Hellfire

Authors Note: Too much Disney and a dark corner of my mind got together and made this…. Yeah I scare myself sometimes. I don't own anything.

1. Of Avalon

The lord sipped his wine and watched out of the corner of his eye as the prince motioned his servant to refill his wine. The boy was dressed ridiculously and didn't look too happy about it. A large feather fell in front of his face as he leaned over to refill the prince's goblet. The lord could not hear what the two spoke to each other about as the servant poured the prince's wine but whatever it was seemed to amuse the prince for he smiled slyly as his servant returned once again to the spot on the wall he had been leaning against before. He smiled at someone across the room and the lord's eyes darted to find the subject of the servant's attention. A pretty girl across the room grinned and rolled her eyes at the boy. She was Lady Morgana's servant if the lord remembered correctly. His eyes darted back to the boy.

He was quite unusual looking, highly out of place among the plain men and women who served as he did. Though he was one of the only ones dressed in the official tunic, and most certainly the only one with that ridiculous hat, it was not his attire that set him apart. It was the aura that seemed to surround him. He exuded confidence and charm. He seemed to make friends in seconds with only a smile the lord mused as even his own servants paused to speak to this boy. He had trained his servants to hold themselves above other servants, not those of royalty of course but those who served more minor lords than him. But this boy had the same strange effect on them that he had on everyone.

But his face was by far his most interesting feature. The hair that was visible under the ridiculous hat was the color of raven's feathers. By contrast his skin was the color of pure new fallen snow, so pale as to put a white dove to shame. His features were chiseled as if by a master sculptor. He had eyes set the perfect distance apart beneath arching eyebrows that added a sense of intelligence to beauty. The edge to his cheekbones rivaled the edge of the sharpest sword and his slightly overlarge ears gave him an air of childlike innocence. But none of these were what drew his attention first to this serving boy.

No it had been his eyes. This particular lord appreciated the finer things in life. He surrounded himself with only the most beautiful of trinkets and treasures as such he had seen gems of the purest quality, from diamonds all the way to the rarest Lapis Lazuli. That particular stone was his favorite, the bluest blue with deep set veins of gold. But next to this mere servants eyes the brightest of these stones may as well have been a speck of dirt.

His smile highlighted a mouth the lord swore was shaped by the gods. It was cheeky and a perfect shade of pink. The lord appreciated beauty when he saw it, and he saw it now. This simple servant looked less like he belonged in a stable cleaning up after horses and more like he belonged in a bower of roses with fairies to serve his every beck and call. He seemed to belong more to Avalon than this mortal world.

The lord sipped his wine again as the boy struck up a conversation with one of the other servants. Perhaps he was a changeling, sent by the fey to be raised by mortals. No, he was far too beautiful to be a simple fey. He was stunning enough to be an immortal elf prince of Avalon. Yet here he was, looks and charm of an immortal royal, serving as an underling in Camelot. The lord kept an eye on this elfin servant all night. That was until the prince excused himself and was followed by the beautiful servant. This annoyed the lord. He liked beautiful things and did not like having them taken from him. He was a poet but he was also a selfish man. When he found something beautiful he wanted it. When he wanted it he took it, consequences be damned. He would have this piece of art as well.