hello my lovelies, here is Chapter 2, Violet is introduced to the story and a tease of what's to come.

Violet and sir Morgan were in the stables with Nicodemus after losing him the other day she had been reluctant to leave him incase he escaped again, she brushed him carefully as her father cleaned his hooves, she hummed a song softly as she brushed Nicodemus 'well haven't heard that in awhile' her father said,

'heard what father?' she asked, her father stood up and brushed his hands off, 'that song, it was the one your mother sang to you as a child' he said,

Violet bowed her head, she knew any thought of her mother upset him 'sorry father' she said, she looked up and saw him smiling,

'no my dear, it was nice to hear it again, she would always hum it softly while she cradled you, she said it was a song she sang when she felt love in her chest' her father dipped his hands into a warm bowl of water to wash them, 'so to follow her rules, you must be feeling love too' he smiled knowingly at her,

Violet blushed and returned to brushing Nicodemus still feeling her fathers gaze, she knew what he was thinking, she knew too, tending to her horse had always made her feel closer to her mother before, but now she couldn't help but think about Henry, as she finished brushing the horse her father cleared his throat

'Violet, please sit down' he said and placed two wooden stools down, she sat as asked and her father stood stroking Nicodemus,

'you know i've practiced this moment many times over the years, each time filled with dread' he said as he sat down on the other stool 'but i never imagined i would say what i am about to'

'what is it father?' she asked taking his hand,

'Violet, every father fears the moment he sees in his daughters eyes what i see in yours right now, you love Henry don't you'

Violet knew how to answer but she found she couldn't, she just sat there

Her father nodded 'i'll take that as a yes, first know that i am glad and happy for you my dear, Henry is a fine lad and i like him very much'

'thank you father' she smiled

'however, it must be said, Henry belongs here in this world, you belong back in Camelot and one day we must return to our home and he will not follow',

Violet nodded, 'i know father, i know one day i must part ways with him, i've always known, but it hasnt stopped me from falling...i mean, wanting to see him'

her father looked at her 'oh what it is to be young' he said,

A sudden blast of sound broke the moment between father and daughter, Violet recognised it as the ringtone Henry had set up on the phone he had given her, she quickly ran to her bag which was hanging by her cloak, she saw Henry's name and answered the call,

'Henry' she said smiling

'hey Violet, how are you?' Henry's voice asked

'i'm ok, how are you are you feeling better?' she hoped he was she wanted to see him so badly

'yeah i'm alot better, i wanted to ask you, are you free for Dinner tonight'

'yes, i would love to join you for dinner, my father would have to agree however' Violet saw her father out of the corner of her eye, a knowing smile and he mouthed 'yes'

'he does' Violet smiled wider

'cool, so i'll pick you up tonight at seven' she could hear Henry's voice was happy

'i'll see you at seven' she said

They said their goodbyes and Violet lowered the phone from her ear

'i need to get ready' she said quickly, 'i have nothing to wear' panic rose in her, she didn't have anything new to wear for Henry, he had seen most of her gowns and she couldn't wear the same one twice infront of him

'well times like this i need your mother' her father said, he was still smiling but Violet couldnt find anything funny about the situation, she was wholly unprepared for dinner

'Violet, my dear' her father placed his hands on her shoulders, 'calm down, we'll go back to camp and see if any of the ladies there can help'

Violet nodded, she wished she was back in camelot suddenly there at least, things like this made sense.

Camelot Flashback

Henry sat on a log in the forest, he picked at moss and threw it in any direction, he thought that he might feel better about everything, he had been hurt by Violet, but Merlin was free he could help save his mum and things would all be better, they could go home, but things weren't getting better, his family were on the run from Arthur and his knights, Emma was still the Dark one, things just seemed to be getting worse, he threw a last piece of moss as hard as he could and stood up, he wanted to do something, he had to do something he was going crazy, he couldn't run he couldn't hide, he was sick of this, he remembered the last time he'd felt like this, before he had been taken to Neverland, when he had tried to blow up the well to end all magic, he'd failed then and he couldnt do anything about it now, maybe that was his destiny to just sit back and watch let everyone else be the hero and write down their stories when they were done, Henry suddenly thought, he was the author, he could change anything he wanted to, but that thought was gone quicker than it had come, he broke the quill, then he remembered something his gramps had said, Arthur kept a stock of magical objects in Camelot, maybe the chance was slim, but could there be a quill and ink that he needed, if there was he could change things make them better, Henry shook himself, he couldn't do that, he'd be no better than Isaac if he did, Henry screamed aloud, all the thoughts in his head were driving him mad, he didn't know what he wanted to do or what he should do,

'perhaps, i can help?' a voice asked

that's your lot, Chapter 3 will be up ASAP including the date and who Henry's new friend will be