Title: Greensleeves

Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters.

A/N: My recent spate of Once Upon a Time Fic wasn't my first journey into the world of fairy-ish tales. This one is a ... sorta... ER Uber story that I believe that I wrote for the 2006 NaNoWriMo competition (and I believe that I won too... :)) So, if you know ER, and like fairy-talish stuff, you may like this.

Also, I'm gonna be posting a lot of my old stuff soon. I have all this stuff that I was posted hither and yon and I want to bring it all into here. Also... by my count I'm sorta, almost nearing 100 stories, so... we'll see what happens for that. Enjoy! (or don't and feel free to grouse just a little in the comments... :))

Once upon a time there was a small Kingdom called Bryeront. It was a boring Kingdom. People were born in the realm, they lived, they died. The last batch of excitement had been thirty five years or so ago. In the middle of a summer night a package had been placed before the door of the palace of the King and Queen of Bryeront. The person who placed the precious package had never been found. Inside was a yelling, red faced, red headed child. The realm was taken by her, each of the families in the kingdom, noble and peasant alike would have taken the young babe into their homes, but even though many would have the child not a one blamed the King and Queen of Bryeront when they took the child in and made her their heir.

Queen Catherine and King Henry had been trying for many years to have children and they saw the abandoned child as a gift sent from God, and welcomed her into their palace and their hearts. At the age of one, when their little Kerry started walking, there was another bit of excitement in the realm as something seemed to be malformed in one of Kerry's hips.

Catherine and King Henry were not deterred. The best blacksmith in the realm, who happened to be the blacksmith to the realm's standing army, made Kerry canes that she used from that day on. He said to one and all of his friends and customers that it was refreshing to make an item that helped someone instead of making instruments of death.

Her parent's reign had been a long one and had to eventually come to an end. They each went to the next world in their sleep in Kerry's thirteenth year. Her mother mere months after her father, and Princess Kerry ascended to the throne.

Through the years Kerry had changed, she had not stayed the same bubbly red headed girl the kingdom knew as a child. Her infirmity had changed her view of the world. All she knew were stares and whispers, even if they were harmless, there was still a tinge of pity, and she could feel it. It was during her change from girl to lady that she had closed herself off from the world, save her closest advisors and friends.

This meant that when she announced to the realm that she was with child they were astounded and quite amazed. Any and all suitors who had deigned to knock on Queen Kerry's door had been summarily dismissed. She even turned down King Robert Romano, the King of Bryeront's neighboring kingdom, Nightbrye. In the end not even rumor mill could figure out who the father was.

Prince Henry was born, as perfect as any other child in the kingdom and there was a sigh of relief when he learned to walk and could walk without assistance. As he grew, Henry helped bridge the gap between Queen Kerry and her people. He had the hair of his mother, but a much darker skin coloring than Kerry's almost translucent white skin. People did question this on occasion. But he was such a force to be reckoned with and such a joy to be around that what he looked like soon went by the wayside. He was seven, and the kingdom was quiet. From there, our story begins.