Author's Note: So, I was watching one of my favorite movies the other night, and inspiration hit. I thought why not try my own take at a Christmas classic. And luckily, Descendants has just the prefect character for the job. I'll be borrowing characters from a few sources – the movies, the books, Wicked World, maybe a few of my own fanfics, and anything that helps tell the story properly.
Please enjoy…
Prologue
Gerald, the Marquess of Charmington, and the eldest son of the Grand Duke and his wife, Prudence had been gone these past seven years. A tragedy for the nobility of Charmington, but a loss that that nearly cost King Charming and Queen Cinderella their closest friends and advisors. But it was the King and Queen's son that took the loss probably harder than anyone except Gerald's parents.
Chad ran away from the castle at the news that night, the tears running down his face, and no destination in mind. By the time he stopped running, his legs were burning, and he could barely catch his breath. He fell onto his hands and knees. He looked around and saw that he was in the woods behind the palace. He crawled over, not caring that his hands were being cut by twigs and rocks. That his pants were being dirtied by dust and grass. He just pressed himself against a large tree, hugged his knees to himself, and cried. Cried for the friend – the closest thing he had to a brother – that he had lost. He cried until he ran out of tears and fell asleep against the tree.
After a frantic search, that was how King Charming found his nine-year-old son the day the son of his friend and advisor passed away. It was a Christmas Eve that all would rather soon wished never happened, but for years would affect those involved – some more than others.