.”

Pushing back the rush of emotions that threaten to overcome him, he continued on. Breathless, he snuck through the gardens and made his way onto the balcony as he did many times over the years. He shielded himself in the darkness offered by the curtains and watched the many regal dressed patrons of the kingdom pass by.

He rubbed his hand over his bare chest, suddenly feeling underdressed and he wrapped his arms around his chest. He closed his eyes and withdrew more into the shadows, praying for the courage to find his lover.

His time was running out.

Minutes seemed like hours as he waited for a glimpse of the prince, seeing not a trace of him he gave up hope for finding him on this enchanted night. He stepped back out onto the balcony and froze as his lover’s voice echoed in his ears. His heart aching as he peered over the balcony to see the prince caressing the soft, dark hair of another. “No,” he gasped as he jumped off the balcony and landed a few feet from the hidden couple.

His gaze locked with Alexander’s and his heart flinched and his body ached as his lover’s gaze flashed with anger. Kent stumbled back as the women at his side smirked with satisfaction.

Alexander continued to glare at the intruder, unable to see past the haze of her spell to see who he was addressing. “Speak now, or chose to die.” He growled as he raised his sword.

Kent opened his mouth to speak, but found he could not. The familiar stirrings began in his body and he knew he would transform soon. The spell had been broken; the last rays of moonlight were leaving the lake.

He turned and fled, his legs unwilling to run as his body cried out in pain and he collapsed just outside the palace grounds.

~*~*~

Alexander left Victoria’s side and ran after the young man, intrigued by his presence and his silence; no one has ever dared to defy the prince.

He stopped in his tracks as the one he followed collapsed to the ground. He laughed at his luck and approached the man, his sword raised. “Who are you?” He demanded as he tried to make out the man in the darkness.

“You have already forgotten me,” a familiar voice whispered in his ears and his heart skipped a beat.

“Kent?” He gasped, dropping the sword as a flash of light blinded him. “Kent?” He cried out, the earlier spell fading away form his eyes. He blinked and tried to refocus his eyes in the dull light.

A veil of white feathers covered his eyes as he made out what appeared to be a lone swan flying away. He glanced around the empty clearing, “Kent?!” He shouted his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing as tears threatened to fall.

He glanced around the clearing once more, trying to figure out what had just happened. “I’m going mad,” he sighed as he shook his head, bending down to pick up the discarded sword. “Mother’s right,” he whispered to himself as he brushed away the few tears that escaped. “I must move on.”

~*~*~

The swan sat on its perch watching the prince, eyes glassy from the human emotions that simmered within. He bowed his head and took off in flight, determined not to return again, his heart not able to take it.

~*~*~

“It was him!” Victoria spat as she glared at her father. “You said he wouldn’t be a problem. You said that he had been taken care of.” She groaned running her hand through her hair.

“It couldn’t have been, Kent.” Morgan shushed his daughter as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “He wouldn’t have had the strength to make it this far, in so little time.”

“It was him.” She repeated harshly as she flung her hands up in the air. “It was perfect; he was under my spell- a few minutes more and he would have proposed,” she stressed. “Then he had to show up!”

“I shall take care of it my child,” he smiled as he brushed a small kiss to her cheek as she continued to scowl. “Now go and find the prince, take his mind of this. Make him think none of this happened. He must not suspect anything.”

“Yes, father.” She sighed as she looked down at her hands. “How long will the spell last?”

“Long enough,” Morgan soothed as she nodded in reply.

~*~*~

Alexander made his way back to the palace, his thoughts drifting from the evening to the events that had just transpired. “I am a fool.” He whispered recalling his mother’s words.

He went in search for Victoria and found her in deep conversation with her father. He went to enter when he heard Kent’s name and he froze. He leaned against the doorframe, his heart beating franticly as he stayed were he remained, listening in on their conversation.

His heart skipped a beat. “It was him, my love.” He gasped as he ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, by the powers that be, what has he done to you?” He questioned as the image of the lone swan came to mind.

He turned quickly and ran back to the ballroom, seeking his father. A few guest lingered, but the King was nowhere to be found. He raced to the throne room and pushed the double doors apart. “Father!” He cried out as the King turned to him.

“This is not the manner befitting of a prince,” Lionel drawled as he motioned for his son to come in further.

“I am sorry father,” he apologized, bowing before him as he squeezed his eyes shut. “But, I’ve found out some troubling news.”

“Troubling news?” He questioned as his eyes narrowed and he leaned forward in his chair. “Do tell, my son.”

“Count Morgan,” he began as took a step forward. “He has done something to Prince Kent.”

“Kent?” Lionel questioned as he shook his head in dismay. “Do you have proof that he still lives?”

“He has him,” Alexander insisted. “I’ve seen him, he still draws breath.”

“Then why isn’t he here now?” The King questioned as he sat back in his chair. “Does he not love you anymore?”

He gasped at the thought, hoping that it wasn’t the reason for his love to flee. “Count Morgan has done something to him.” Alexander accused as his father shook his head.

“You speak ill of my advisor, I trust you have proof.” Lionel replied sternly as he stared at his son.

“No, father.” He stammered, quickly looking down at his feet and then back up at his father. “I’ve only overheard-”

“Alexander, have I raised you to speak ill of others with no proof?” He questioned, rubbing his hand over his brow.

“No, father.” Alexander replied quickly. “But, he has done something. I know he has.”

“I do not want to hear it, unless you have something to show for it.” The King proclaimed as he sat up and crossed over to his son. “No more of this nonsense,” he stated as he rested his hand on his shoulder. “You need to move on my son.”

“But, father.” He countered as he pulled away from his father’s ill begotten touch. “I love him, and he loves me- if he still lives I will not stop until I find him.”

“Very well,” Lionel replied with a slight dismissal. “If you bring forth proof by the next full moon, you shall not have to marry Lady Victoria.”

“Father!” He cried as he shook his head. “I will not marry Victoria.”

“Will you not?” Came a light feathery voice and he turned to see her. His eyes glazed over as he looked into her eyes.

“Lady Victoria,” Alexander whispered as he smiled at her, forgetting his task at hand.

“Would you care to escort me through the gardens?” She questioned as she flashed him a dazzling smile.

“Go, my son.” Lionel chuckled. “We will speak of this later.”

”Yes,” he nodded as he held out his hand to her. “Walk with me,” he smiled as she reached out for his hand.

“I’d be delighted.” She purred as she leaned against him and he wrapped his arm around her waist, escorting her out.

~*~*~

Lionel growled as his son left. “Morgan!” He shouted and he appeared a few seconds later.

“Yes, my King.” He bowed, waiting for his command.

“Kill Kent, my son is suspicious.” The King commanded and Morgan nodded in acceptance. “That is all.” He snarled as he raised his hand in dismissal.

~*~*~

The Queen stood on her balcony and watched as her son escorted Lady Victoria through the gardens. She frowned at the strange pallor of his skin and the fake smile that adorned his face. “What troubles you my son?” She questioned as she heard the bedchamber doors open and she turned to her husband and king.

He crossed over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, his gaze following hers. “Ah, I see you have found the lovebirds.”

“It seems false,” she commented as she continued to study them. “I did not expect him to find someone so soon.”

“He plans to marry her. Lady Victoria will make a fine queen.” Lionel purred. “She is fair.”

“Did you have a hand in this?” She questioned him as she turned to him, noticing the coldness in his eyes.

“This is of his choosing,” he replied dryly as he pulled away from her. “You can take it up with him in the morning.”

She pressed her lips together and nodded, not seeking to enrage the King. For she knew all to well that he had something to do with this madness. “That I will,” she vowed.

~*~*~

The prince awoke in the morning, feeling ill. His muscles ached and his head spun with every movement. He heard a knock at the door and ignored it, pulling a feathery pillow over his head.

“Go away.” He groaned, the pillow muffling his voice as he closed his eyes tight, wishing the room would stop spinning.

~*~*~

“Alexander?” The queen questioned as she knocked once more on the door and peaked in to see her son sprawled out over his bed in what appeared to be a drunken stupor. “Alexander.” She snapped and he sat up quickly in response, flinging his pillow across the room.

“What is it?” He snapped as his mother stared at him in dismay.

“What has come over you?” She demanded as she crossed over to him and ran her hand over his face. “How much did you have to drink last night my son?”

“Drink?” Alexander repeated as he closed his eyes, swaying slightly as he tried to recall and coming up blank. “Not a drop.”

“Not a drop?” Lillian deadpanned, unable to believe his word. “Then what madness is this that you appear like this?”

The prince blinked and ignored the question as his vague memories of the evenings event clung to him. He reached out to his mother, needing her guidance. “I dreamt that he was alive, that he spoke to me.”

“Alexander,” she sighed as she sat down beside him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “It must have been a dream. He is gone to us.”

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “No. He was here, out in the gardens.”

“You are mistaken, my son.” Lillian sighed as she rubbed his back gently. “I only saw you with Lady Victoria. I glimpsed the two of you in the gardens late last night.”

“Victoria?” He questioned as he pulled away from her loving caress. “I have not seen her since she was a child.”

“Alexander,” she whispered harshly, trying to mask her shock and dismay. “She came with her father. You even announced your engagement.”

“No.” He cried as he pulled away and stood up quickly. “What deception is this?”

“I do not know my child.” Lillian began as she recalled the events of last night. “You should speak to your father on this matter, he may shed some insight on this.”

“I do not wish to speak with him,” Alexander groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck. “He does not listen to me, he does not care. He wishes me to marry Victoria.”

“Then what are you to do?” She countered as he straightened up, determination set in his brow.

“I am going to find Kent.” He announced as she shook her head in dismay, knowing that there was nothing she could do or say to stop him.

~*~*~

Before the sun hit high noon, Morgan had set off. His only thought that crossed his mind was the order to kill Kent. He had been sentimental and spared the prince’s live once. “But, not this time,” he vowed as he increased his pace and continued on.

~*~*~

Alexander had nothing but his heart to lead him, he hurried through the long forgotten paths of the forest. “Kent?” He called out franticly, knowing that he had to have come this way the night before. “Please, if you can hear me.” He practically begged, needing an answer. “Do not hide from me.”

He sighed and continued on, his heart skipping a beat as he heard the pounding of hooves. He followed the sound and hid behind a tree as he caught a glimpse of the man passing, a black and crimson cape fluttering in the air behind him. “Morgan,” He spat as he quickly jumped to his feet and quickly followed on foot, his body aching to keep the same frantic pace. He gasped for air as they came to a stop deep in the forest by a lake he had never seen before.

“Kent!” Morgan suddenly bellowed and Alexander froze, waiting to see if his love would emerge from the depths of the crystal lake.

Alexander gasped as he saw a lone swan swimming up to him. The swan spread his wings briefly before lowering his long graceful neck. “No.” He gasped as he watched the events unfold. “It can not be.” He mused to himself, unable to believe his eyes.

“It seems that you have been spotted near the palace.” Morgan spat as he unsheathed his sword, the silver glistening in the fading sunlight. “And in your true form no less!”

The swan swam back at the display and spread its wings to take off in flight. “No!” Alexander shouted as he sprinted forward, drawing his own sword to defend the helpless swan.

“Alexander.” Morgan hissed as their swords met in a loud clash. “You are not needed here.” He began as he pulled away and sheathed his sword.

“What have you done?” Alexander questioned as he advanced on Morgan, his sword raised to strike. He glanced briefly at the swan and then back at the Count.

“I am only following orders,” Morgan countered as he lowered his eyes slightly.

“And are you not suppose to follow my orders when the King is not at hand?” Alexander began his eyes glistening with authority.

“Yes,” he groaned, not wanting to admit that his place was below the prince and for now he had no choice but to agree.

“I want you to leave this area at once,” he commanded as he glared at the older man. “Now.”

“As you wish,” Morgan shrugged as he gave a half bow. “This is a foolish quest,” he began as he stood straighter. “You do not know the consequences for your actions.”

“I did not ask for your opinion,” Alexander snapped as he stared at him. “You are my father’s advisor, not mine.”

“Your father is more knowledgeable then you are,” he smirked. “You should live by his example.”

“I care not for your advice.” He replied dryly as he turned to the lake, watching the lone swan swim gracefully across the surface. “You should remember your place.”

“Very well,” Morgan replied curtly as he turned on his heals and left the prince to his own devices, swearing to himself that he will not be toyed with.

~*~*~

Morgan grabbed the reins of his horse and turned once more to stare at the Prince lovingly gaze at the swan. He groaned and glanced up at the rosy sky, cursing his bad luck.

He closed his eyes and summoned dark clouds to ascend over the lake. “Now you will never see.” Hew smirked as he mounted his steed and rode off.

~*~*~

Alexander stood strong until he could no longer hear the strong gallop of the royal steed and then collapsed on the banks of the lake, tears threatening to fall. He gazed up at the swan swimming to him. “Kent?” he whispered as he reached out to touch the swans head. “What has he done to you?” He gasped as the swan leaned into the prince’s touch, sad black eyes looking into his own.

Silence descended over them and the prince grew inpatient. “How did he do this? Can it not be broken? There has to be a way.” Alexander ranted as the swan bowed his neck once more.

“Kent,” he sighed. “I’ve missed you- your voice, your caress. Why?” Alexander moaned as a single tear fell from his eyes. “Why does Morgan hate me so much? Why has he cursed us?”

The swan looked up at the sky and noticed the dark clouds; Alexander also looked up taking in the darkening sky. “The clouds are dark,” he commented as he stretched out on the bank. “But, I shall not leave you here. I’ll never leave you.”

The swan tried to raise his voice to protest, but his voice was inaudible and he glanced once more at the clouds, knowing that Count Morgan bewitched them. If no moonlight could reach the lake, he would not be able to speak with his love.

Alexander closed his eyes as the swan waddled up onto the banks and sat down beside him, stretching his neck over his abdomen and resting, feeling comfort from his closeness.

~*~*~

“Do you know where your son is?” Morgan growled as he bowed before his king.

“My son has a mind of his own.” He replied with disdain as he stood up from his thrown. “I warned you and yet you disregarded my word. He is my son after all.”

“You are pleased with his act of defiance?” He gasped as he looked up at his king, noticing the smirk that graced his features.

“He has not defied me, and from the look of it, he put you rather harshly in your place.” Lionel mused as he stepped forward and ran a hand over Morgan’s face. “You should have learned your place.”

“He is with him,” Morgan whispered harshly. “They are together as we speak.”

“Can the spell be broken?” The king questioned as his hand cupped Morgan’s face bringing it closer to his own.

“With my death,” he replied as his gaze locked with the king’s.

“Does my son know of this?” Lionel questioned pulling away. “Will he seek your blood?”

“He does not.” Morgan sighed. “But, Kent knows.”

“Then you should have killed him when you had the chance!” The king reprimanded as he stepped away, his eyes flashing with anger. “You knew the consequences.”

“I was only trying to please you.” He whispered looking away.

“Well, you have failed me.” Lionel groaned and pushed him away. “You better hope my son does not find out.”

~*~*~

Alexander stirred in his sleep as a hand brushed over his chest and he froze. He blinked and gazed up at his lover’s face. “Am I dreaming?” He questioned as he sat up, reaching out and touching Kent’s face bathed in moonlight.

“The spell has broken momentarily,” he whispered as he glanced up at the sky, the soft moonlight wafting down on the lake. “Why did you seek me?” Kent questioned as he pulled away. “After last night, I thought-”

“Shh,” Alexander hushed as he placed his hand over Kent’s soft lips. “I am here now, I love you. I always will.”

Kent sighed heavily and pushed Alexander’s hand away. “You should forget about me and return to Victoria’s arms. I am no longer human, I am a freak.”

“You are my love and that’s all that matters.” He whispered as he leaned over and placed a tentative kiss to Kent’s lips.

Kent tried to protest, but soon found himself helpless and at Alexander’s mercy. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” He whispered as he drew Alexander into his embrace. “Don’t leave me.”

“Now that I have found you, we shall never part again.” He vowed as he traced Kent’s swollen red lips. “Tell me how this came to be?”

Kent sighed and rested his head on Alexander’s shoulder. “I was out hunting and I came upon a wounded swan, I thought it cruel and unjust how someone could harm such a beautiful and regal creature.” He began as his hands traveled down and touched the feathery pants that adorned his body. “I reached out to help it when an arrow took flight and there was a flash of light when the arrow pierced the swan’s heart, spilling its blood over my hands. I heard foul words in the air and then the next thing I knew I was no longer myself- no longer human.”

“Oh, Kent.” Alexander sighed as he trailed his hands over his lover’s chest. “Why has he done this?”

“At first I thought it was because he wanted to rule, to get me out of the way so that he may rule through his daughter,” he explained with a sigh. “But, I now believe he did it for all those reasons, plus for the favor of his king, your father.”

“That is absurd, why would my father want this?” He questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push away the pain that threatened to bloom. “He knew of my intentions, he knew I loved you.”

“Aye.” Kent agreed as he rubbed his hands over Alexander’s arms. “He does not wish me to be apart of your life. He never has- I just never imagined that he go this far.”

Alexander shook his head. “My father would not do this to me-” he stressed, not willing to believe his fathers involvement.

Kent shifted closer, his hands running over Alexander’s chest, seeking his lover’s warmth. “We do not have much time.” He whispered, his voice faltering as he felt the familiar shadow taking over his body. “I will no longer be human.”

“How do we stop this?” Alexander questioned wrapping his arms around him and pulling Kent closer to him. “I cannot lose you.”

“I fear that tonight, it cannot be helped,” Kent sighed as he pressed his forehead against his lover’s. “I can feel the pain, I shall change soon.”

“He must have mentioned how to break the spell- this sordid enchantment.” He groaned as he pressed soft kisses against Kent’s face.

“The blood of a swan sparked the change and the spell was completed as the swan died.” He began as he looked up into his lover’s troubled blue eyes. “I feel that the only way I can be human again is by shedding Morgan’s blood.”

“Then he shall die,” Alexander vowed, sealing it with a soft kiss. Kent moaned softly into his lover’s mouth and deepened the kiss.

“Ever night I fear I will not return to human form,” Kent whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss. “Tomorrow night there shall be no moonlight, I will be forced to remain as a swan. You intervened today, but what about tomorrow or the next day?”

“Do not speak of such things,” Alexander scolded as he pressed his hand to Kent’s lips. “We shall overcome this, we have too.”

“Morgan will be prepared, he has great power,” he protested grabbing onto Alexander’s tunic. “And his daughter, she bewitched you- I saw the affects she had on you, you forgot me.”

“It will not let it happen again.” Alexander corrected, pressing a small kiss to Kent’s lips. “Not now when I know the truth, now that I see you beside me.”

“See what?” A voice questioned and they both turned to see Victoria standing before them, her arrival unnoticed by both. “What have you found my dear Alexander?”

“Victoria,” Alexander gasped as he braced onto Kent for support, feeling the whispering edge of her power wavering over him. “You are not wanted here.”

“I beg to differ, my love.” She smiled as she crossed over to them, running her hand over his shoulder, her gaze unwavering.

“Alexander, do not be fooled.” Kent began as he forced Alexander to look at him, his eyes. “She is false.”

Alexander blinked quickly, gazing back and forth between Kent and Victoria. “Do not let me falter,” Alexander began as he grabbed onto Kent’s shoulders. “Do not let me fall.”

“Alexander, your parents are worried.” She began softly reaching out to him, her fingers barely brushing over his face. “Your mother has asked me to find you. She is worried.”

“My mother,” Alexander whispered as he continued to gaze at Victoria, feeling the spell take affect.

“Alexander,” Kent pleaded as he tried to pull him away from her gaze, his body refused to obey his movements. “Do not leave me,” He urged as a faint glow lit up his skin. “Alexander!”

Alexander blinked and suddenly only Victoria stood before him, a small lantern from her carriage silhouetting her and only her. His heart ached, and he knew that he was forgetting something. “Victoria,” he whispered, blinking once more; his mind clouding as he continued to stare at her.

“Come my love,” she smiled as she reached her hand out to him. “We have idled here too long.”

Alexander stood up, not noticing the swan sitting beside him and took her offered hand. “Yes, my love.” He replied as she smirked in reply, staring at the swan with a satisfied look in her eyes.

The swan lowered his neck in defeat, unable to fight the witchery at play. He wanted to scream, to shout- but he had no voice to speak with. Victoria had won.

~*~*~

Morgan paced back and forth, waiting for the carriage to return. His only hope was for Victoria to bring him home, away from Kent and his love.

The pounding of hooves alerted him and he looked up to see the carriage, rounding the corner. “I pray that you have succeeded my daughter; for if you have not, I will not live past the new moon.”

“Was she successful?” A voice questioned and he turned to see his King.

“I do not know,” he replied as the carriage came to a stop and they watched as the prince and his daughter step out of the carriage.

“You are lucky,” Lionel mused. “You have been spared another night. How long will her spell last?”

“Forever, if they are wed soon. Kent is the only one that can break the spell from his eyes.” Morgan explained as he glanced up at the sky, the dawning sun sending pale sunlight over them. “He lost his chance, tonight is the new moon, the sky will be dark and he will not be able to change. We have won.”

Unbeknownst to the King and his advisor, the Queen overheard their conversation. She vowed that her son will be happy again; that somehow she will break the veil drawn over his eyes.

Lillian watched for a few seconds more and then decided to take things into her own hand and take the carriage back to where this tale began.

“Your highness,” the servant bowed as she approached the carriage.

“Tell me what has happened on your trip tonight.” She ordered and the man blinked a few times, running his free hand over his balding scalp.

“We went deep into the forest,” He mumbled as he sighed heavily. “I still do not believe what my sight beheld this very night.”

“Do tell,” she urged a small smile curving at her lips as the servant nodded.

“Lady Victoria commissioned me to take her out to Swan Lake.” He began as he shifted nervously. “I’ve never been out there myself, the legend scares most off- but, I saw it for my own eyes the truth of the tales.”

“And what did your eye beheld?” She questioned her heart beating rapidly.

“In a soft flash of light a man turned into a swan,” He whispered in awe. “It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen.”

“Kent.” She gasped as she brought her hand to her mouth. “He lives.” She shook her head, the tale to amazing to be false. “Can you take me there, to Swan Lake?”

“Yes, your highness.” He nodded as he opened the carriage door for her. She climbed in and tried to calm her nervous as the carriage began to move.

~*~*~

Victoria squeezed Alexander’s hand as the looked over the balcony at the people gathered below. King Lionel stood in the center, his hand bracing the railing as he raised his other hand to quite the people for his announcement.

“I am blessed to announce that my son, Prince Alexander will wed Lady Victoria at dusk tonight.” The King began as the cheers from the townspeople flooded up. “It would please us to have everyone attend in honor of this union.” The townspeople cheered once more before they ran off to prepare for such a celebration.

“We are to be wed,” Victoria smiled as she kissed Alexander’s hand. “Does this not please you?”

“Yes,” Alexander replied unsure of his own thoughts, his heart aching at a loss he could not fathom.

“Your parents are pleased of our pending union,” She grinned as she leaned over and brushed her lips across his cheek.

“My parents,” he nodded as he glanced up to see his father, but he could not find his mother. “My mother,” he whispered, “Where is she?”

“She must be helping them plan the ceremony,” Victoria dismissed quickly and Alexander frowned in response. “We shall see her later, my love. Let’s not think of it.”

But, Alexander could not think of anything else, he knew that his mother would not miss something as important to him as this.

~*~*~

The carriage ride was shorter then Lillian anticipated and she couldn’t help but smile as the carriage came to a stop. The door opened and the servant helped her down. “Is this the lake you spoke of?” She questioned as she stepped out of the carriage an onto the ground.

“Yes, your highness.” He nodded as he glanced over the smooth surface. “It happened right here at the edge of the lake.”

“Leave me a moment in silence,” the Queen commanded, dismissing him as she sat down by the lake. She waited for the servant to retreat back to the carriage and watched with amazement as a lone swan swam up to her and bowed before her.

Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat, can it be? “Kent?” She whispered, not trusting her own voice. She reached out as the swan leaned his head forward, her fingers brushing the soft feathers. “Then it is true,” she gasped as her heart skipped a beat.

The swan waddled up on to the banks and sat down amongst the many folds of her velvety dress, laying his head over her lap. “Tonight, they will be wed.” She confessed as the swan’s head lifted up and stared at her. “We must stop it, this foul deed cannot pass. You shall come back to the palace; we shall find a way to stop this madness once and for all.” She vowed as she ran her hand over the swan’s head. “You shall be a prince once more.”

~*~*~

Victoria kissed Alexander goodbye and left him to prepare for the wedding. He watched her go, but remained there on the balcony staring out over the kingdom, his heart beating rapidly as he tried to clear his thoughts. “This is wrong,” he whispered as he clenched the sword at his side. “Something is amiss.”

“Yes, my son.” A soft voice interrupted his train of thought and he glanced up at his mother. She smiled and offered him her hand.

He reached out and took her hand. “What has happened?” He questioned as he stepped closer to her, needing any guidance she could give him. “Why can I not remember?”

“There is foul play at hand,” she sighed as she ran her hand over his brow. “There is something you must see.” She smiled as she squeezed his hand and escorted him back to her sitting chambers.

“What is it?” He began as they entered the room and he froze in his tracks, his eyes focused on a swan sitting on the settee. “A swan? I- Mother?” he whispered, shaking his head as he stepped forward and reached his hand out to the swan.

“Remember, my son.” His mother urged as she watched the swan lean in to his touch and Alexander’s fingers briefly touched the soft feathers.

“Oh, Kent!” He cried as he dropped to his knees, rubbing his head with his hands. “How could I have forgotten so easily?” He gasped as he cursed to himself, the last few hours clearing in his mind. “Morgan.” He growled as he stood up and ran out of the room.

Before she could respond, the swan glanced up at the queen and then flew after Alexander. “Everything must come to an end.”

~*~*~

Alexander drew his sword and ran down the halls, seeking the man that had tried to destroy his life and the one of his true love.

“Prepare to die,” Alexander announced as he entered the throne room, his eyes fixed on Count Morgan.

“Son,” the King snapped. “What is this nonsense?” he questioned sharply stepping out in front of Morgan.

“He has to die,” Alexander explained dryly as he raised his sword, ready to strike.

“This is foolish, my son.” Lionel chuckled shaking his head. “What has he done?”

“He tried to destroy my chance at happiness and commit me to a loveless marriage.” He drawled his voice dry and void of any emotion.

“You are mistaken,” Morgan tried to refute his claim as he glanced over at the King.

“I have no part in your games,” Lionel replied with a curt nod and wiped his hands clean of any doing. “You must answer to your actions.”

Morgan blinked at the King and turned to the cold glare from his son. “Alexander, you are foolish to fight what has begun.” He snarled as he stood on his guard and caught his daughter’s gaze from across the room.

“Alexander,” she called out in attempt to distract him, but he would not respond to her trickery.

“Your blood shall break the curse you placed on him.” Alexander growled as he stepped closer, lunging forward. “En garde.”

Morgan immediately parried in response and the clash of their swords echoed in the room. “This is foolish, you have not the skills.”

“I have love and revenge on my side,” Alexander spat as they moved back and forth, swords clashing angrily. “What do you have?”

He glanced up at his daughter as she retrieved a blade from the inner folds of her gown. “More then you know.” He smirked as Alexander stabbed the blade mere inches from his heart and twisted the cold steel in his hands.

“No!” Victoria cried out with anger as she threw the blade across the room, only to have it intercepted by a flurry of feathers.

Alexander watched with a satisfied smirk as Morgan sank to the ground, turning quickly at the sound of the commotion behind him. His eyes flashed with fear as he witnessed the swan falling to the ground in a blaze of red and white.

“No!” Alexander cried as he reached out to catch the swan in his arms, the blood staining his hands. “No, it cannot be.” He gasped as he placed the swan down on the ground, stroking the blood soaked feathers. “Kent,” he sobbed as he bowed his head, closing his eyes tightly.

A soft light encompassed the room as Morgan took his last breath; his blood spilling onto the swan’s outstretched wings, the light brightening as Kent changed into his human form. Kent reached up and stroked Alexander’s face that hovered over him. “Do not cry,” He whispered as Alexander opened his eyes to see his beloved’s face.

“Kent,” he sighed as he touched his face and then glanced over his body, noticing the gaping hole in his abdomen. “Is it fatal?” He questioned as he felt his lover’s body shudder against his own.

“I do not know,” he whispered as Alexander glanced up at his father watching over them.

“You caused this,” He spat. “Is this what you wanted?” He growled as he noticed the guards rushing into the room and taking Victoria into custody.

“You’ve proven yourself my son,” He grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back down on his thrown. “That is all I ever wanted.”

Alexander cursed at his father as he pressed his hand over Kent’s gushing wound. “It is only a scratch,” he whispered, as he leaned over and kissed Kent’s paling lips. “You will be fine.”

Kent gasped and rested his hand over Alexander’s, “I love you, my prince.”

“Shh,” he whispered as he shook his head. “Do not say such words-”

“Goodbye,” Kent sighed as he closed his eyes and Alexander cried out to the guards to fetch the healer.

“No goodbyes. Not now, not ever.” Alexander groaned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and he glanced up into his mother’s eyes. “I cannot loose him again.” He managed to reply, his voice heavy with unshed tears.

“He still draws breath, there is still a chance.” She whispered as she squeezed his shoulder, trying to give her son some hope, even though there was not much left to give.

~*~*~

Days passed and nights stretched on as Alexander stood vigil at his lover’s bedside, waiting for any sign that Kent would come back to him.

A soft groan escaped Kent’s lips as he stirred in the bed and blinked up at Alexander. “Am I dreaming?” He questioned as he reached over to touch Alexander’s hand.

“Then it is a good dream,” Alexander whispered as he squeezed his hand and leaned over to place a soft kiss to his lips.

The End