Marianne was going to kill Lady Odile.

So far, the luncheon between her, the lady, and Dawn had been going smoothly. The only problem was Odile's subtle questioning of the two's relationships. The princess glanced at Hazel. Somehow, the handmaid had found a patch of shadow in the sunlight filled room. She didn't speak, only moved forward to refill Odile's glass of wine.

"So, Marianne."

The princess glanced from Hazel at the blonde woman. "Yes?"

'Why aren't you the one getting married? I mean, isn't it...traditional for the eldest to marry first?"

Dawn was the one who answered. "Marianne and Bog aren't ready for marriage." She said, sipping her tea. Odile downed her wine, Hazel moving forward. The ruby red liquid spilled into the crystal glass. "Because of Roland."

"Aw, well, can't blame my Rolly for being so handsome." The lady hiccuped. From the flush in her cheeks, Marianne could say that she was very, very drunk. Hazel moved forward to stop her mistress from falling face first.

"I suggest you head to your room, my lady."

Odile looked up at Hazel, so out of it she couldn't remember their company. Disgust was clear on her face. "Don't...tell me...what to do, you disgusting thing!" Dawn gasped, while Marianne watched Hazel. She didn't even look surprised. She had probably dealt with her mistress being drunk before. "You...are so...disgusting!"

"You already called me disgusting." Was the answer as Hazel guided Odile out of the room. She sounded like she had dealt with this before. It was quiet, only broken by the sounds of Odile's drunken cursing and something that sounded like a slap. Finally, a door slammed shut.


Hazel sighed, rubbing her cheek as she shut the door. There was going to be a handprint tomorrow. She turned, nearly running into Roland. "Sir! Did you need-" She was cut off by her being slammed into the door.

"I gave you a simple task, yet you managed to screw that up?"

"What are you talking about?" Hazel asked weakly. Roland slammed her into the door again, this time causing stars to break out in her vision.

"The love potion! Where is it?"

"I sent the elves to find the Sugar Plum Fairy."

Another slam. "They better get here soon-"

"Ma'am!"

Sage and Oak hurried down the hall. The female stepped up to the two fairies, opening her pack. A bottle of pink, glittery dust rested inside. "Hide it until the festival." Hazel ordered, looking around. "We'll strike then."