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“My darling!” Alexandra greeted her daughter with her usual warm tones, pulling Ella into a hug, the older blonde smiled at her daughter.

      Molly had met royalty before-- had even lived with them-- but the months in Haggard’s chilly castle, helping Lír with love poetry, those felt like they didn’t count. They had been king and prince, but it wasn’t the same! There was no royal court, no jesters, no laughter and liveliness in those halls. 

      Now, Schmendrick was known as a powerful magician, and he had been summoned to France, for the king had heard of him and wished to see his magic firsthand. Wherever Schmendrick went, Molly went too, and she explored the hallways of the castle whenever she had spare time. (What a strange feeling, to not be put to work!) 

      The last thing the tiny fireball of a woman had expected, of course, was to run into Cindarella. She knew of her existence here, naturally, but hadn’t planned on running into a princess famed for such beauty. Not while Molly stood here with messy hair and filthy, bare feet. 

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    Ella exhaled a sigh of relief and she took her sister’s hands in her own. ❝ Thank you… ❞ She wrapped her arms around her in a hug before widening her eyes. ❝ Oh, I have so much to catch you up on. Please, you must come with me and I’ll show you around the palace. ❞

   The unicorn wandered over to the girl, of course expecting to be seen. Who would come to her wood other than someone seeking her out? The wood revealed to all that a unicorn lived there, with its ever spring magic, the animals that knew of hunters before they arrived, the ponds still enough to see reflections in. 

   Had it been a long time since her last visitor? Time seemed to pass so strangely to the unicorn, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly. She often had little need to track the passage of the years -- what was the point? It passed and it would continue to pass forever, why even bother herself with it?

        ❝    if  you’re  to  look  that  sad whilst looking at me  ,  o’ future  queen  ,  the  prince  might  suspect  something  —      ❞     hans interrupts without looking up from his book . the marriage has been over with for two months now . most guests have dispersed like flock around the dock . ships coming , but mostly going . it’s torturous how he’s still here . but - he’s been a friend of the prince since they were small . it’s only understandable why father hasn’t mind that they stay there for another few months . the traitorous prince could only sigh .

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. That was all he had heard from the moment he passed the blonde. Glass shoes were clearly a gift in her eyes but to his ears he found no comfort in them. A single claw tapped against a wooden table, echoing throughout the room as he did his best to keep his temper under control.

Kit held his wife’s hand and tried to smile through his tears. He could not believe that he was living through this again, and so soon. His father’s illness and passing was too fresh in his mind. He wondered if the sickness that took his father was the same one that had taken hold of his wife. He had to be brave for her. The doctors had warned him she may not be with them much longer, but he was determined to make every moment count.