Pan's Labyrinth Fan Fiction ❯ The Faun and his Princess ❯ Chapter 1

“Faun.”

 

“Mmm?”

 

It had been a long time since Princess Moanna had returned to her kingdom. How long, she no longer knew; time wasn't measured here. All but a few of her memories from the surface had faded, and she was left with fragments of a past that had never really been hers. She discovered the kindness of her people, the feeling of ruling a kingdom, the wonder of talking with fairies… and most importantly, she had discovered her love for the faun. For some time now she had debated over telling him her feelings, though something about the glint in his eyes made her think he already knew.

 

“I have something to tell you.” She paused for a length of time. When she didn't speak, the faun finally broke the silence.

 

“Yes, your highness?”

 

“I've been thinking about something for a while…”

 

He stayed silent, his face blank and unexpressive, though Moanna thought she could see the hint of a smile on his wood-like lips.

 

“I…” Her breath caught in her throat and she was silent for some time until she finally pushed herself to speak. “I think I love you.” Taking in a quiet breath, she knew this was the time and it was now or never. With a shuddering inhale, she stood to meet him and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him into a soft, anxious hug.

 

He didn't respond, and she could feel a wave of despair crashing over her. She wanted to run out of the room, but this was her bedchamber, and she could no more run than she could ask him to leave. Just as she began to pull away, his arms caught hers and he gently and carefully pulled her back into a hug, so soft that she knew he was giving her the choice to break it if she desired. She could feel his soft breath on her; it smelled woodsy and sweet, like moss and pine and delicate flowers. “I have always loved you, your highness.” His low voice was something of a purr, and she blushed deeply, clutching herself to him. He gently broke the caress and crouched down to meet her eye to eye. “That is what you wished to tell me?”

 

“Yes…” She answered firmly, after a short pause.

 

“Is that all, your highness?”

 

She blushed again. “No…” Her arms wrapped around his earthy frame. “Don't call me highness, please.”

 

“No? How about Princess?”

 

“I suppose that's a little better.”

 

“And…”

 

He waited for her to continue.

 

“Will you…kiss me?” She stuttered a bit, her voice shy and quiet, her head ducked down.

 

The faun gently took her chin in his long-fingered hand and looked her in the eye after bringing her chin up gently. “You are sure, my Princess?” She nodded in response to his inquiry, her heart fluttering at his use of the word “my” as he gently took her small frame into his arms, cradling her as though she was a delicate porcelain doll. Moanna could feel her heart thudding in her breast, the blood rushing through her veins and making her slightly dizzy as he softly stroked her silk-like black hair and lowered his lips to hers. He paused, uncertain, his sweet breath brushing her lips and making her shiver gently in his arms. She looked up at him with her bright eyes, pleading silently, and he tightened his resolve.

 

With a gentle firmness, the faun pressed his ancient lips to her younger ones. She let out a soft gasp and her arms tightened around his neck, drawing him deeper into the kiss. He released a soft sigh against her parted lips and his eyes closed slowly after hers, drinking in the sight of the princess opening herself so fully to him. “I love you…” She murmured into his mouth. He sighed again, a happy, relieved sound, and slowly broke their kiss.