Ella Enchanted Fanfiction
A/N: ME: Char, will you be mine for two hours?
Char: I am Ella's for eternity, so no.
ME: But I need you for inspiration, how else will my fanfic go on?
Char: Go ask Ella, she knows best.
Ella: Is someone calling me? Oh, hey Char.
ME: Ella, will you please tell me Char's POV so I can record it dutifully?
Ella: That's what Gail Carson Levine asked me, and I said no to her, my author, why should I tell you?
ME: You are owned?
Ella: No, duh. Why else are we on for gods sake?
ME: You just felt like it?
Ella: Wrong answer! YOU DO NOT OWN ME OR CHAR, OR ANYTHING IN MY BOOK! NOW GO BE HAPPY AND WRITE FANFICS WHICH ARE SO AU THEY SHOULDN'T EXIST AT ALL!
ME: *CRAWLS IN HOLE AND WALLOWS*"Guess I don't own anything then…but my fanfics are not AU!*
Char stood by his father, and waited solemnly for him to speak. The meeting, for the both, had after all been called by "His Royal Highness." Finally though, after much twitching of his mustache and fiddling with hands however, he stated, "Lady Eleanor, your mother's favorite subject and best friend has just expired. You are to represent the royal family at the funeral."
"But…" Char started.
"No buts, that is final. You knew her, what is the problem with you?"
"Shouldn't the whole family go?"
"Not when the whole of Kyrria is worried over attacks of the ogres."
"When is it then?"
"Tomorrow, it starts at noon. You are to be on your best behavior, you hear me?"
"Yes father." Char dutifully replied, while thinking, 'Why does he never trust me with even such trivial stuff? Am I not always presentable to the public?'
King Jerrold went on to talk about Lady Eleanor and the details of the funeral. "Be sure to comfort her daughter", he noted. They were quite close and her father was one of the most mercenary people ever born.
A/N: Should I continue? Or not… you be the judge! Feedback please!