A/N: Soo, yeah. Ever since I watched The Baker King, I have had this headcanon bouncing around my head. Well, I have this other story in another fandom that I started that is about my headcanon in that Fandom. Let's just say that it is very popular apparently. Maybe this one will have the same response? I don't know.

Disclaimer: I own Nothing! Except for my one positively evil OC, and maybe some other OCs!

Prologue: A King falls…

Enchantia… a beautiful name for a beautiful kingdom. Of course, there was a time period were it wasn't the beautiful kingdom everyone sees it has. That was a long time ago, back when it was ruled by the Evil Warlock, Martino. Now back then, everything was different. Magic was banned, and magical creatures were treated like wild animals instead of being respected. Martino had killed King Roland the First and his Queen, Annabelle. At the time Princess Matilda, their daughter fled into the woods and supposedly was lost to the kingdom. However, the king's son was not home when everything happened. In fact, that is where our story begins…

Barely eighteen years of age and already facing a horrifying tragedy. Roland crouched low, glad that he was wearing his peasant outfit that no one knew about…besides the brunette beauty sitting next to him; and one other. Miranda was terrified as she watched the new guard wearing black uniforms with dark, blood red accents walk through the small village of Dunwiddle. Roland reached over and squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her.

"It's going to be okay Miranda." Roland whispered as he shifted slightly, pulling on the carts reins to get the old donkey to move backwards.

Miranda frowned as she looked down at her lap where her hands were neatly folded. "Rollie... they are bound to be looking for you. Your parents aren't around anymore and your sister is who knows where. Maybe we should have told people before we went on that picnic…"

Roland blinked, glancing sideways at her. "Why Miranda! We told your parents."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "You mean that they now that some boy that I enjoy spending time with named after the king took me out on a picnic. Mom and Dad don't know you're the prince Rollie."

Roland bit his bottom lip, before turning away to avoid looking at the old Royal Wizard that was being dragged off to the dungeons. "Good thing only you and Cedric know who I am then."

Miranda was about to say something, when the aforementioned Royal Wizard in Training appeared next to them. "Are you okay Roland?"

Roland rubbed his forehead, suddenly wondering if maybe they should have had found a way to have less people know. "I'm fine Cedric. Look, I need a place to hang low at. Think you can provide me that?"

Cedric nodded fervently, before noticing Miranda sitting next to Roland on the cart's seat. Tilting his head forward, a small smile crossed his face. "Sorry. Didn't realize our future queen was with you."

Roland turned bright red at that comment, but before he could repute his best friend, Miranda giggled, a smile dancing across her face. "Nice try Cedric. Rollie and I are just friends."

Cedric immediately arched his eyebrow upwards. "Wait, you mean that he hasn't popped the question?"

"Cedric!" Roland turned an even brighter red color.

Miranda turned to face her closest, male friend. "What question?"

Roland paled slightly, though his cheeks retained a pink hue. "I was going to ask if you want to marry me. If not…I understand. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, but you're the only girl that I feel comfortable around. Like myself. I don't need to put on a mask of the perfect prince around you…"

Miranda clapped a hand over his mouth, silencing him. "I don't need you to ramble, Rollie. I get it. Honestly, my parents keep asking if you've proposed yet. They want me to get married, preferably to a fellow shoemaker so that my husband can take over the business when Dad retires. Truthfully, we all know that I'm a better shoemaker than him."

Cedric snorted, recalling all the times Miranda had fixed their shoes, or built them new ones from scratch. "Does this mean that your finally going to introduce Roland has more than just a friend?"

Miranda nodded in confirmation, smiling as an excited squeal escaped Roland as he hugged her tightly. "Let's go! Cedric, we need to find my sister so that I can tell her the good news."

Cedric pressed his lips thinly, worry creasing his brow. "I'm not sure that is possible Roland. She fled into the woods when the new guards tried arresting. It might take far too long to find her for the wedding."

Roland sighed, not surprised about what Cedric had pointed out. She was a wanted fugitive now. As, technically, he was as well. Picking up the reins, he twisted around to check behind him for traffic. "Well, at least I can meet my future-in-laws and formally ask for your hand in marriage."

"Oh Rollie." Miranda chuckled softly, not surprised that he wanted to do that instead of just blunting telling them that they were engaged.

….

Roland shifted slightly as he glanced nervously over at the large, muscular shoemaker that was hammering the sole of a boot into place. Miranda truthfully had the best looks from both parents, she had her father's brown hair, but her eyes came from her mother. Miranda stepped forward, not at all intimidated by her father as she cleared her throat loudly. "Papa?"

Without looking up, he responded. "Yes daughter?"

Miranda glanced back at Roland, only to realize that he was sweating at the prospect of asking the virtual giant for her hand. "Roland wants to know if it is ok if he marries me."

The shoemaker promptly snapped his head up, his hard brown eyes glowing with excitement. "Is that so?" He turned to face Roland, sizing him up quickly. "May I ask what you've been trained to do?"

Roland swallowed as he looked to his feet. "I am afraid, sir, that I am an orphan that knows how to do some chores around the place…but I can learn, if you're not comfortable with Miranda taking over. She is an amazing shoemaker already, and she only gets better with time."

"Hmm, how does next week sound? With all these changes happening now, we could use some positive changes alongside the negative."

Miranda squealed loudly, before hugging him around the neck. Roland smiled as he shoved his sweaty hands into his pockets to dry them off quickly. "That sounds wonderful sir."

"Call me Thomas. Or Pa. You're family now." Thomas grasped Roland by the shoulder. "Wait till I tell Maria the news!"

"What news?" Maria, Miranda's kind mother, walked into the room right then.

Thomas spun around, a huge grin on his face. "Our little princess is getting married!"

Squealing, Maria hugged her daughter, before tackling her husband. Neither one of them noticed that the young couple with them flinched at the term princess…

~One Week Later~

"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The wedding officiator looked up from his book to look at the now blushing Miranda, and smiling Roland.

Roland quickly pulled his new bride to his side, gently kissing her. Cheers erupted from the gathered villagers, while Cedric sniffled, pulling a kerchief out of his robe to blow his nose. Miranda pulled back, only to wrap her arms around him tightly. "Thank you."

Roland quirked his eyebrow up as he returned her hug. "What did I do?"

Miranda smiled as she looked into his eyes. "You made me the happiest girl alive. I can never thank you enough Rollie."

Roland smiled, before hugging her back. "No. I should be the one thanking you for making me the happiest man alive."

Miranda giggled, before turning her head and waving at the wedding guests. "Come on. We have a wedding reception to get to."

Grasping hands, they walked down the aisle together, signaling the end of the wedding. And the end of one life, with the beginning of another.

A/N: Hmm, So yeah…Miranda and Roland married first, no second marriages or anything like that. Amber and James are Miranda's children as well as Roland, no steps. Ugh. It ain't that good I know.

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