A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfiction and I hope you all like it! Uhm...Not much else to say so...Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"...We mourn and honour the late Queen Titania of Faerie. An honest queen, and loving mother of Robin and Mustardseed Goodfellow, an ageless, ethereal beauty that shall never be forgotten..." The Prime Minister of Faerie carried on with his long speech. He was a thin and frail old man, with dull brown eyes and wisping grey hair that poked out underneath his large and gaudy hat, he was adorned in heavy looking purple robes, embroidered with rich gold.
Sabrina studied the intricate designs in the castle's ceiling. Small, cherubic babies lay on clouds with roses and pale blue skies. Thin gold lines ran along the ceiling, connecting different important-looking Faeries, their beauty surreal. Sabrina blew at the blonde curl in her face that was tickling her nose and making her want to sneeze, it waved in her wind and eventually obediently fell back in place with the other tendrils on the side of her face.
She didn't want to admit that she was bored, for this was Puck's mother's funeral, and he was...a...friend of hers, not exactly a sworn enemy anymore, they'd become more civil to each other now that they were eighteen. So Sabrina suppressed her yawns and crossed her legs in a lady-like style as she put her hands in her lap and acted as if she were intently listening to the Minister's oration.
"...She was a great woman, graceful with everything she did, and very passionate about her kingdom, she loved her people."
Sabrina felt Puck snort lightly next to her, she turned her head and looked at him scoldingly, he gave her a hard look in return.
"We will now have the King of Faerie say a few words. Your Highness?" The Prime Minister looked toward Mustardseed, who was a few seats away from his brother. He stood and the Prime Minister stepped down. If Sabrina didn't know any better, she'd think the old man looked relieved to finally sit down and stop telling lies about Titania.
Mustardseed spoke fondly of his mother, complimenting her ruling and motherly compassion. It was very emotional and heartfelt, almost the opposite of what Puck would've said because he was the son that got to stay. Everyone was nearly in tears at the end, and even Sabrina felt a pang of guilt for not caring about Titania's death.
A large woman was blowing her nose in a tissue and stepping up to the podium when suddenly, the large, heavy oak doors swung open and a small girl ran in, but at one half glance you could tell she wasn't necessarily invited.
"You're all liars!" She shouted, running down the aisle in her tatted rags, her face was decorated with dirt, and her hair, which took dirty blonde a little too literally, tumbled down her shoulders in a wild, untamed mess.
The woman at the podium looked shocked, as did everyone else. "Who let this filthy ragamuffin into the castle!?" She roared, her tissue and supposed heart-broken tears evaporated into thin air.
"Titania was a wretched queen!" The girl yelled, " The whole stupid royal family are wretched liars!"
"Guards." The Prime Minister called in a bored voice, "Guards." He almost sounded like he was singing while yawning. Two large fairies came and met the girl halfway down the aisle, grabbing her arms tightly and twisting her around so she was heading back toward the door. The girl continued to kick and scream, and bite and scratch. Sabrina's eyes were wide with confusion and Daphne's were spilling over with sympathy.
"They killed my father! They killed an innocent man!" She kept shouting over her shoulder and fought hard to be released, but to no avail. One guard clamped his hand over her mouth and she quieted down for a second, but then muffled words were heard through his fingers as she was carried out of the room.
The stunned guests sat in complete stillness for a moment, but then the Prime Minister's old voice cut through the puzzled silence.
"No need to worry, dear people of Faerie." He said, "She will be taken care of."
When no one still moved, he waved his hand, "Carry on."
It wasn't a suggestion.
"Who was she?" Puck asked his brother after the funeral in the Great Hall, while the guests picked at hors d'oeuvres and sipped on champagne, solemly mumbling their sympathies to Puck and Mustardseed and looking quizzically at Sabrina and Daphne.
"I'm afraid I don't know." Mustardseed frowned. "She did look a little familiar though."
"Didn't she?" Puck exclaimed quietly.
"Have we ever seen her before?" Mustardseed questioned, going to run his fingers through his hair, but stopping when he realized his normally curly hair was slicked back so he looked at least twenty years older. From the look on his face, you could tell it wasn't his idea.
"I don't think so." Puck shrugged, "Maybe she just looks like Grimm."
Sabrina resented that, "Just because she had blonde hair doesn't mean she looks like me, Puck."
Puck scowled, "Well, she was just as dirty."
"Freak."
"Wartbreath."
"Frogface."
"I hate to interrupt." Daphne said, "But I don't think this is the place for one of you guys' lovers spats."
"We're not-"
Sabrina shook her head and shushed Puck as an elegant woman came up to them, she looked about middle aged, with a pretty shade of chestnut brown hair pulled tightly back into a bun, and pale blue eyes and high cheekbones, she had an intimidating kind of beauty that made one want to both stare and quickly look away.
"I am sorry for your loss." Her blood red lips moved swiftly as she offered a small, sorrowful smile. Puck and Mustardseed bowed their heads and then returned her sorry smile, more Mustardseed than his brother.
"I am Lady Trillitine, you do not remember me." The woman continued, "But I am deeply sorry."
Puck had an 'You said that already' look on his face, and Mustardseed just nodded again, but Sabrina caught the small clip in the woman's voice, and the look on the Lady Trillitine face, the mysterious flash in her eyes.
"Thank you." Mustardseed said as the woman smiled one last time and glided away just as gracefully as she'd came. Sabrina's brow furrowed in curiousity as she watched the woman vanish among the other faeries.
"Who was she?" Sabrina asked.
"Lady Trillitine." Puck said to her as if she were stupid, or hard of hearing. Sabrina glared at him in return.
"I meant." She snapped, "Who is she, specifically." Sabrina turned to Mustardseed, "How do you know her?" She asked him.
"I don't, actually." Mustardseed shrugged slightly and went to run his fingers through his hair again, but was met with the same results as the last time. "I've seen her around a few times, with my mother, but I don't actually know who she is." He finally put his hands in his pockets, "Or what she does."
"Oh." Sabrina tried to find the woman in the throng of Faeries, but only succeded in hurting her eyes from all the beauty.
"I really am sorry for your loss, Mustardseed." Daphne piped up sincerely. Sabrina quickly looked at Puck, who's slanted eyes dared her to try console him, she then just as quickly looked to the floor.
Well, she'd tried.
"Thank you, Daphne." He replied with a smile, "But I've known for a while she was going to age herself and move on, the whole castle has."
"So you're not sad?"
"I think prepared is a better word."
Daphne nodded in understanding, her eyes wide and hanging on to every word he said, Sabrina wanted to roll her eyes at her sister's blatant infatuation with the King, she discreetly elbowed her sister in the ribs and Daphne pinched her in return.
"My condolences, young King." A deep, rumbling voice sounded from behind them and they all turned. "And to you, Robin."
"Thank you, Delfloro." Mustardseed said graciously as they turned, though his smile looked a little tight. Puck peered at the large man with blatant confusion and Delforo laughed in return, it was a dark sound, like an earthquake was caught in his throat.
"You probably don't remember me, Robin, but I did business with your parents, and with your brother now." He smiled and showed two rows of perfect white teeth underneath his neatly trimmed black moustache that curled at the edges, to Sabrina, he looked like a pirate, and, knowing about Everafters and all, he could've very well been one.
"This is Sabrina and Daphne Grimm, close friends of ours." Mustardseed introduced the girls, "Veronica Grimm's daughters."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Sabrina said politely, Daphne nodded in agreement.
Delfloro smiled once again, a wide, delighted smile. "Lord Delfloro, the pleasure is all mine." He said, grabbing Daphne's hand first with ring clad fingers, then he let go and took hold of Sabrina's, his hand lingered a second longer and then dropped back to his side, his palms were rough and cold.
"Very lovely indeed." He continued, "Sebastian will be thrilled to meet the two of you. Won't he, your Majesty?"
"He will." Mustardseed agreed evenly.
"Well, then, let me not disturb you any longer, good day." Delfloro nodded goodbye to all of them and moved on to the champagne table, where he proceeded to take four flutes.
"Sebastian?" Sabrina asked.
"His son, he's a friend of mine." Mustardseed explained.
"Gotcha."
The scene was very drab and tense, divided by people who knew Titania, and people who really knew Titania. Everyone was in some form of purple, whether it was a custom in Faerie or something tailored to Titania Sabrina didn't know. Her own deep purple satin suit contrasted Daphne's pretty violet dress that had dark purple roses embroidered across the bust and a black net around the skirt.
Sabrina wasn't going to tell her sister yet, in fear her head would explode. But she had caught Mustardseed's eyes wandering to Daphne every minute or so during the funeral, and rightfully so, he hadn't seen her since she was about nine and she had definitely grown since then.
Mustardseed checked his watch, "Well I'm regretful to say I must go, but I will be seeing you guys around." He said, and put on a face of regret as he waved goodbye and began to make his way through the crowd.
"Could he be more perfect?" Daphne gushed in a whisper to her sister as the two ditched Puck to himself and began to leave the hall, Sabrina gave her a half-hearted smile as her mind drifted towards Lady Trillitine and her odd consolation.
"He's great, Daph." Sabrina replied distractedly. "Hey Daph?"
"Yeah?"
"Who do you think that girl was?" Everyone else seemed to have ignored the dirty, screaming girl's presence, or no one discussed the intruder aloud, anyways.
Daphne shrugged, her dainty shoulders moving up and down, "I dunno, but do you really think Titania killed her father?" She replied quietly, failing to mention that the girl had declared that the entire royal family had supposedly killed an innocent man, a family Mustardseed and Puck were apart of.
"Probably."
Suddenly a large, dark figure loomed in front of the girls. Sabrina stopped short and Daphne gasped and stumbled back.
"Pardon me." Lord Delfloro's grumbling voice echoed in Sabrina's ears. Daphne still had her hand over her chest, her eyelids fluttering in surprise.
"Lord Delfloro, you scared us." Daphne said with a weak smile, Sabrina crossed her arms suspicously after she regulated her heartbeat from the start it'd gotten.
"I mean you no harm." He reassured them, though his voice was the farthest thing from reassuring. "I was just passing through and happen to overhear your conversation." His moustache curled as he spoke, "Such pretty ladies shouldn't discuss such ugly things."
And then he was gone, off in the other direction back towards the Great Hall.
"Well he seems nice." Daphne said sarcastically as the two made their way to their room, seven-hundren and fourty six rooms in the castle of Faerie, and the sisters had decided to share one without any hesitation.
"Quite the charming gentleman."
"Really."
They shut the door once they'd found their room, they'd gotten lost multiple times when they'd first arrived three days ago, and they still weren't sure if they were in the exact room they had first been placed in.
"But did you see how sad Mustardseed look when he was talking about his mom? Didn't it just tug at your heart strings, how sincere he sounded? And when..." Daphne rambled on as she unpinned her hair and walked into the bathroom.
Sabrina laid on her bed, annoyed that the unnamed girl wouldn't leave her mind. At least Daphne had Mustardseed to distract her each and every thought, but who was she supposed to think of? Puck?
"As if." Sabrina muttered.
"What was that?" Daphne called from the bathroom, the sound of water rushing was heard as she turned on the shower.
"Nothing, Mustardseed's hair looked nice." Sabrina called back absent-mindedly.
That's all it took to get Daphne started up again, "Didn't it? Well, anything would look nice on him, anything that goes with those gorgeous blue eyes..."
It was going to kill Sabrina if she didn't find out what that damn girl was making a racket about back at the funeral, she got up from the bed and stepped out of her suit. She pulled her hair in a pony tail and opened her drawer so she could pull out jeans and a sweater.
She was a fairy-tale detective, and right now she was in Faerie, what better place to detect?
"Hey Daph?" Sabrina said as she pulled on the cotton blue sweater Granny Relda had made for her back home and worn jeans. She felt more comfortable in her normal clothes, unlike in the custom made Faerie wear, while it was nice and all, it wasn't Sabrina.
"Yes?" Daphne sang, her mind still on Mustardseed, she was going to stay that way until she got hungry. When Daphne was hungry nothing was on her mind but food.
"I'll be back."
"Alrighty!"
Sabrina was going to find out what that girl was talking about.
Now all I have to do is find out where said girl is, She thought. If she's even still alive.
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