100 Sailor Moon Stories

003. Making History (Beryl)

Upbeat, skipping steps echoed through the halls of the Golden Kingdom palace as Beryl navigated her way to the courtyard. Though she bounced happily with each stride she was careful not to tip her tray of tea and sweets she’d so carefully prepared for her prince. He’d told her once, as she served him dessert one evening after a banquet, how much he loved chocolate, and she’d practiced and prepared dozens of recipes using the sweet ingredient ever since. Finally, this was the perfect result of all her work, and her heart fluttered when she imagined Endymion taking the first bite of her perfectly-prepared molten chocolate cake.

“Oh, Beryl…” she imagined him moaning, those sky-blue eyes rolling back as they closed in pleasure as he took the time to taste the chocolate on his tongue. He would be silent for a moment, eyes remaining closed, fork hovering just before his perfect lips as he chewed...

Oh, how she would want to lick the remains of the cake off that fork. Then his lips, and…

Beryl sighed and felt her heart surge at the daydream as her skipping slowed to a wistful glide down the final turn before the court yard.

When he would finally swallow that first bite and go in for the next, he wouldn’t be able to. His love for her and the effort she’d put into the dish would be enough for him to scoop her up into his strong arms, twirl her around, and ask her to be his queen.

No… he wouldn’t just ask, she decided. He would plead.

Beryl took a deep breath just before the arching doorway, then stepped into the cool spring air. She was momentarily blinded by the bright sun after emerging from the dark castle and squinted through the pain as she scanned the gardens for Endymion.

He wasn’t alone.

Her ears heard the scene before her eyes settled upon it: a giggling Princess Serenity from the Moon Kingdom, followed by the deeper laugh of the man she so desperately wanted to bring that same sound out of herself.

The soft smacking noise of the kiss that followed almost made Beryl drop her tray and send her offering plummeting toward the ground, but her hands shook as she managed to grip the thing tighter instead.

Tears stung her eyes as time seemed to slow and she considered her next move. Should she run back inside? Interrupt them? Rip Serenity’s buns from her head by the roots?

Kill her, a voice inside her own mind urged. It didn’t sound unlike her own voice, yet she knew it was someone else’s.

In plain sight of the two forbidden lovers yet still unseen, Beryl focused on her thoughts. How? Even inside her mind she sounded only too eager.

The sun seemed to get brighter when the voice spoke back, sounding calm, calculated, and logical. However you have to… and I will help you. No one will have the prince but you.

An intense rush of energy seemed to course through Beryl then, and suddenly she felt like she could take on the world, the Princess, her guardians, all of Silver Millenium… and bring all of civilization to its knees.

A wicked smirk appeared on the woman’s face as the tray clamored to the ground and caused the prince and princess to finally notice her, the pair springing apart with flushed faces as they turned to see who joined them.

“I’ll finally have you, Endymion…”