"You've recieved another leter" Dederan said as she walked threw the gardens blooming spectacullay in the night. "From Chaotica?" Arachnia asked smiling. "No actually it's from Orsorty" Dederan replied and Arachnia stopped smiling."And I thought Chaotica was pompus" Dederan mumered to herself. "What was that?" Archnia asked. "Nothing" "You don't like Chaotica?" "He's just not who I'd have envisioned you with." "I asked if you liked him" Arachnia said as she wrote 'Return to sender' on the evelop Dederan had handed her, before handing it back. "Is there anyway I can get out of-" "No. Now answer the question." "The question?" "The question! Do you like Chaotica?" "I know you have impeccable taste-" "Do.You.Like.Ch-oa-ti-ca?!" Dederan paused slightly and then squated next to her queen "Since you asked, I think he's beneath you," seeing Arachnias' eyes widen Dederan rushed onward "It's not that he isn't a Spider Person, or that you could do-and deserve alot better. It's just that he dosen't seem your type." "Not my type?" Arachnia said to Dederan was shook her head. "I wasn't aware I had a type." "Oh you do. A man who loves you and respects you" "Chaotica loves and respects me." "A man who won't treat you like fragile glass, a man who knows you are a strond woman and a capable queen." "Again; Chaotica knows that." Dederan stood and walked away from Arachnia, then passed to and fro. "Sure he's feared and respected, but that's because of his death ray. How well would he be feared and respected without it?" Dederan hurrid back over to her queen and once again squatted down beside her. "What if he's useing you for prestgue?-Not that any man wouldn't be honored to have you at his side, but they don't reconize your genius." Arachnia stood and walked to the foutain. Opening the satchel she always kept with her she removed an evelop that was worn from obvious handeling. "Read this" she commanded as she handed it to Dederan. "What is it?" Dedran asked as she took it, Arachnia said nothing and turned back to her original spot near her moonflowers. Dedran removed the letter and begain to read:

Dearest Heart,

Forgive my forwardness, but you do have and are my heart. I have long heard stories of the spider poeple and their Royal family...this may come late but you have my deepest condolance for your parent and brother. Forgive me if I have caused you pain, the thought of you suffering in anyway is like a hot knife to my body. Your happiness means everything to me.

The first time I heard your name it sounded to me like an exotic perfume the ancients would use to put men into erotic stupers to control their evry thought to the point that they would brave the harshest, deadliest task for just a whif of the elixer that can lead them into paradise. I am unashamed to say I covet that frangrance. The elixer to paradise. You.

As a reigning ruler of the cosmos I understand that you cherish those moments of peace were you can remember that you to are a person with feelings. I selfishly ask that you allow my coraspondenceses to you to be apart of those moments.

Post Script,

As a toaken of my affections please except the bringer of this message as a gift. I understand you adore music, Ploke is a expert at all instruments-atleast all know to me.

Dederan placed the letter back into the evelope and handed it back to her queen."That was the first letter he wrote you?" Arachnia nodded then looked at Dederan. "For the first time a man referred to me as an equil, and a person. I decidede then to continue to read his letters. Dederan smiled sheepishly. Arachnia stood and walked back into the palace, and to her "thrown". "Ploke, come forward" she commanded. The servent stepped forward and bowed infront of arachnia. Slowly she removed her left earing and placed it into his hands. The messenger bowed again and left knowing from repition that her was to take it to Chaotica, who would bribe him to learn of it's relation to Arachnia. The servent smiled, he'd made quiet alot from delivering objects from the queen to Chaotica. Nine days later...The Castle of Doom. Chaotica sat on his thrown, staring at the small vial of 'perfume' Arachnia had sent him a year ago. It was on of her few gifts to him, he smiled. The woman he loved was a woman of extrodonary intellect and creativity, but very little words. And one day she would be his. She would bear his sons, and his sons will one day reign all the cosmos superiem, while in his retired old age he would share hasseless days in the company of his wife and queen, Arachnia. Chaotica shivered at the very thought of her name. "One day she will be by my side-" "Your highness" Chaotica was jolted out of his thoughts by his top general. Furiously he stepped tword him "You know the penealty of interupting me!!!" The general coward slightly. "Yes you highness, however I thought this would be an interuption you'd want," he said hurridly "Queen Arachnia's personal messenger is here sir." "Well send him in!!!" Chaotica demanded, then waited as his general scurrid to the door. "His highness will see him." The general said pompusly. The messenger, the 'gift' Chaotica had sent Arachnia all those years ago. Chaotica was pleased she used her gift as her personal mesenger, and Ploke had done well for himself. Slowly he stepped forward and extended his hand to drop the gem into Chaotica's waiting and egar hands. Chaotica examined it, "Her earing?" he asked. "Yes your highness," Ploke replied feeling a amusment that a man that controled the cosmos most powerful wheapon could be so eager to accept an earing. Also Ploke felt pleasure for he knew he would gain monatarally for what would come next. "Tell me!" Chaotica demanded, Ploke knew what he meant. "The earing you hold is of the set always worn by the queen." "She still wears the other?" "Yes, as I heard she had her right ear pierced threw with another whole so that she could wear the other earing in it, and still wear other pairs of earings. It is said she always slept wearing that pair of earings one of wich you now hold." Ploke wacthed as Chaoatica cloesed his eyes and kissed the stone. Chaotica turned before he spoke next "Wait in a guest chamber as I prepare a gift for your Queen. Before you leave to deliver it, you will be rewarded for your Promtness." Ploke bowed and left the room, he knew he would recieve a great reward and while he was here he'd be given the best of everything. Cloths, food from Chaotica's own table while the love sick doctor plied him for infromation from how Arachnia looked when he'd last seen her to what she'd eaten the morning she'd sent him with her gift; and he would also have the finest of women. The same women who'd never have looked twice at him when he was a slave of Chaotica! Ploke hoped Arachnia and Chaotica's 'courtship' continued for years to come.