I have been out of the scene for three years now. I apologize if you liked my stories and I just disappeared from fanfiction. I still read regularly and review occasionally.

If you have never seen my name before, I think some of my last few stories would be worth your time reading if you like Troyella. (for the love of god don't read the stupid hannah montana ones I wrote when I was 12.)

I am not guaranteeing that I will ever continue or finish this story but I will try to put in a good effort. I actually leave for college in a month so I have limited spare time.

Let me know if you like this.

Counting Cries

When I was seven, my father told me a fairytale about a prince named Henry Toyle. He was a young heir in a magical land referred to as Galtin. Henry was eager to grow up, take charge of the kingdom, and make a name for himself. While Henry only wanted power, his mother prayed to the gods that he would find a suitable wife and his father prayed that he would learn how to be fair, honest, and just. They wanted their son to be a well rounded man when he took the thrown. The problem that the Toyles noticed was that their son had no interest in settling down with a woman and his actions were anything but fair, honest, and just. Henry enjoyed fooling around with the ladies of good blood, laying around the castle, riding his horse into town and watching the townsfolk squirm under his mighty name.

Their son had become an asshole to be quite frank.

Then one day, after years of praying, his parents' wishes began to come true in the form of a foreigner. Her name was Jezebel Halbet a simple commoner from a neighboring country. She moved into town with her mother because of a plentiful harvest and Henry, as soon as he laid eyes on her, was hooked by her alien beauty. He did not know, at the time, he would fall in love with more than her looks. As it turned out, she grew up wealthy with a good education but when her father fell ill and passed away, she was forced to become a commoner. Henry was faced with a dilemma. He was not to marry outside of royal blood. No one would accept his love affair with a commoner. She was trash to the people inside the castle. If Henry betrayed his blood, he faced a chance of losing his status forever.

"Did Henry marry Jezebel?" seven-year-old Gabriella Montez bounced up and down on her bed, her father had just closed the storybook he was reading and began to stand from the chair next to her bed. Gabriella's long brunette hair shook with anticipation as she pleaded with her eyes for him to continue

"Honey bear, if I told you tonight; what would I have left to say tomorrow night?" the older man smiled warmly as his daughter reached out for him. They held a long embrace before she settled back into bed and he wished her a good night's rest.

"Daddy, are fairytales real?" she pulled her covers over her "my little pony" footsie pajamas and watched as he turned on her Tigger nightlight.

"Gabriella, my dear, they are very real. Now, that doesn't mean we're going to see a dragon flying across the sky breathing fire. From time to time, though, people experience their own fairytales. Someday I hope you have a chance to see for yourself," her father kissed her forehead, padded to the entrance of the room, and beamed at his child as he turned out the ceiling light.

"I love you daddy," Gabriella whispered, tugging the covers underneath her chin and slowly letting her eyelids droop.

"And I love you, honey bear."

I shouldn't have been so patient with my father that night. I should have made him tell me the rest of the story. What I didn't realize was that I would never have the chance to hear the rest. My father died the next day. He had a heart attack at work and no one was able to resuscitate him in time. The months that followed were the most difficult times of my life. Eventually I began to make up my own endings to the fairytale. Some nights I would be content with Henry's family loving Jezebel and letting the affair live while on the worst nights when I was angry or sad I would let the royalty squash all hope of Henry and Jezebel being together.

Maybe if he had at least told me the rest of the story, I might have seen what was coming next.

My name may be Gabriella, but I am convinced I am an incarnate of Jezebel Halbet and this is the story about my "Henry", teen royalty, prince of East High, Troy Bolton.

Let me know 1.) if you like the idea, 2.) if you want me to continue, and 3.) if you remember me or my stories.

With sincere love for writing and reading fanfictions,

Furny