A/N: Huzzah I have returned! Not that I really went anywhere, but I have not posted in a really long times so it feels like I have been gone. Anyways here is chapter three. This one is a tad darker then the previous ones and a bit shorter, the last one dragged on for ages. Looking back at the other chapters I realize how little I knew about grammar so I may go back and edit them to try to fix the dialog and what not. Also as I wrote this I found myself putting in things I had not originally planned on. Anyways I am stilll doing the points thing so do not worry! Well enough of me talking, on with the story I hope you like it, please review to tell me what you think of it!!!

Disclaimer: I will own TDI when Sue gets into Harvard. No offense to Sue, but it is not going to happen.

"She digs me in the story too," Duncan said smirking then turned to Geoff, "pay up."

Geoff dug through his pocket and handed Duncan a few coins. Courtney sat on the armrest bright scarlet, "guys, shut up so Gwen can read," she said trying to sound calm.

"Thank you," Gwen said then cleared her throat….

In the carriage cleverly disguised by the floating pink cloud Heather was frowning, Trent had been far too friendly with that peasant girl and it was rubbing off on Chris, they were already half way gone. "Can't let them ruin the kingdom any longer" Heather muttered "I think it's time….Beth pick up the pace" she called the last part loudly to her lady-in-waiting.

"Yes ma'am," Beth called setting the pink spewing machine on autopilot and taking the horses' reigns. They passed Trent and Chris's horses and sped back towards the castle over taking Owen and Cody.

"That's better," Heather said sitting back in her seat "I really shouldn't have to ask for this sort of thing Beth, you really should know better by now."

Beth groaned. "Yes ma'am." Beth had been Heather's servant for a long time now, she had gotten used to the constant criticisms and awful treatment. That said this does not mean she enjoyed it. Soon the carriage came to a stop just outside the castle. Beth quickly opened the carriage door and rolled out the red carpet that Heather always demanded, the princess felt that her feet were too good to touch the ground. The raven haired princess stepped from the carriage her blond companion not far behind. Heather walked quickly up the carpet thinking hard. "Lindsay, I need to have a word with you in my room. Beth, please go inform the kitchen staff that I would like them to start preparing lunch now."

Lindsay and Beth exchanged glances. Beth gave a small shrug then nodded. "Yes ma'am I'll get right on it."

"See that you do." Heather paused as she reached the castle door. "One more thing, Beth."

"Yes ma'am?"

"Ma'am sounds far too informal. From now on please call me your highness." Heather turned and walked in. Beth looked nonplused, and followed quickly with Lindsay right behind her. "But, Princess Heather, you said I'm only supposed to call a King or Queen that and no offense ma'am, but you're not queen."

Heather kept her back to Beth, a smirk forming on her lips. "Not yet," she muttered, "but until then, Beth, milady will be sufficient," she finished this last part a bit louder. "Lindsay, come on, we have something we need to discuss," Heather said starting up the staircase. Lindsay waved bye to Beth then followed Heather up the stairs. "Wait up!" she called.

Heather ignored her and kept walking extremely quickly not stopping until she reached her bedroom. Lindsay arrived several seconds later out of breath. The blond flopped down on Heather's enormous bed. "What was that all about?" she asked looking at Heather. "Heather? You okay?"

The raven haired girl stood at the window looking down at the courtyard her back to Lindsay.

"Heather?"

The princess blinked a few times then closed the drapes and turned to her companion. "We need to talk."

Lindsay blinked. "What about?"

Heather paused then sat in a large arm chair resting her head on her hand. "Oh Lindsay, how should I put this? Well, let's see how simple I can make this." She paused again listening. "Did you hear something?"

Lindsay blinked again and looked around. "I don't think so. Are you sure everything's okay?"

Heather nodded then stopped herself. "Actually no Lindsay, everything is not alright. There's a problem."

"What?"

"Chris."

Lindsay frowned. "How is Chris a problem?"

Heather paused again. "How to explain this? Well as you may know, I want to be queen."

Lindsay nodded. "I think you've said that before."

"Yes well, I can't do that do you see why?"

Lindsay looked blank then frowned thinking hard. "You can't be queen… because… Chris is already king!"

Heather smiled and clapped her hands together. "Very good Lindsay. Now say something was to happen to Chris. Then what would happen?"

"Well, then Trent would be king right?" Lindsay asked hesitantly.

Heather nodded. "Very good, you're catching up. So say something were to happen to both of them, then what?"

"Then…" Lindsay frowned thinking. "You'd be queen!" the blond said happily.

Heather beamed. "Exactly. So Lindsay you want me to be queen right?"

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah of course."

"Good. Now I'll need your help. As I said earlier, for me to be queen something has to happen to Chris and Trent. That's where I need some help."

"Wait, by something, you mean Chris and Trent have to die right?" Lindsay asked a bit unsure.

Heather paused. Lindsay had caught up a bit too fast this time. She sighed. "Well Lindsay, you see Chris and Trent, they're bad for the kingdom."

The blond raised an eyebrow. "Really? How?"

Heather paused, thinking. "Well Chris isn't exactly the most responsible person in the world. Remember when we met him? He left all his money in his coach and it was almost stolen."

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah, and he was wearing a brown belt with black shoes. That is so tacky."

Heather looked stunned for a split second then smiled and nodded. "Exactly, we don't want to be represented by someone tacky and forgetful now do we?"

"But what about Trent?"

Heather smirked for a second; she had this one already in the bag. "Well you know that peasant girl, Gwen?"

Lindsay nodded.

"I'm pretty sure Trent likes her."

"So?"

"Well eventually Trent's going to need to get married, and I have a sneaking suspicion that that Gwen girl is a good candidate. If that happens then she'll be queen."

Lindsay frowned. "But she's not fashionable. She wears… peasant stuff, ew."

Heather nodded understandingly. "Exactly, we can't have her as queen. So will you help me?"

"Sure, but how can I help?"

"I have to… talk to some people tomorrow, so I need someone to keep Chris and Trent busy." Heather's eyes lit up suddenly. "And, if you can, I think it might be a good idea for Chris to go hunting soon."

"Why?"

"Just trust me on this one Lindsay. With your help soon Chris and Trent will be no more, and I will rule this whole pathetic kingdom!" Heather said tenting her fingers and smiling, her eyes glinted evilly. She frowned and stood up looking at the door. "What was that? I know I heard something that time."

Lindsay looked at the door as well. "Sounded kinda like a mouse or something."

"Go check," Heather ordered. "I'll be right behind you."

Lindsay nodded and walked towards the door slowly. She reached for the knob and pulled it open. Taking a step outside, she looked around. "I don't see anybody Heather."

Heather stuck her head out. "Hmm must have been the wind," she said not sounding totally sure of herself. "Lindsay don't tell anyone about this alright? We don't want anyone messing up our plans and letting it slip to Chris or Trent right?"

Lindsay nodded.

"Good, let's go see if Chef actually prepared something edible," she said walking down the hallway. Lindsay nodded then followed along. She paused for a second at the end of the hallway then turned around looking at the door. "That's weird. I could've sworn I left that door closed, maybe I should go check it out." She hadn't taken a step when Heather called: "Come on Lindsay." The blond looked at the door one last time then shrugged and turned to follow Heather.

Behind the door Beth let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She turned so that her back was to the door and let herself slide down it so she was sitting on the floor. Beth had over heard everything. She thanked her lucky stars she hadn't gasped any louder. She looked at the tea tray set on the floor that she was supposed to have brought Heather and Lindsay. Shuddering she remembered what they had said. "Are they really going to get rid of them?" she wondered quietly. She started standing up. "I've got to tell some one." She paused and frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. "But I can't Heather would find out," she said sinking back down.

"How could she?"

"It's Heather, she'd find out somehow."

"But maybe I could stop her."

"I'm just a servant what good could I do?"

"But if I don't do something Chris and Trent will die." Beth suddenly froze. "If I can't stop Heather they're both goners. I've got to do something…"

Beth froze as she saw the door knob turn. She resisted the urge to scream and looked around the room for a place to hide. The door opened. A foot stepped into the room followed by a pair of legs, a torso, and a head with mousy brown hair. "H-Hello? Is there anybody in here?"

He looked around the room noticing the rather odd placement of the tea tray and a strange bulge in the drapes. "Hello?" The drapes sneezed. The boy raised an eyebrow and pulled a rather rusty looking dagger from a sheath at his belt and held it as far away from him as possible with both hands that were shaking badly. "W-Who goes there? I-I w-warn you I've got a sword, and I-I'm n-not afraid t-to use it."

The drapes giggled as his voice cracked. Beth stepped out. "Hi Cody, sorry if I scared you."

Cody breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, er, I mean, I wasn't scared, you just startled me is all," he said as he put away his dagger. "What were you doing behind those drapes?"

"I-I was just cleaning them, you'd never believe how filthy the back sides of drapes can get."

"Uh huh…"

"What were you doing in here?" Beth asked trying to draw attention away from herself.

"Actually Princess Lindsay sent me up to try to find you. She thought maybe you had brought the tea up after they left."

Beth nodded. "Yup that's exactly what happened."

Cody was a bit taken aback by her swift answer. "Beth, are you okay? Is something wrong? Is there anything you aren't telling me?"

Beth paused. "Well," she started then paused again. After a minute or so she sighed. "Nah, there's nothing going on. Well I'd better get this tea tray out of here." She grabbed the tray and headed out the door. "See you later Cody," she said closing the door behind her.

"Uh sure," Cody said confused, he could tell something was up. The way Heather had been acting before and Beth. Something was definitely going on and he was going to try to find out what.

Beth took another deep breath as she leaned against the door. "Maybe I should have told him…" she said under her breath. She shook her head. "Some one would find out. I'll just have to keep this to myself for now." She headed down the hallway and eventually got down to the kitchen. It was a rather large room with long shelves all along the walls and a great fire roaring in the corner. There were several tables for preparing dishes and large baskets of vegetables that knowing the head chef, or as he preferred to be called 'Master Chief' would likely never make it to the dining table in one piece. Beth looked around the room carefully for said head chef.

"Don't worry, eh, Chef's out chopping wood," said a voice from the fire.

Beth jumped at the sound and turned to the voice. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing it was only the head chef's assistant, a.k.a. the kitchen boy Ezekiel. He had brown hair under a rather old looking hat, gray eyes, and was wearing brown trousers that were a few sizes too big, a fact made evident by the thick brown belt holding them up, he also had on a heavily stained apron over his gray tunic, which was also a few sizes too big.

"Hi Zeke," Beth said. "Cody said Lindsay asked for me."

Ezekiel nodded. "Yeah, she's in the back room," he said pointing to a door on the far wall from Beth.

"Gotcha thanks Zeke. Save me some actual food if you can," she said setting the tea tray down on one of the long table and heading to the back door.

The kitchen boy nodded. "I already put some stuff aside for you, me, and the Cod-meister if he wants it."

Beth beamed. "Thanks Zeke, you're a life saver. Well I'd better not keep Lindsay waiting, see you later." She waved and went through the door.

Ezekiel nodded and turned back to the fire.

The back room was fairly small, but much nicer than the kitchen with a small window and cheery colored paint on the walls which was a very welcome change from the dull gray of the main kitchen. There was a small table with a large platter covered in sweets on it. Lindsay sat on a chair at the table picking out her favorites and munching away happily. She looked up as Beth closed the door behind her. "Hi Beth."

The servant smiled. "Hi Lindsay, what are you doing?"

The blond shrugged. "Eating and sitting, this stuff's good you should try it," Lindsay shrugged popping another brightly colored treat into her mouth.

Beth looked at the pile. "Do you know what's in them?"

"No, they taste good though."

"I think I'll pass."

Lindsay shrugged and ate another one. Beth looked around the room feeling a bit awkward. "So where's Heather?"

"She had to go to the knights' training place for some reason. Said she needed to talk to someone. I don't really know. She's been talking to all sorts of weird people lately," Lindsay said casually.

Beth's eyebrow went up in surprise. "What sort of people?"

Lindsay paused trying to remember. "Well the head chef. I can't remember his name and that scary girl. I think her name's Ella or something."

Beth's eyes went wide. "You mean Eva?"

"Yeah I think that's her," Lindsay said nodding. "Isn't she the exhibitioner or something like that?"

"Eva's the executioner Lindsay," Beth said her voice suddenly small.

Lindsay looked at her. "Beth, you okay? You're making weird claw marks in the table."

"Huh? Oh I am." Beth quickly took her hands off the table. "Uh I gotta go Lindsay."

Lindsay looked at her curiously. "You sure you're okay?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine, I just have a lot on my mind is all."

The blond frowned but shrugged. "Okay then, see you later."

"Yeah, see you," Beth said her voice hollow. She walked quickly out the other door in the room to the stables. She made sure she was all alone then sat down heavily on a large block of hay. She sighed looking at her feet. "This can't be happening," she muttered. She looked up at a wall. "Heather really intends to do something to them." Beth leaned forwards her head in her hands as another thought struck her. "I'm the only one who knows. Plus I'm just a servant. I can't do anything. They really are goners."

Beth looked up and stood up. She started pacing back and forth rambling to herself. "Maybe if I told Chris, no, he'd never believe me. Trent maybe, no, there's no way I could prove it. She hasn't actually done anything yet, but she will, and then it'll be too late. Ugh!" Beth slammed a fist into stable wall in frustration. "Why is this so hard? Why can't I just stand up to her? Why can't I do something?" She paused. "Why can't I? Maybe, if I keep this quiet maybe I can keep things from happening." Beth gave a small smile and left the stable feeling a bit more confident.

But it was not quite that simple. After all nothing ever is, at that exact time Heather was standing behind another stable watching a rather shameful, if entertaining display. Duncan, Geoff, and DJ were once again harassing the poor stable boy, Harold. He finally managed to retrieve his glasses from the wild stallion the green haired knight had accidentally tied them to.

"Idiots," he muttered angrily dusting off his glasses and walking back towards the stable. He walked in and slammed the door behind him. "Some day I'll show them. I'll show them all."

"Oh were those boys mean to you?" a voice asked.

Harold spun around searching for the source of the voice. "Hello? Who's there? Is that Duncan?"

The voice laughed. "Of course not silly, it's only me," Heather said as she stepped out from behind a large stack of hay.

"Oh, uh hi," Harold said feeling awkward. "D-Did you hear me?"

Heather's face changed to one of sorrowful understanding. "Why yes I did. Those horrible boys were tormenting you again weren't they?"

Harold looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, they do that all the time. I'm kind of used to it by now."

The raven haired princess clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Well that's not right. They shouldn't be allowed to pick on you."

Harold nodded. "Yeah, doesn't matter though, they do anyway. The instructor doesn't even care. He says it builds character."

"Why that's horrible," Heather said putting a hand to her mouth in apparent shock. Harold nodded still looking at the floor. Heather smiled evilly for a split second. "You know, if I were queen I wouldn't let those mean boys pick on you."

Harold looked up. "You wouldn't?"

"Of course not." A thought struck her and she smiled. "In fact I'd make you a knight and make all of them your stable boys."

A grin spread across Harold's face. "That would be cool."

'Got him.' "You know I am trying to become queen," Heather said casually. "I could really use someone like you Harold. Your help could be very valuable. So will you help me be queen?"

Harold paused, thinking. "They won't pick on me ever again?"

The princess smiled. "You help me and I'll make sure they never torment you again. So do we have a deal?" she asked holding out her hand.

Harold looked at her hand. "Deal," he said grabbing her dainty hand with his equally feminine one albeit his was a bit more dirt covered.

Heather smiled. Their hands dropped to their sides. "So what do you want me to do?" Harold asked.

"Oh don't worry Harold. I'll tell you what to do when the time comes. Until then would you mind keeping this quiet? We don't want those horrid boys finding out about this. They may try to stop us."

Harold nodded. "I won't say a word."

"Good, well I'd better go. Remember Harold, this is just between you and me," Heather said then walked quietly from the stable.

Harold smiled to himself. "No more Harold the punching bag. When those guys are my stable boys I'll make them clean up after the horses and push them into it! Those idiots have no idea what's coming."

And unfortunately, neither did Harold.

A/N: So what did you think? Oh about the questions last time Izzy is the witch, in a medieval story you pretty much have to have one. And the couple is Beth/Cody, sorry to those Noah/Cody fans out there. Also I am thinking about adding two couples I had not originally planned on putting in, Eva/Ezekiel and DJ/Heather, although there may be some problems with the second one later on... I can not reveal why, but something very big happens with DJ, I will award fifteen points to anyone who comes close. Hint: It is somewhat like something that happens in the show. Also five points to anyone who gives me an opinion on the possible couples. Also here are how the points currently stack up, if you have at least thirty you can submit an OC that will have a minor role in my other story After the Island. I could really use some OCs, I can not really update until I have some! Here are the current points, sorry if I missed anybody!

Amethyst Ocean: 25

HeroicEight: 15

HowlingWulf: 25

AnimeGirl 144: 25

Calisun8: 35

Techgirl10: 15

randomhottiexoxo: 20

Bladecutter25: 40

Poetic Nothingness: 15

Mew of Fire: 20

Jessiemisty: 15

Claudia G.: 15

Sam7418: 20

animenut18: 5

Tai-Ness: 22

Blazing T-Rex: 5

alienphantom: 5

iCharmCaster: 20

chrisATD1: 5

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