A/N Loosely based off the Greek myth, 'Pygmalion and Galatea'. This first is just a bit of an intro, and later on we'll see the odd circumstances Wonka finds himself under that requires a bride, his mischievous solution, and ultimately, what goes very, very wrong.

Prologue

"Now Charlie, now that we are very sure-are we very sure?"

Charlie smiled as the chocolatier cocked his head in enquiry and nodded.

"Yes we're very sure."

"Right-now that we're very sure you are going to be my successor, I will now tell you the greatest secret of all chocolatiers."

Charlie continued smiling as the pink dragon boat zoomed down the chocolate river to some unknown location. He wasn't sure if Mr. Wonka was actually as serious as he was pretending to be or if it was another great show so he continued to smile.

"Don't you want to say, 'Oh Goody!' ?"

"Oh goody!"

Wonka smiled and made to pat Charlie's head, thought better of it, and wiped his glove on the front of his coat.

When they arrived to the secret destination, Charlie was quite surprised to see just a plain door. All the other rooms in the great Chocolate factory were fantastical, elaborate and dripping with imagine (not to mention sweets) but he saw before him a plain, wooden door.

"What's in there Mr. Wonka?"

"In here is the greatest secret to all chocolatiers, and now I will share it with you. All the greatest chocolatiers know of this secret. Lindt, Cadbury, that obscure fellow who first put liquor into chocolates, Hershey even. We all know."

Charlie realized just how serious Wonka was and was entranced. He stared excitedly at the door.

"What is it Mr. Wonka?"

In reply Wonka inserted a plain iron key into the door, unlocked it and then motioned for Charlie to open it. His palm sweating, Charlie turned the knob and eased the door open to set sight on the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Something to even rival Wonka's chocolate room.

"This, Charlie, is the Sugar Plum Faerie. She is the chocolatier's godess."

Charlie was awed. In the middle of the room a large portrait that glistened and twinkled was hung up on the wall. The faerie herself was beautiful, her skin seemed to have been spun sugar, her wings the finest threads of cotton candy, decorated with a rainbow of gumdrops and her dress stitched together with all the finest crinkly candy wrappers.

"But Mr. Wonka, she can't be real…"

And then Wonka said something so profound and wise that it shocked Charlie, who had expected nothing more than silliness from the eccentric genius behind the finest candy in the world.

"Does that matter Charlie, that she's real or that the candy she inspires is real?"

"So all the other chocolatiers know?"

Wonka nodded. Then he leaned closer to Charlie and whispered conspiratorially in his ear.

"I know you wonder this, why is my candy more dandy than theirs?"

Wonka paused for a moment, checking to see no one was there.

"That's because Charlie…I'm the only one who has dreams of her."

A/N Please R/R!