Chapter one

In a dimly lit room deep down in the palace a small family woke. The family was a proud one and were happy with the blood that flowed through their veins even if it sent them to the bottom. They were the lowest status one could have [Besides unpaid servant of course].

Linda, the mother rose from her bed nudging her husband awake. He grumbled in his sleep and she smiled deciding that she would let him sleep a little bit longer. She tiptoed to the other side of the room and began the long process of getting ready for the day. She tied her hair up and out of her face then set the only piece of jewelry she owned around it. It was a thick silver band that wound around her hair perfectly. Lawrence, her husband had gotten it for her and it was the closest thing to a wedding ring that she ever had. Next she took off her nightgown and slipped into her day dress tightening the bodice from the front. She put on her worn out shoes then looked into the cracked mirror and smiled at the face looking back at her. She had few wrinkles and was considered very pretty for her age. Considering she was very unique with her vibrant orange hair.

Linda had began working as a servant at the palace at a young age. She was only thirteen at the time. But she was a hardworking young girl who provided for her aging parents until the day they died. She was seventeen when they passed in their sleep. Their hands clasped together as if that could protect them from the enviable death and the unknowable after life. Linda liked to think that they were somewhere nice. Somewhere with miles and miles of lilies her mother favorite flower where her loving parents would run and make love to their hearts content. However with nowhere to go she remained working at the palace and soon climbed the ranks and became head cook. She was very proud of herself. Not many people made it that far without proper training at the academy. Linda learned all she needed to know from her mother. They could not afford the academy besides she didn't want to go anyways. All the girls there were rich and rude. She had few friends and was happy with that.

Linda was eighteen when she met Lawrence. You could say it was love at first sight. He was a carpenter and created many beautiful , wooden things for the rich. He didn't earn much for his work but he enjoyed what he did so he was happy. Linda was happy when he was happy.

They married that summer and he gave her that silver hair piece. They were and still are madly in love.

Their love spread when Linda discovered that she was pregnant. She was still very young and had no experience with children at all. She had been an only child. But she got through it with the help of her still loving husband. Not once during this did she stop working. Even when her stomach as large enough to hold a platter on- she still kept on her feet until the day her baby girl was born. They named the girl Candace. Candace at a young age learned what she had to do in life. And that was get a husband. So she learned how to sew and knit, to cook, to nurse a baby. But she still had her habits. She was the palace's biggest gossip. Her and her friend Stacy gossiped like old housewives. This drove her mother crazy but she loved her anyway.

Her next baby came at a surprise. Linda didn't know she was pregnant at all. She had gained maybe a few pounds and didn't have any symptoms. So when her water broke and a baby came out between her legs in the middle of the night. She was scared.

Terrified would be a better way to put it. But with the help of her friends who acted as midwives she managed to get through it. Her son had red hair even after his birth blood had been cleaned of. They named him Phineas.

Candace took an interest in her little brother since she was often asked to watch him. She used to parade around with him on her hip boasting about his obvious genius. They had discovered that Phineas was special when he was about a year old. He and his father were out in the market place when Phineas had looked up and said clear as day 'Daddy who is that boy?' Lawrence was so shocked that for a moment he didn't respond. Phineas wiggled his arm out of his blanket and pointed behind him. Lawrence turned and saw what he had been pointing at.

A little boy [Couldn't have been older than three] was sitting in the gutter his palm reached out in a pleading gesture. The boy's hair was an unmistakable green even through the dirt caked all over him. Phineas wiggled around in his blanket begging to go to the green haired boy. Lawrence knelt beside the boy. The boy looked up at him with such a desperate look on his face that Lawrence himself had to wipe a tear from his eye. Then Phineas reached out his hand and took the boy's hand. He didn't let go.

Linda came back to the present and smiled over at her two boys. They laid next to each other on their other bed with their sister next to them. Ferb blended in so well in the family that they had grown to calling him their own. Her children of course were not freed of the work. Each of them worked just as hard as she did in opposite ends of the palace. She hardly saw them really. But treasured every moment that she did. Finally she stood up and went to wake her family. They had a long days work today and they couldn't afford to be late.


'Phineas I'll need you to clean the Princess's chambers today.' A woman said turning from her work at chopping potatoes. The kitchen was buzzing with activity that Phineas had to yell for her to hear him.

'But don't girls usually do that!'

'They are all busy preparing for the banquet. The palace has to be spotless. I just need you to change her sheets that's all.' The woman turned around. She was a large beefy woman and could be very scary when she wants to be. So Phineas didn't argue any farther. He didn't want her using that knife for anything after than the innocent chopping of vegetables.

'Alright I'll do it.'

'Good then get going, we only have until night fall before the guests start arriving.' As Phineas rushed away he heard her mumble to herself. 'Must that crazy old witch have a gala every other month? This is getting…'

Phineas didn't hear the rest- he had already gotten to the hall. He stopped in the laundry to get a set of fresh silk sheets. The girls there waved and batted their eyelashes as he rushed out. He hardly ever noticed their compliments anymore. In his fifteen years he had become a handsome young man and all the palace servants [Female and some male] wanted him. They all thought he would make a suitable husband if only he would notice their intentions.

He rushed down the hallway carrying a fresh set of sheets in his arms. He was determined to do this quickly and get it over with. He had an idea for an invention and he wanted to get started on it. He hadn't even had a chance to tell Ferb about it yet. His brother had rushed out that morning right after their mother had woken them up. Phineas had his suspicions of course. He had a feeling a girl was involved since he had been doing the same for the past week. However he hadn't had a chance to tease him about it- yet.

It wasn't hard to find the Princess's room. She had the only room in the palace with its occupant's name written in graceful pink cursive on her door. Phineas could read enough to know what the letters said. Isabella.

The name sounded so formal so innocently girly. Phineas pushed the door open and was blinded by pink. The walls were pink, the huge curtains. Everything proved it was a girl's room. The lace, the makeup desk with products and creams that Candace would kill to have. The bed was huge and the bed curtains trailed on the ground. They were closed [They were also pink. Different stripes of shades of pink].

The sheets were a deep pink and so were the ones he was carrying. At once Phineas got to work and pulled back the bed curtains. He changed the sheets quickly. Not wanting to be here when she got back.

Just then he heard footsteps from behind other door [The one he assumed led to a bathroom]. Before he could leave or hide the door swung open. Then out came the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was wearing only a thin white cotton shift that clung to her body and her tiny but noticeable breasts. The cotton was slightly wet he could almost see through it. The Princess had dark black hair and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Her hair was wet from the bath and hung around her shoulders.

She took one look at him and screamed.

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