A/N: Since I'm half way on a roll, I decided to keep writing. . I would like to finish this story sometime! That way I can write the sequel and that will be very exciting!

(This is Megara.)

The vanilla steamer warmed my hands and slid smoothly down my throat. My headache was slowly disappearing along with my stomach cramps. I sat at a two person table across from Peter by the window.

He drank regular coffee, but after his first sip he made a face. "Blechhh, this tastes horrible."

I offered him a sip of mine, and he gratefully accepted.

Peter sighed. "It's been a long time since I drank coffee, and I remember despising it, but I thought it would keep me awake. The last two nights were sleepless, spent tossing and turning in my bed. The days brought urgent messages from Meridell, but my mother has been kind enough to handle them all."

Although I had seen the expression on his face many times, it still seemed strange to me that Peter would ever be worried. A smirk or a gaze of intelligence seemed to suit him better.

"Meg, I've been so uptight. I feel like I've been to the underworld and that it's only a matter of seconds before I'm swallowed up whole. I've never been more worried, and I feel like I've gone crazy.

"Just listen to me…" His eyes pleaded with me, and I felt like my heart was being wrung. "I sound like a broken man… How can you… How could you love me? I'm insecure and almost stark raving mad! I don't know what to do. All I know is that I don't want to leave you because you're my sanity in this crazy world…"

I was at a loss for words. How could I have put someone through that much pain? Why did I make him wait for me when he could have left at any given moment? When was this all going to be worth it?

I couldn't ask those questions because no one would be able to answer them. It was my turn to be strong for him.

Peter always listened to my problems even when they pained him just as much as me. He had some insight that set my vision clear and his reassurance of never ending love was what I needed to make it through the worst days of my life.

"I don't really know what to say…" 'Oh great, I already sound like an idiot!' "I know this difficult, but some day this will all be worth it. I swear to you that as soon as I can, I will be with you until the end of time. We were destined to be, but that doesn't mean that our trials will cease.

"I live every day knowing that it's only to prove everyone else wrong. I take pride in defying the gods, proving to them that I still love you, and praying that you still love me at the end of the day. You're all I live for. If not for you, I would either have committed suicide, or I would have been living a dead life as Cyrus' wife. You're what keeps me going; you're my one reason for waking up in the morning."

He took my hand from across the table and gave it a warm squeeze. "You're right, this is all happening for a reason. Soon you and I will be together with nothing to worry about but what our entertainment will be for the night. I don't know what I'd do without you. I promise you'll have my love always."

(This is Cyrus.)

I left Korina's house feeling fairly cheerful. Her terms for my favor were extremely easy to deal with. I had to pay her some money as well as an oath of secrecy. That was to be expected. So were the arranged plans of adoption incase she had conceived a child. The other part of the deal surprised me somewhat.

After she was done, I was supposed to take Korina on a date and treat her as I would Megara. What she truly meant was that I was to love her unconditionally and she could pretend that it was like old times.

Or maybe she had this crazy notion that I would fall in love with her again. Nothing could make me want her, but I was willing to be her ally and we would both get what we wanted.

I was quite sure that it would be awkward, but it was such a small price to pay in order to have Megara by my side.

(This is Korina.)

This was an interesting job, indeed. Not only did Cyrus buy me the clothes in which I was supposed to get Peter interested, but I also was able to get anything I requested in order to accomplish this job.

What else would I want besides Cyrus himself? I didn't just want his body because I never really liked that about him in the first place. I wanted his heart, his soul. I would like to think that if I had that, we would both live happily ever after, but I doubt it.

If I were able to capture his soul, I would start out sweet and caring, but he would soon see that he shouldn't have messed with me. I would make him want me, but I would deny him any pleasure. I would ignite his desire, but leave him cold.

Not only because I am crazy over revenge, but also because I love him. It isn't good for someone to always get what they want. So poor Cyrus would have to wait for me, and he would want me even more.

I would be able to get away with anything I wanted, and Megara would be thrown out onto the streets to live as some servant. I would be Princess of Aburdio, the lovely lass who every man wanted as their own, the one who brought the all powerful Prince Setoran Jr. to his knees.

I was excited to get to know this Peter. He was so strong, and he had this cold charm that enticed me. No, of course I didn't love him, but that didn't mean I wouldn't have fun playing around with him. He was gorgeous, and he was Megara's. What more could I want?

And if he didn't play along with me, I could easily put an end to the game. After I had slipped drugs into his wine, it would be very easy to slit his throat after he was sleeping…