A/N: Hi again! :)
Briella's POV
Two years in the future…..
Briella sat quietly in her large bed chamber which she shared with the King, Cyprus Blackburn. She should have said 'with her love' or something wifey like that, but in truth she had no love for the King. Her heart belonged to their new child which was playing with the Nanny as of right now.
Honestly, she would've done anything to not have had a child, to ensure Sir Daxton would not be able to hold her to her word. Even worse, since her last night in the cell, she hadn't seen him. Apparently he'd retired, although Briella knew he was protecting his hide from her word which suddenly had more power then his. Not much, yes, although she was crowned Queen of Luna when she'd been forced into marriage.
Truth was, she'd also been forced into having a child. Cyprus had wanted an heir for the throne, and he wouldn't listen to her warnings. It was horrible, their marriage, the child's future, all of it.
When night fell, the door opened and Cyprus walked in. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and yes- he was in fact in love with her. She didn't refuse or put up a fight when he walked over, wrapping a steady arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. What was she to do? If she refused, she would be killed. Though one would argue her new situation was better than the last, at least in her prison cell she hadn't been shoved into a fake life.
Briella waited until he fell asleep. Then, she quietly slipped from the dark red covers and grabbed a jacket which hung from one of many hooks in their room. Slipping it on, she grabbed a rope she'd secretly been weaving. Already, part of it was tied to a pillar in their room, though Cyprus never noticed such things.
Flinging it through the window, Briella gripped it tightly and swung her legs over the windowsill and began to quietly climb down the castle walls. She was positive no one would notice her, not this late at night.
Finally, after half an hour it seemed of painstakingly clinging to the rope for dear life, Briella's feet touched the warm sand of the Artemisia beach. Looking around, she unsheathed a dagger, which she had smuggled from the armory.
For an hour she ran, to the end of the dome. That was when she heard a voice that was painstakingly familiar coming from a small alley nearby. Slowly, cautiously, she crept towards it.
"That foolish girl- two more weeks and the child will be mine. After all, who could possibly guess the name 'Rumpelstiltskin? Physically and psychologically impossible! Ha!" the voice exclaimed. Briella silently memorized that name, before turning back and running towards the castle. A plan had formed in her mind.
The next day, the guards found Briella on the side of the grand staircase leading into the castle, bound by the wrists with a gag. Briella was a girl of many tricks, and pretending she had been kidnapped was one of them, oddly.
They rushed towards her, panic clouding their eyes. Swiftly they cut through her bonds.
"My Queen, what happened? We have been searching for you ever since!" one of the guards exclaimed worriedly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to help steady her.
"I was kidnapped from my bed chambers! By…. By a man named Rumpelstiltskin. You may know him as Sir Daxton," Briella replied, proud at how strong her voice was. Their gazes were confused, but Briella lead them to the alley, and there the coward lay sleeping under a ratty blanket.
"Sir Daxton? I mean- Rumpelstiltskin, you are under arrest by order of the crown!" The other guard boomed. They rushed towards him before he could move, binding his arms tight behind his back. With an evil glare, he looked up to see a smirking Briella.
"I win the deal- I guessed it. And I'm afraid, not only has this fun game ended, but your life has, as well."
A/N: Hi guys! That was kind of a weird ending, I wasn't too sure how to end it, if you liked please let me know by reviewing the story, and if you have any other ideas for fractured fairy tales I'd be more than glad to write them!