A/N: This one's shorter then my other chapters, and sorry for not updating like I said my internet was down till the 19th, so it sucked!
Elizabeth- April 5th, 1600-Denamark, France
"The wedding is set to be on the score of June, Elizabeth I'm importing the dress from Spain. The tassel is firmly printed with a delicate twist of gold and the cotton stitching is hand-made by St. Clardeneta's." Elizabeth Howl stared boringly at her mother, her dainty fingertips pressed lightly against her cheek. In less then two months she would become Queen Elizabeth of Greece. The thought of Matthew becoming her husband was still unsettling in her stomach; she glanced over at Emma and Margaret. They spoke in hushed tones at the corner of the table, Queen Melona still speaking of the wedding a dazed expression caught on her face.
A scattered looking Princess Angelina entered, a look of pure terror appeared on her face. Queen Melona looked up, and Princess Elizabeth sat up immediately. She was not about to be charmed by this mad appearance by this "princess". "My queen and…" She bit her pink lip, and slipped the bitter word from her mouth, "lady." Elizabeth's lips lifted in a slow and leading smile, she liked the iron ridge the words held.
"Do you have a reason of being late, miss?" Elizabeth spat, her words flamed with anger and vengeful taste. Angelina's pretty head snapped up and glared at the princess, "To me you look like you came straight from the pig house." Her cheeks flushed with color, Elizabeth bit her tongue to keep from a laugh slipping out. But the queen ever vigilant and wary, snapped at Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth Ann Howl! You will do no such thing as insult your lady!" Angelina's face became smug and haughty. Elizabeth's upper lip curled into a pout and she crossed her arms in a denied pose. The princess, being the type to usually pout when her way was not given. She tucked a golden blade of hair behind her ear and got up.
"I have to use the facilities," Her mother narrowed her cold calculating blue eyes at her, the duo of Howls glared at each other. Elizabeth was just as strong willed as her mother, and was willing to fight to the death for the thing she wanted. The queen finally released her gaze on her bull-headed daughter; the princess splashed her hair behind her shoulders, and walked out of the court room.
Elizabeth felt her teeth unclench, and her temper ease. She needed to escape the castle's cold grey walls. She walked out onto the dewy morning grass, as it touched her heels they slowly sunk into the soft soil. She ran through the fields and went to the top of the hill where her brothers would practice fencing, Eden was absent from her usual shady spot under the evergreen tree. The way the sky was that day reminded Elizabeth of something that chilled her blood. The sky was blue, but the dawn of the day still reached up to the clouds and touched it. The effect created a bleeding effect.
She lay down on the cool damp grass, her golden hair fanning out around her head. She stared up at the sky; a pounding of hooves was tapping the ground. Elizabeth sat up and stroked the wet grass, the dew sliding off in gently drops onto the dirt. Troy and André ran past, the two battling with swords in their hands. Their horses also kicking and biting, it was quite gory. The grass came out in clumps and the dust rose and the boy's shouts and complaints wafted over to Elizabeth's ears. She lay back, and then something happened. Something that would haunt the princess to her bitter core, forever.
"Prince André! Princess Elizabeth! Come quickly! THE KING'S BEEN MURDERED!" A cold wind sliced through Elizabeth like a knife, her whole world dropped. Everything went dark and grey, the small stable boy shouted words of fierce fear and hostility. He leaped up and down and moved his mouth, but no words came out. The world slowed, Elizabeth felt herself being pushed André picked her up. Elizabeth went limp and everything was gone.
Emma- Same Place and Time
A shock so horrible whipped across the girl's face. She couldn't stop staring yet, her whole being screamed at her to move, to turn away, to run, but nothing could make her stop. The blood pooled underneath the king's gemmed coat and the beautiful emerald green eyes lay open and staring at the world in a blank matter. Emma hadn't known she had been screaming but Gabriel was suddenly there, his warm arms around her. She could see tears in the boy's eyes.
Gabriel was usually so boisterous and rough, but the boy had a young heart. His boyhood was still drifting around him; he pushed Emma's head into his shoulder, forcing himself not to look at his dead father. The Queen and James broke through the doors, James leading his regiment, and the Queen marching across the floor with a quick and sudden anger.
Melona showed no sadness this served to just ploy a harsh madness. She saw the body of her husband and dropped to the ground. Her sobs echoed in the emptiness of the room, she shrieked and clawed and her own skin as if to rid herself of a horrible rash. James's arms wrapped around the queen, she screamed and kicked. Her eyes wide and the jewel eyes were only frozen pieces of ice.
Arden, Sake, Mary, Peggy, Margaret, and Princess Angelina came rushing into the marble chamber. There was a scream unleashed. Gabriel still hushed Emma but her eyes caught the pictures and faces, it was all so disturbingly clear. Then a scream so utterly horrible was unleashed, a horrible gut-wrenching sob of grief so deep. It could only have been one person. Eden.
"Father! Father! Father, you can't be dead! Father! FATHER!" Arden clenched the girl's shoulders and backed her away; Arden's face a portrayal of grimace and grief. Coldness had struck the castle and no one had ever felt it so great. Emma could not remember of a time where the castle wasn't at peace, when Denmark hadn't been erupted. Now it had been.
James-Same Place and Time
No, no, it can't be. The king…he can't be dead. He was sworn to protect Him! How…how could He be dead? Louis had been killed under his own watch… HOW COULD THE KINGDOM BE IN PERIL! There was Elizabeth…limp in André's arms, how could he focus. Everyone he had known, André, Gabriel, Elizabeth, Eden, Queen Melona, Autumn, King Louis, and Troy. How could they all be here, in the same state? How could Queen Melona, usually so level-headed and strict and clear, be mad? How could Eden be crying in a corner when she was so strong? How could his love be limp with grief? How could it be? There was a light this morning in the sunrise, there were stars in the sky last night, and now there was madness… There was insanity and grief all boiling into a melting pot, all washing together to create a monster so great that nothing could become of it. Then it hit James, this was part of the plan. They were pawns in someone's sick and twisted game for Louis's Crown.
He would find whoever had done this and he would kill him, rip them to shreds, and destroy him. It would be done.