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Hi guys! Just a quick author's note to give you a heads up about this chapter. It does contain some darker scenes. So, some pretty bad stuff to put it simply. Also, big, huge thank you to everyone who've commented and other stuff on this fic. I keep saying it but I need you guys to know how much I appreciate all the feedback.

Also, again, Italic scenes are flashback scenes.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks for reading.

Queenie stared ahead at the gold, swirling lights through the window, her eyes flickering in every direction with each movement they made. If she wasn't looking, she wouldn't have even been able to tell they'd left the Isle. The journey was so smooth and silent she felt as if she might fall asleep. She wouldn't, of course. She hadn't slept for three days. Her mind was worse now than it had ever been, which was why she was taking such drastic action. If she didn't, she wasn't sure what would happen, she dreaded to even think of it.

The young princess had dreamed of leaving the Island and going to Auradon. Many times she'd envisioned this very moment. It'd been back when she lived with the VK's. Despite their insistence that no one would ever leave the Isle, she couldn't help but dream about it. She'd thought about how they'd even leave, not knowing how one managed to travel over the open water. She'd thought about how she'd feel, how she might feel horrible about leaving her mom behind, but excited to know she'd be given a fresh start, a chance to change who she was for the better. Never had she thought she'd feel as she did now. Sick, tired, alert, anxious; Everything. All the bad and none of the good. Queenie could just thank Jay for actually coming through for her this time. She should have gone with him back when he'd offered instead of staying. She'd been a stubborn bitch and now she was suffering terribly for it.

"Q'." Jay spoke up from the other side of the car, and she hummed to let him know she was listening. "You should try some of this, it's good." He gestured to the strange-looking food, all of a different colour and shape, held in clean, shining jars.

"I'm not hungry." Queenie muttered, turning away from the window. She didn't look at Jay. She couldn't.

The boy sighed but nodded. He wouldn't push. "You thirsty?" He instead opted for something else, hoping she wouldn't refuse it again. His worries were calmed slightly once Queenie nodded, and he handed her a bottle of water. "You need some help?"

Queenie looked down at her cuffed wrists and shrugged. She'd asked him in the letter to bring them, had practically begged him. Her letter to come to Auradon had been given to her the same day a lot of others received theirs. She'd merely put it away in a drawer in her room, praying to whoever that Harry never stumbled upon it. Queenie herself never imagined she'd accept, yet here she was.

Jay slowly moved forward and uncapped the bottle, placing it against Queenie's lips. He moved the bottle as she tilted her head, gulping down the fresh, cold drink. He knew, vaguely, what'd happened back on the Isle. When he came for her after getting her letter, she'd told him everything. Even now it scared the shit out of him. He'd only left her a mere week and a half ago, and hadn't ever thought this could happen to her. He shouldn't have even left her there. He should have dragged her kicking and screaming away from the damned Isle, and away from Harry.

"They won't hurt me. Will they?" Queenie asked quietly, looking through the window once more and finding they were now on solid ground. They were in Auradon.

"You'll be safe here, Q'." Jay reassured firmly. No one would hurt her again. Not now, not ever.

"Did you tell them?" The young girl asked, uninterested in the scene flying by. She wasn't excited, or even nervous. She was downright terrified.

"Only Fairy-Godmother and Ben. Here, you're put into dorm rooms with other people but," Jay paused and shook his head. "You can't be around other people right now."

Queenie nodded in understanding. "I know. They should be scared of me. Hell, I would be scared of me."

"Q', you didn't do anything wrong. You did what Harry told you to do, and that's it. Ben knows how things work on the Isle, we both explained as best as we could to F.G and she says the same. You're innocent." Jay assured, only to frown when Queenie smiled. It wasn't a true smile, it was more of a grimace than anything.

"But I'm not, am I?" She said, finally looking at his face. "Innocent people don't do what I did. They don't have the stomach for it."

Queenie walked hand-in-hand with Harry, letting the insane pirate lead her towards the ship. She knew exactly what he had planned, and every step she took towards the ship made her want to vomit...again. She wasn't evil. She wasn't a goody-goody either, but this? This was madness. It was evil; Plain and simple. To take someone else's life, even on the Isle, was a big step. One not many VK's seemed to take. Harry was so easy to read. He wasn't just excited, he was practically inflated at the idea of killing another person. The worst thing was that Queenie always knew he was capable of doing something so terrible, she even expected it. However, she hadn't ever expected to be dragged into the act itself. Usually when she thought of Harry killing someone, it was always her.

The little princess knew a part of her should be somewhat grateful. Harry's temper was something no one could handle. He let go so easily and so quickly it would take the focus of his rage a while to keep up with the transition. He could've hooked this man in the shop and no one would have said anything, but he didn't. Instead he'd drugged him and locked him in the cells, giving Queenie the opportunity to take revenge on the man who'd helped put her in the tunnel. She knew full well that this was Harry's idea of being generous, but like she always knew, she wasn't wired the same way. She didn't want to hurt someone else, no matter what they'd done to her. Queenie didn't want to hurt Harry, either. If she refused to do this and told him to do it alone, it would hurt him in some way, and she couldn't stand the thought of that.

"We're here, darlin'." Harry told her, and Queenie looked ahead to see the ship in full view. It was dark, but she could still see it. She could practically feel it.

"H-Harry." Queenie stuttered, lightly tugging at his right hand until he stopped to face her. She couldn't do it. "I'm scared, Harry." She admitted.

Harry nodded. He looked down at the girl in front of him, softly smoothing her knuckles with his thumb. "I know, love. But it'll make ye feel better. He hurt ye, left ye for dead. He deserves this. Do ye trus' me, Queenie?" He asked.

"I trust you." Queenie confirmed, enjoying the smile he gave her after.

"Then trus' me when I say it'll make things better. Ye wanna stop feelin' so scared, don' ye? This is the way to do that."

"Q'. Queenie." Jay said loudly.

"Yeah?" She asked, wondering why he was being so abrupt. It was then she realised the car had stopped moving. They'd finally arrived.

"You ready?"

Queenie's face went white. She wasn't ready. She wouldn't ever be ready, not for this. Things had gone way too fast on the Isle. She'd tried to run before she could walk, so to speak, and now her mind was in pieces. She shouldn't have ever attempted to clear her mind so quick, she should have taken the time to learn more about the Isle, to figure out what she could do there instead of diving straight in to the deep end, but she hadn't. She'd been so, so stupid.

"Do you want me to take those off?" Jay asked instead, nodding towards her bound hands.

"No. They make me feel better." Queenie told him, and he nodded.

Jay moved first. He pulled on the door handle and stepped out of the car, leaning down to see Queenie through the opening. "Everyone's in class. They're not allowed to leave until you're in your room. It's just me, Ben and F.G. Don't worry, Queenie. I won't let anyone hurt you."

'No one's ever gonna hurt ye again, love. Not after this.' Harry's voice rang loud and clear in Queenie's head, and she had to forcibly shake him away.

"C'mon Q'." Jay urged gently, offering both hands to the shaky girl. "It's just me."

Queenie took a deep, long breath and eventually gripped Jay's hands, letting him lead her out of the car. She had to remind herself that while Jay had screwed her over, he hadn't ever physically hurt her, and that thought alone was what got her out. She wondered if they'd felt the same when arriving, like they hadn't truly left the Isle. Because, at least to Queenie, it felt like a dream. She felt as if at any moment she'd wake up back in the den, sweating and shaking and crying. She hoped they could save her. If they couldn't, then who could?

When she finally got out, she fought to keep her eyes open. Everything was so bright and colourful, much different to the dreariness and cold air she was familiar with. She was sure any other time she would stop and make sure to take it all in, it was so beautiful, like nothing she'd ever seen before. Instead she found herself with an awful headache, and all of a sudden she was much too hot. The sun shining directly down onto them was new to her, and it would definitely take some getting used to.

"Queenie." An unknown female voice said, and the young girl tore her eyes away from the overwhelming sights before her.

"Who are you?" Queenie wondered out loud, her head tilting slightly to the right. The woman in front of her was short and curvy, dressed in a lovely shade of lilac, with her hair pinned back into an intricate bun. She didn't seem like much of a threat, but the princess couldn't be too sure about that.

"My name is Fair Godmother, most call me F.G." The woman replied, her kind voice accompanied by a warm smile. "I'm going to help you."

Queenie gaped. This woman sounded so sure. "You can help me?" Queenie asked hopefully, and the woman nodded.

"I can promise you that I'll try my very best. If it's okay with you dear?"

Queenie hadn't realised she still held onto Jay, not until the Fair Godmother took a small step forward and held out her own two hands. "Y-you're not mad?" Queenie whispered, looking back at Jay. She needed something, anything to let her know that it was okay to do this. Thankfully, Jay understood and gave her a nod.

"No, I'm not mad." Fairy Godmother assured, and Queenie nodded. She let go of Jay and instead placed her hands, albeit warily, down onto the fairy's. "Oh my..."

Queenie gasped loudly, and almost yanked her palms away. She didn't know this feeling, and she didn't like it. It felt like something, or someone in this case, was slithering through her hands and into her body, looking into both her heart and her mind. She didn't understand it, even as her feelings of anxiety and dread left, being replaced with contentment and relaxation. It was a rather intruding kind of feeling, but it made her calm, so she simply let it happen.

"Godmother?" It was Ben, and he sounded worried. Queenie had been so focussed on everything else she hadn't even noticed he'd been there, watching the entire thing. "Are you alright?"

Queenie took a quick glance at the older woman's face, and all too soon she wished she hadn't. A small sob escaped as she acknowledged each emotional flicker on the woman's face and in her eyes. Her mouth was open, eyes wide in what seemed to be fear and utter horror. She must have been seeing into Queenie, all of her memories and emotions appearing as if on TV.

"Oh my goodness!" The fairy exclaimed, her eyes blurring with tears as she withdrew her hands. "Oh, my dear."

Queenie moved back and hid behind Jay's taller form. She didn't feel scared any more, not as much as she did in the car anyway. Whatever the fairy had done had helped. Queenie felt relaxed, as if for once she had nothing to be scared about. She did, however, feel a little anxious. She wondered if she did something wrong, because she had never been looked at in the way the woman was staring at her now. The emotion didn't register in her mind and that was what concerned her the most.

"F.G.?" Jay asked, his arm held out in front of Queenie. He was going to stick to his word, he wouldn't let them near her until he knew she was safe.

"I'm fine." The fairy told them, coming back to her original self much quicker than any of them anticipated. "I'm okay. I've never seen so much pain before. You're so young, the same age as Jane." Her comment was directed towards Queenie, who still stayed close to her old 'friend'.

"Y-you saw everything?" Queenie asked curiously.

"I did."

"How?"

"Magic." The fairy said simply. "We don't use it often, we prefer to teach our students how to live without it. In your case, however, we may have to take a different approach. We need to settle you, young one, and magic might be the only way to do that."

Queenie stepped out from behind Jay, hoping she wasn't being an idiot...again. "Can you take it away? The pain, the memories. All of it. Please help me." She begged miserably.

The fairy cleared her throat. "I can't take it away dear, there's so much." Queenie deflated almost immediately. They couldn't help her. "But I can hide it, somewhere in your mind. Only with your permission, Queenie. I'll understand if you don't-"

"Take it." Queenie demanded. "Please, make it stop."

"Of course, darling. I'm going to help you, I promise."

The sudden realisation that this woman could, and would, help her got to Queenie. She felt an abrupt sensation of overwhelming gratitude and it brought her to her knees. Literally. Her legs gave out and she fell down onto the gravelled pavement, one hand against her chest while the other strayed to her eyes that were, once again, releasing tears. For so long she'd wished and prayed for someone to take all the pain away, but never had she once thought that someone really could. It was clear that she wasn't brave or strong enough to fight it on her own. Maybe a little magic would be the answer.

Queenie followed Harry through the ship and down into the cells, attempting to steal some of his confidence away through their linked hands. He may have thought she was ready after their small talk on the docks, but she was no where near. The only thing that kept her going was Harry. His promise, his words, his actions, anything he ever did. Maybe he was right, maybe this could finally be her answer. After this she could finally move on from what happened and start anew, hopefully with him.

The salty air was stronger down below, she realised. The odour filled her nostrils and she could practically taste the sea on her tongue. While Harry was made to travel the water, she wasn't. She preferred land and the stability it brought, not an untameable, unpredictable force like the open ocean. Although, when she thought of it a little harder, maybe she could grow to like it. After all, Harry was much the same. His emotions could change as quickly as the weather did, his rage like crashing waves against the rocks, soaking anyone who got too close.

"He's in this one." Harry declared, and they stopped.

Queenie gulped and turned her body. The cells were dark, illuminated by a few candles resting on a shelf against the wall. Only when Harry picked up a nearby lantern and came back over did she truly see what the man looked like. It was a sight she knew would forever burn in the back of her mind. She remembered him all right. The old scar beneath his left eye, his black hair with streaks of grey. She knew it was his eyes she'd always be able to place, the way he'd looked down at her back when he'd almost killed her, like she was no better than a dirty cat rummaging through the trash for some leftovers. Queenie couldn't see his eyes, though. Harry had gotten started before bringing her there and he certainly hadn't held anything back.

"W-what did you do with the other one?" Queenie asked Harry.

"Nothin' really. Had Jonas take 'im somewhere, he should be back with yer mum by now." He replied, and she nodded.

A loud, pain-filled groan came from the man and Queenie flinched. She watched as he moved, only able to fidget. He'd been tied to a rather unstable looking chair, his arms firmly held behind while his two ankles were tied to the front legs. His armour, which she'd seen him wearing in Uma's place, was long gone. The only thing covering his body was a pair of ripped trousers, and even they were more strips of fabric than they were clothing.

"C'mon Queenie." Harry sighed impatiently, tugging something from around his neck over his head. A key, she soon noticed.

"Uh, Harry," Queenie muttered uneasily. He was leaning forward, jamming the key into the lock and twisting until it popped open.

"It's all right, darlin'. He can' hurt ye, not any more." Harry promised. He didn't know that it wasn't fear of her mom's old guard keeping her at bay, it was the fact she knew what was going to happen when she stepped inside the cell. What she'd have to do to him.

When Queenie didn't move with him, Harry seemed to get a little agitated. He quickly put one hand behind her neck, attempting to keep calm as he drew her closer.

"H-help."

Queenie strained to hear what the guard was saying, but she did eventually hear it. He wanted help, not that she could blame him. She was astounded at how he was even still breathing. Both his eyes were swollen shut, completely blackened from the beating he'd received. His arms and chest were covered in cuts, bruises, gashes and more. His legs, which she'd thought Harry had left untouched, had two thick and corked nails embedded through the top of his thighs. He was an utter mess, and it was hard for her to even glance, much less stare directly at.

"You didn't waste any time." Queenie remarked, her brown eyes flickering to the side. She hoped that making light of the very dark situation would make her feel better. It didn't.

"Well," Harry shrugged, removing his hat. "I couldn' let ye have all the fun now, could I? After all lass, this man hurt my princess, I had ta get a few digs in." He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair, keeping it there as he looked at the man in thought. "So, how do ye wanna do this?"

His question caught her off guard. "H-huh?" She muttered dumbly, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"This is your time, lass. He hurt ye, remember, whatever ye wanna do now is up to ye."

For a moment, she was quiet. The first time Harry fully and openly relinquished control to her and it was how a man would die. He really had to choose his moments wisely. "What would you do?" She settled on asking. Queenie hadn't planned on killing anyone, so she had absolutely no idea what to do now. She still didn't want to, not completely. There was something in the back of her mind whispering, telling her that this was a very, very bad idea. She ignored it.

Harry seemed rather pleased with this question, though she wasn't too surprised. It was chance for him to inflict more pain, of course he'd take it so willingly. "Me?" He asked, apparently touched at the thought of her requesting his help for this.

Queenie's stomach twinged with nerves as Harry silently strode behind her, his breath warm and heavy against her hair. His right hand lightly took hold of her waist, and she felt him pull her back against his chest. They didn't move, not at first. Queenie closed her eyes and decided to just feel. His heart was beating fast and hard, his breathing coming quicker as the seconds went by. The hand against her hip moved to slide up to her chest and she ignored the way his many rings stung her skin with how cold they were. It wasn't warm in the cells, it was practically freezing, and yet she'd never felt so hot. When Harry was this close, everything else melted away.

"I would hook him." Harry whispered into her ear. He gently moved them both forward and for the first time in so long, Queenie knew she had nothing to fear, not when Harry was around. So she let him. "I would dig so hard into his throat 'till he was coughin' up blood, chokin' on it." His voice had changed. It seemed deeper somehow, firmer than it had ever been.

Queenie took a breath, opening her eyes and seeing the cloudy air she'd released due to the cold. It was back. That weird, delighted sensation she'd felt back in the shop when Harry kissed her. Now, though, it was stronger and much harder to ignore. Her heart was practically pounding, and she thought it might come ripping out of her chest. Why was she so happy? He was telling her how he'd kill someone and she was hanging onto his every word as if he were telling her a lovely bedtime story. There was seriously something wrong with her.

"I want to do it." Queenie finally said, rubbing her nose against his cheek. It was the right thing to do. After this was done she'd feel amazing, maybe she'd even be like Harry.

"Then go ahead, love." Harry turned his head towards hers, and even in the dark she could still see his eyes. Those eyes she adored so much. "Kill him, Queenie."

"Not like that." Queenie objected lightly, feeling a cold weight in the palm of her hand. A knife. "I want to 'hook' him."

Queenie trailed behind Jay closely, keeping him within touching distance as they entered the large building. She kept her eyes trained on the back of his sleeveless jacket, attempting to keep her thoughts good as she followed. They weren't too willing to comply, apparently. All she could think about was what would happen if the Fairy's magic didn't work. She would be screwed then, and thrown away in their dungeons like the criminal she was. She wouldn't fight it, she deserved whatever they could do to her.

"You okay?" Jay said, looking back over his shoulder to see her. He didn't stop, but he did slow down enough for her to be walking next him, instead of behind.

"Honestly?" Queenie asked quietly, making sure the other two couldn't hear her. Jay nodded and she continued. "I'm fucking terrified."

"They won't let anything happen, Q'. They're good people. This isn't the Isle, you're safe here, I swear." Jay reassured. "If anything goes bad I'll get you out. I won't leave you again."

The young princess shook her head. He was still hanging on to that. Not that she couldn't understand it, even she'd been cursing him out back on the Isle for all they'd done, but things were different now. Jay's betrayal, along with that of the VK's, was the last thing she was worried about. The guard's face before he died was at the forefront of her mind. How his blood spilled out of his throat and down his neck. Even now it scared the living daylights out of her, and it always would. Every time she closed her eyes she saw him, he was why she couldn't sleep any more. Maybe after the Fairy was done it wouldn't hurt so much. The things she'd done wouldn't seem like such a big deal any more, and the stabbing ache she felt in her chest at leaving Harry back on the Isle would simply fade away. They were big things to hope for, but she was in Auradon now, and maybe wishes really did come true here.

"Here we are." Ben stated, gesturing towards a wooden door in front of them.

"What is it?" Queenie asked inquisitively, her gaze landing on the shiny plaque nailed into the door. "Is that my name?"

"This is your room, Q'." Jay confirmed, a small smile appearing on his face. "All yours." He took the handle and twisted, pushing the door open for her to see inside.

Queenie swiftly entered the room, her eyes wide with awe and delight. The room itself was enormous, much like the main room back in her den had been. There was a large, four poster bed in the middle and against the windows, covered in multiple pillows and blankets. There were two, white-coloured side-tables on either side with beautiful lamps and other simple items. An enormous wardrobe stood near another wall, though she knew that would be empty and would continue to be since she hadn't brought anything with her. It was a marvellous sight, one she felt she didn't deserve to see. It was all hers, so much for one little person.

"Is it all right?" Queenie heard Ben ask from the doorway, and she finally turned to the three.

"It's...I can't even. All of this is for me?" She gasped with joy, the tips of her fingers feeling the soft curtains. "How did you know I liked these colours?" While the room was still light and cheerful, she'd noticed a lot of red, black and white's decorating almost everything.

"Evie decorated, she remembered what you like." Ben was talking, but Queenie couldn't bring herself to focus on his voice. There was so much. "We also had this put up."

Queenie paid more attention when Ben came into the room, moving towards a portrait on the wall. It was a city, that much she knew, but she had no idea where it was. "I don't know where that is." She admitted, almost shamefully.

"It's Wonderland, Queenie. Where you're from. Your Aunt had it made for you when she heard you were coming here." Ben explained, and Queenie turned.

"My aunt?" She repeated, eyes showing both confusion and slight worry. Her mom wasn't the nicest person, what if she had enemies here in Auradon?

"Your mom's sister. You knew that, right?"

She didn't. Her mother very rarely spoke of any of their family, especially Queenie's father. It was a topic the princess had learnt early on to stay clear of, and even when she was curious she never asked. But an Aunt? Someone with the same blood that didn't want to hurt her? It was a startling thing to hear.

"Queenie?" The Fairy Godmother called, and she looked. "It's time."

"Time for what?" Queenie asked fearfully. She saw Jay and Ben glance at each other, but she couldn't read what their eyes were saying.

"We were hoping you'd feel more comfortable here, as this is where we'll be doing our magical sessions." The Fairy explained, and Queenie's brows furrowed.

"Sessions, as in more than one? How long will it take?" Now she was really worried. That feeling back when she'd got out of the car might have helped, but it wasn't a completely nice one. Having someone see all of her, to truly see inside her head and everything she'd done and been through wasn't a good thing. She'd only thought to do it one more time, not multiple.

"I'm a strong Fairy, Queenie. If I can do all of it in one session, I will. But you have to know that with a mind as broken as yours, it may take a while."

Queenie could only nod. At least the woman was apologetic about it all. "Okay. And this will help?"

"It will definitely help." The Fairy stated, then gesturing towards the bed. "Shall we?"

"Queenie." Jay said, unbinding her hands and taking them firmly into his own. "I'll be here, okay? You'll be fine. I trust her."

"I know you trust her, Jay." Queenie muttered, approaching the large bed. "But that doesn't mean I have to."

"Just get comfortable, dear." The Fairy soothed.

Queenie started by removing her jacket, tossing it to the side and taking off her boots afterwards. She shuffled down until she lay straight, her head resting comfortably on the nest of frilly pillows. "Jay." She called.

Her old 'friend' didn't say anything. He carefully sat next to her head, letting her weave the fingers of her left hand with his right and holding tight. "I'm here, Q'."

There was something wrong. A worried pang gripped at Queenie's stomach and refused to leave. Every other time she'd had this feeling things usually went South, and she wanted to tell herself that this time was different, that they were in a different place now and nothing bad would happen to her, but it didn't help. She didn't know why she was so scared. If Jay trusted this Fairy to help her, then she had no reason to be worried. It didn't matter what she told herself, something was looming near and she didn't like it one bit.

"Are we ready?" The Fairy asked cheerfully, and Queenie almost jumped off the bed, almost told them to 'shove it' and that she was going home, but she didn't. She had to fix her mind, and this was the last time she'd try.

"I'm ready." She tried to sound sure, but she was still so agitated, so nervous.

The Fairy nodded and accepted Queenie's answer. She sat on a pulled-up chair and leaned over slightly, placing both hands against Queenie's temples. "I'm so sorry, dear."

The regret and apology wasn't lost on the young princess. She made to move and demand what the woman meant, but she didn't have the time. In a manner of seconds, a searing pain shot through her head and stayed in one place, and she thought her mind would explode from the sensation.

Queenie let out a loud, ear-shattering scream, so forceful it burned her throat. The only thing she thought about before her vision left and all consciousness faded was that she hadn't just screamed nothing, a name had clearly left her lips.

'Harry'.

The Isle was silent. It seemed no one, not even the villains, were eager to leave their houses or places of ownership that night. There was something in the air, a dangerous, panic-inducing sort of feeling. No one knew why, no one even questioned it. They let it be, none eager to find out why things were so tense, and they were wise in that decision.

Harry whistled a merry tune as he moved quickly down narrow alleyways and confusing turns, bouncing as he saw a red-painted building within view. He smiled, chuckling lightly as he neared. His plans were already in motion. All he had do to was this one, last thing, and then he could go back to his princess. He'd told her to take a long bath, letting her know she needed to wash away all that blood and grime. Even if the sight did turn him on just a little.

He knocked three times on the doors, loud and clear so that whoever was inside was sure to hear. Soon enough it swung open, the guard he'd let go from the shop stood straight and to attention in front of him.

"Yes?" The man asked with a bored tone, recognizing the pirate almost immediately.

"Hello again." Harry greeted. "I've got a present for ye queen, from 'er lovely little daughter." He tossed the heavy object to the guard who caught it at the last minute, his eyes hardening.

"I'll have to check it first." He said, and Harry nodded in understanding.

"Oh, I know. Jus' make sure she gets it, yeah?" Harry wasn't too happy about that. He'd really hoped to see the Red Queen's own face when she saw what he'd brought, what his lovely little princess had done just for him. It was a beautiful, if not slightly disgusting, sight. The guard's fear would keep him happy for now though.

"What the fuck is this?!" The guard exclaimed with annoyance, unwrapping all the dirty rags impatiently. Only when the dirt turned to a thick, red substance did he falter, his eyes occasionally flickering towards Harry with some suspicion.

"It's a bit funny, really." Harry spoke, eyeing the man's hands as they moved the cloth aside. "Ye frien' asked me if I could take someone's head. I don' think he ever thought I'd really do it."

The guard shouted and cursed as he dropped the offending object to the floor, shuffling back as he rubbed his blood-covered hands on his armour in an effort to clean them.

"She's a temperamental one, that Queenie." Harry told the man, completely unaffected by the repulsion on his face, or the severed head rolling across the tiled floor. "But I love 'er anyway. Have a good night, mate." And with that, he walked away, whistling his favourite tune as he hurried on back. His princess was waiting for him.

AN

Hey! Just me again. This chapter was a bit long, and maybe a bit confusing but I feel the need to tell you that the next chapter will be the last one. I've enjoyed this story so much but it is coming to a close.

Queenie is in Auradon and a lot of that will be explained, just not at this moment.

Anywho, thank you so much for all the review, favourites and Follows. Make sure to leave a review and let me know what you think of this chapter.

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