The Princess and the Trickster

Granny Relda sat by my bed, casting me a concerned look. She patted my leg just as Puck entered. He sat right next to me and grinned, though his eyes seemed to hold concerned. "You don't look so good, Sabrina. Though, you never do," he added. I shot him a cold look right before I sneezed. I hate colds. They make me cranky and irritable, but worse of all, they make me weak and tired. I despise feeling that way.

"How are you feeling, libeling?" Granny asked gently.

"I feel fine!" I snapped continuing to glare at a now uncomfortable looking Puck.

Granny felt my forehead. "You're still burning up. Did you take the medicine?" she questioned.

"Yes, Granny, I did," I answered.

"Try to get some sleep," Granny said.

"I can't sleep," I muttered. When I get colds, I have odd dreams. Last time I had one where Elvis was dressed in a tux and he talked! The crazy thing was that he was a pastor for my wedding to PUCK!

Granny surprised me by smiling. "I know exactly what to do! Your father was the same way when he got sick. When he couldn't sleep, I told him a story and he dozed of immediately." I stared at her.

"Granny, in case you haven't noticed, I'm seventeen," I said bluntly.

"Does it matter?"She asked.

"Well…"my voice trailed off.

"Okay, let's hear it," Puck said. He stretched out right next to me, on mybed. I blushed furiously. Granny gave Puck a look but began with her story. Granny Relda was an amazing storyteller, but then again, she was a Grimm. All Grimms were excellent storytellers.

"The story goes that hundreds of years ago, a beautiful princess was wandering in her garden, when she saw a young man…" Granny Relda's voice drifted off as I fell asleep surprisingly fast.


* * * * *

I woke up in a gorgeous room. There was a canopy bed with a silk tapestry on the wall, depicting a lion roaring. The room was huge! A ginourmous mirror was on the opposite wall. There was also a massive bookcase beside it filled with tons of books. Where am I? I thought. This was definitely not my room.

I crawled out of the massive bed. It was bigger than two king sized beds put together. When I stepped on the cobalt colored carpet, I noticed my attire. I wore a thin blue nightdress, which was evidently made of silk. My dream is so strange.

I was about to leave my bedroom when a young woman rushed in. She had mousy brown hair and light brown eyes. There was something weird about her. She wore a simple brown dress. She noticed me and said, "You're awake, Your Highness! King Henry has asked for you. He said it's urgent."

"Who are you?" I asked, confused.

The woman gave me a strange look. "I'm your lady-in-waiting, Emmy."

"Oh yeah!"I pretended to recognize her. "I didn't notice you for a moment."

Emmy frowned slightly. "Yes, Princess."

"Princess?" I asked. I'm a princess?

"Yes. You're Princess Sabrina. Are you feeling alright, Princess?" She asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine. Who wanted to speak with me?" I asked.

"Your father, King Henry," she answered.

"Daddy?" I asked in bewilderment. She nodded. Before I could even take a few steps towards the door, Emmy blocked it.

"Princess, do you need to change?" she asked.

"Why?" I questioned.

"You are still in your night gown. Let me help you change," she took a step forward.

"No, I can do it myself," I said quickly. I haven't had help getting dressed since I was four.

Emmy gave me a startled look. "I will go tell King Henry that you will see him momentarily." She left the room, glancing at me every few steps.

I rushed to my closet and pulled open the door. Even the closet was huge. It was filled with hundreds of beautiful dresses. I looked though them and chose a simple sapphire blue dress with long flowing sleeves. I think I should have asked Emmy for help because it was harder than I thought getting into that dress. Once in it, I went outside and examined myself in the mirror. Not to seem narcissistic, but I looked very nice. My long, blonde hair flowed down my back and the gown complemented my skin, though it was uncomfortable and heavy. Why did people wear these dresses if they were so uncomfortable? I spotted something glittering on my nightstand. I turned around and walked over to it. The glittering object was a beautiful crown. It wasn't so big that it was flashy. It was simple. There was a note beside it.

Wear your crown, Sabrina. I know that you may not like it but it shows your status. – Queen Veronica

Mom was queen? Well it figured. After all, dad was the king. I took the crown and placed it on my head. No wander I didn't like it. It may have looked light, but it was pretty heavy. I pulled on some baby blue flats from inside the closet. They were surprisingly comfy.

I hurried out of the room and down a marble staircase. Then I remembered that I had no idea where I was going. I stopped in a massive entrance hall with a ceiling so high that I couldn't even see the painted glass above. The ground was made entirely of white marble as were the walls, which made the hall slightly chilly, even on such a warm summer day.

"There you are, sweetie," a warm, familiar voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw my dad striding up to me.

"Hi, Daddy!" I said cheerfully.

"I'd like to speak with you, sweetie," he said. There was something in his eyes, something that he was trying to conceal. What could he possibly be hiding from me?

"Come with me. " He walked into a room that was across the hall. This room was smaller than the hall, but it was still massive. There were tables on either side of room. It must be the dining hall.

Mom was sitting on a large throne in the far end of the room. There was another throne next to it. It was probably for dad. My assumption was proven correct when he sat there. I stood in front of them, feeling like I was on trial for some wrongdoing.

"I see that you are wearing your crown. Good," mom said.

"Um…why did you want to see me?"I asked tentatively. They were staring at me in an unsettling way. It was like they were trying to figure out a puzzle.

"Do you know the other kingdom beside us?" he asked.

"The one with the fairy king?" I questioned.

"Yes," he said, "King Oberon and I are very close friends. Do you know he has a son named Robin Goodfellow, otherwise known as Puck?"

"How can I forget?" I grumbled. He was the most annoying and infuriating boy ever! Last time I saw him in Yea Old Bookstore, we had a row so bad, the manager was quaking in his boots. It ended with both of us being dragged out by our fathers.

"Well…"mom said, hesitating, "we talked to King Oberon and he told us that it's time for you two to get married." She said this in such a rush that it was difficult for me to understand it at first. However, it sunk in after another second. I gasped.

"No," I whispered. No way.

"Yes. I quite agree with him," dad said.

"NO WAY!" I screamed. "I REFUSE!"

"It's not your decision to make," dad said. "You both are seventeen years old and it's time for you to get married."

"Not my decision?! You're not the one getting married to-to-to that thing! You can't even call him a thing! He's a disgrace to things everywhere!" I exclaimed.

Mom frowned at me. "It's disrespectful for you to talk that way."

"I'm disrespectful? Have you ever seen him?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, and I think he's a charming boy," mom said.

I stared at her. My mom had officially gone insane. Hello, asylum? You need to pick up a patient. "Mom, have you recently suffered a head injury or something?" Mom frowned at me. "Because there is no way that I will marry him!"

Dad calmly stared at me. "You will do as you're told."

"Daddy, please!" I begged.

"Sorry, darling. The decision is made," he said gently.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you will love him for sure. Trust me," mom said. She grinned slyly and tilted her head to dad for some reason. I didn't care what she was trying to tell me. I furiously stomped out of the dining hall. Right before I left the castle, Mom yelled, "He's coming over!"

Yes. I couldn't wait until he came. Then, he'll mysteriously disappear and I won't have to get married! Nobody will ever know what happened… I rushed into the garden. I was too busy with my evil plan to realize that I should have watched where I was going, until I ran into someone. We both toppled onto the ground.

"Watch where you're going!" the person muttered. That voice. It seemed so familiar and sent a jolt through my body. Please don't let it be him. Please don't let it be him! I thought repeatedly. I we met each others' eyes at the same time. His lush green eyes bore into mine.

"You!" we shouted at the same time. We both bolted up. "What are you doing here?" I shouted.

Puck glared at me. "My father made me come," he growled.

"I can't believe you'd dare to come here!" I yelled.

"It's not my fault that we have to get married!" He shouted. I looked around, making sure we weren't being watched, and then pulled him into the garden maze. I dragged him deeper into the maze until we came to a dead end.

"You should have tried to convince your dad to cancel the engagement!" I hissed, pulling him closer.

"I did! I threw the biggest tantrum ever and he still refused to cancel it!" he replied, moving even closer to me. "You should have tried convincing your parents!"

"I begged and pleaded and they still didn't budge!" I fumed, glaring up at him. We were practically nose to nose, except we couldn't be because he was four of five inches taller than me.

I stared into his beautiful eyes and suddenly realized how close we were. Before I could move, Emmy appeared beside us. She froze when she noticed us. "S-sorry for intruding but the Former Queen, Relda, needs to see you." She quickly scurried away, no doubt going to tell dad what she saw. I blushed and pushed Puck away.

I rushed after Emmy but she seemed to have disappeared. Puck ran after me. "What happened?" he demanded.

I was too mortified to look him in the face. "She's going to interpret this all wrong!"

"Interpret what all wrong?" he asked.

"Don't you realize how she saw that scene? We were so close she would have thought that we were…well…"I didn't bother finishing my sentence. I glanced at Puck and noticed that he was as red as I was.

"She wouldn't-she's not-"he didn't seem to be able to form a complete sentence.

"Shut up, Puck," I said.

"You can't speak to me like that, Grimm!" he said indignantly.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not supposed to do this either." I hissed. I stomped on his foot. Hard. He yelped and began jumping on his uninjured foot. I smirked and walked away.

* * * * *

I paced in my room. There had to be a way to get out of this engagement! I couldn't marry him. He was rude, arrogant, and a total jerk. You know you like him! You're letting your stubbornness get in the way of your feelings, a small voice said inside my head.

Shut up voice! I do not like Puck. I mean sure, he has the most gorgeous green eyes, the cutest smile, and the most golden hair. Not to mention…WAIT! No I don't like him! I yelled at the voice.

You practically admitted it, Sabrina! The voice said. I could almost see the voice smirking.

I groaned out loud. I must be going crazy. I mean, I was talking to myself! Or I was talking to a figment of my imagination.

"Did you see yourself in the mirror?" Puck asked from the doorway. I jumped slightly and glared at him. He smirked and walked towards me, shutting the door behind him. "I would groan too if I looked that ugly."

"Shut up, fairy boy," I hissed. "Why are you here?" I asked. "I thought you would have avoided me after I stomped on your foot." I felt a twinge of guilt for that.

"About that," Puck said. He came towards me. I backed away and felt my back hit the wall. I gulped as he came closer. His body pressed against mine causing me to blush scarlet. His hands suddenly pinned mine above my head.

"What are you doing, Puck?" I growled, trying to pull free. However, his hands had firmly pinned my hands, just like his body was pinning mine against the wall.

"Well, you see, it really hurt when you stomped on my foot," he whispered, or practically purred. My brain fogged up faster than San Francisco ever did. He lowered his head until our noses touched. That action made my stomach flip and my heartbeat tripled in speed. I could feel his breath on my lips, which barely brushed together. Before I could control my action, before I could clear my head, I pressed my lips against his. At first he froze, then he tilted his head slightly and kissed me back, letting go of my hands so that his could slide his down to my hips. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him closer, so that not even a piece of paper could slide between us. My hands moved and slid into his hair. They tangled themselves there.

When I felt like I was going to pass out from the lack of air, I pulled away and gasped for air. Puck had other ideas. He continued to leave a trail of fiery kisses on my neck. My face began to redden even more until I thought I resembled a tomato. He kissed along my jaw and pressed his lips against mine once I caught my breath. "I love you," he breathed. I blinked at him. Instead of answering, I kissed him.

"Awww! They are so CUTE!" Someone exclaimed. Was that Daphne's voice? A small part of my brain wondered.

"Shhh! Close the door!" Little Red Riding Hood said.

* * * * *

I groaned and opened my eyes. Light streamed into my room. Is it morning already? I wondered. I felt disoriented as I looked around. Then, I noticed my position. Head flooded into my face.

Apparently, Puck had fallen asleep with me and I was curled up next to him. His arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I had my head buried in his shoulder. What do I do? If I moved, then he would wake up and notice our position. THEN he's say that I did this while he was asleep. I'd probably lose my temper and attack him.

I decided, just this once that I would rather stay in this position that have a fight with him. I surreptitiously snuggled closer and closed my eyes, hoping to continue my dream.

Hi people. I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner but I was crazy busy. First, I had to study for my science test. I also had to be in two parades for my band (PERCUSSION RULES). Then I had to study for all of my mid-terms! IT WAS A CRAAAAAZY MONTH!!!! Anyway, this was going to be a story for Felicity and Bliss (I changed the name!) but I thought it would be better on it's own. I might make another story like this one, but I'm not entirely sure. Review PLEASE!!! and thanks for reading!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, did you like my word ginourmous ( giant + enormous)!!! And did Sabrina's last dream sound familiar ???? :)