This story is an alternate universe from "Hey Arnold" Wolfgang is now Lord Wolfgang, and Rules Hillwood Kingdom with an Iron fist. Helga and Phoebe are his Concubines. For those who don't what those are, Concubines are the king's sexual servants. They get paid to fool around with him (don't worry, I won't show it). He thinks that they will fall for him, but they actually fall for the king's right hand men: Gerald and Arnold. Rated T, though the rating might go up. A/H and G/P.

Chapter one

Lord Wolfgang and his Concubines

Hillwood Kingdom, a place of beauty and peace. Or at least it was, until Lord Wolfgang came and flipped everything on its head. Hillwood kingdom had been flipped into a wasteland. The people were forced to stay, as any attempts to escape the place ended in death. However, four people would defeat Lord Wolfgang, and restore peace.

Lord Wolfgang had many servants, but only four will be discussed. He had two Concubines who didn't know their names; he called them based on their appearance. The first girl was somewhat tall. She had blonde hair, and was often clad in pink and white. He called her Bow, Pinky, or Blondie. The second was short with raven hair. She wore blue clothes and glasses.

He called her Specs, Blue belly, or Geek.

And for all the chores and fooling around they did, he treated them like dirt. They would be offended about him not calling them by name if they knew theirs. The Raven-haired girl was called into the Throne Room one day.

"Gerald has been digging for an hour now," said the king, "and he deserves a break. Bring him some ice cream."

"May I have some, too?" she asked. There were days when Lord Wolfgang was merciful, and today was one of those days,

"Well you have been very well behaved," said the man, "and your work ethic has surpassed Blondie's. Go ahead." The girl walked into the kitchen and pulled out some cookie dough ice cream. She put it in two bowls and applied hot fudge and spoons. She walked to the hole in which Gerald dug.

"Sir," said the girl, and Gerald popped his head out of the hole, "I have ice cream for you."

"Oh, come now," said Gerald, "I don't need two bowls."

"The second one is for me," she explained,

"Oh," said Gerald, "Lets sit down and enjoy the frozen treat. An hour of digging sure builds up an appetite." Gerald hoisted himself out of the hole, and he and the girl ate the ice cream.

"What is your name?" asked Gerald,

"That's a darn good question," said the girl, "I don't know."

"I'm gonna call you Phoebe," he said,

"Why," she asked,

"Because that name is as pretty as your face." Said Gerald. She accepted the name, her cheeks reddening. Gerald had shown more kindness in a few minutes than Lord Wolfgang had in eighteen years.

I decided to bump the ages up. Make it a little more appropriate.