I wrote only two pieces of this quite a few months ago. Chapter 1 is the first piece, the next won't come for quite some time since it's later on in the story. I'll try and keep a moderate posting rate on this, though I can't guarantee anything since my new job has me rather wanting to read or watch movies and not think too much.

Anyway this is obviously (as you most likely know) a Glitch/DG fanfic. Yes I call him Ambrose, that's his name. He has his entire brain (because I like happy things ). So I don't own any of the characters or places, blah, blah, blah that are in this story. I hope you enjoy my new fanfic.

I've edited this thing so if there are some errors you're finding, and it's making it hard for you to read, then you are way too nitpicky and should think about getting some medication for that. :P Be happy that I edited it at all.

The smell of ripe apples wafted through the air. Sun glistened off the waters of Fenaqua, making DG blink and turn away.

Her fingers wrapped around the rope of the swing as she gently pushed and pulled herself, feeling a slight breeze. She sighed. It was all so beautiful but it was a less than perfect day seeing as it was Tutor's day to train her in magic.

Tutor droned on, but to DG he might as well have been miles away, calling to her, for all that she could hear him as her mind wandered.

As she lifted her head to look about her, she caught sight of her mother strolling along the banks of the lake, Ambrose at her side talking quietly of some matter of the kingdom.

While she watched them, her eyes always on Ambrose, he looked over. DG's heart stopped for a moment and a breath caught in her throat when their eyes met. No more than a moment passed and Ambrose quickly looked away, continuing to talk to her mother.

"DG!" Tutor urged, his aged face coming into her vision. "Are you listening?"

"No, I'm sorry Tutor. I just can't concentrate today."

Tutor sighed, knowing that when she couldn't concentrate there was no forcing her. He stood from his seat and straightened his vest. "Well I guess that's it for today then. Tell your mother that it's not my fault you can't work your magic properly."

DG stood as well and smiled. "I wouldn't let her blame you. I know I'm not the best of students, but I promise I will practice." She reached her arms out and gave him a hug. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow then."

"The day after tomorrow," he replied as he hugged back and then made his way to the small castle.

That night at dinner DG merely pushed her food around on her plate, putting a bite into her mouth every few minutes. Halfway through the meal she suddenly stood up and excused herself.

In her room she lay on her bed, her face squished into the covers as she sighed heavily. Then a knock sounded at the door. Before DG could answer, the door opened and her mother entered.

Sitting up, DG saw that Ambrose and her father had come as well. She got off the bed and went to her mother.

"Sorry about dinner. I just wasn't hungry," she explained.

"It's alright dear, but that's not what I came to talk to you about."

"Is it about not doing very well with Tutor? I know I have a hard time concentrating but I'm getting better about it."

Her mother laughed and shook her head. "No, DG I came here to talk to you about something else."

"Something else?" She looked from her mother, to her father, and then to Ambrose, who blushed and quickly busied himself with looking at the ceiling.

"Yes. Well, you see, you're father and I aren't always going to be around and we've been talking about who was going to take our place once we're gone."

"Azkadellia, right?"

Her mother and father exchanged looks and then her father stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder. "We were thinking that you would take our place."

"What? But Az is older."

"We know that, DG but the truth is that the people wouldn't accept her after what happened."

"But that wasn't her! She was being possessed."

"Yes, of course she was but the people of the O.Z. won't understand. They'll refuse her and then there will be trouble for the both of you. Now, we've already talked about this with Az and she understands. She's happy for you."

For a moment DG still couldn't comprehend what was happening. She continued to look between her mother and father, as if they could explain it better.

Finally her mother smiled again and placed a hand on Ambrose's shoulder. He stopped looking at the ceiling to look at the queen, a serious, but quizzical look on his face.

"In order to prepare you for the role you will take on we have decided that Ambrose will be your tutor."

Both DG and Ambrose looked at the queen as if she had lost her mind. Then they looked at each other. Ambrose was, as always, the first to look away.

"He will tutor you in courtly etiquette, dancing, scholarly pursuits, and fighting," the queen explained.

"Fighting?" DG asked, confused.

"Yes. Magic alone cannot fix certain problems that arise. Ambrose will teach you some techniques he's learned that I know will come in handy if there should be a need."

"Your majesty, are you sure you want me to teach your daughter?" Ambrose asked quietly. "I-I don't think I am the best one for the job. I'm sure there are plenty of other, better-suited, individuals for this."

The queen turned to Ambrose and placed both her hands on his shoulders, looking him square in the eyes. "You are far too modest, Ambrose. I want you and you alone to teach my daughter how to be a queen. I know you will do well."

Ambrose's eyes flicked in DG's direction but her eyes were still on her mother.