Thar Shaddin

A Descendants Fan Fic by Maudeen Stone

Their meeting was thoroughly by chance. They'd met at a storefront when she'd dropped the softly scented handkerchief she carried.

"Please, allow me," he said. The large signet ring he wore gleamed in the sunlight, catching Emmi's eye. The letters, embossed in gold, read "V.M." Surprised, the Lady M, looked into a pair of pale blue eyes in which humor danced. When their gazes met, it was fate. Her heart thumped in her chest and she felt heat rise in her cheeks.

V. gave a soft laugh and glanced down, biting his lip. This was the most beautiful creature he'd ever beheld. He reached for her hand, needing to feel her hand in his.

"Tell me you will be at the Ball, tonight! I must dance with you." His voice was filled with passion. The Lady M blushed furiously, overcome by his forwardness.

"I... yes." Boldly, she looked up, "I will. I... promise."

"What is your name, so I might whisper it to myself in the tedious hours before we meet again?"

"I am the Lady M, though most call me "Emmi."

"Ah! Emmi!" V. pressed his hand to his heart and bowed graciously to her.

"Until then..." V. pressed a kiss to Emmi's hand, savoring the scent of her skin through the soft gloves she wore. Slipping her hand from his grasp, Emmi curtsied.

"Please forgive me, I must go. My mother waits." With a gesture, Emmi indicated the handsome matron who viewed the pair of them with a brow arched in suspicion. She was forever fighting off unworthy beaus for her daughter, but this one might just do.

"Alas!" V. watched wistfully as Emmi walked away from him, feeling as if his heart shattered for every step she took away from him.

Emmi stood at the top of the stairs, escorted by her brother. For some reason, she was horribly nervous. Would he really be there? She scanned the dazzling crowd. From across the room, she saw him. Her heart thumped hard in her chest. It was as if he stood alone in the room. No one else mattered but him.

His eyes found her easily at the top of the stair. His light blue orbs gazed longingly at her from across the room. Truly, she was the most stunningly beautiful creature. No other could compare to her beauty or intelligence. He felt himself grow heavy at the sight of her. He hoped it wouldn't be too obvious when they danced.

"Sir," Emmi inclined her head to him.

"Emmi," her name on his lips was like a benediction. "Dance with me!"

V. swept her up into his strong embrace, pressing her close to him. Closer than was proper.

"Mister V!" She admonished him and allowed some space between them. He tilted his head, breath brushing against her ear.

"I simply cannot help myself. Marry me and put me from this torment!" Emmi was shocked.

"This is much too sudden, Sir!"

V. felt such despair as the delicate flower broke free from his grasp, but he did not hold her, no. For to hold her tight would bruise the delicate flower and he could never do such a horrid thing. He watched Emmi leave, shattered, but resolved to woo his fair maiden until he could make her his.