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I present: Sleeping Beauty
Merlin-the awesome wizard.
Nimue-destroyed Merlin
Mama Britannia-Morgana Feye, named after Morgana la Fey
Ships: USUK
Many years ago, King Alistair sent out invitations throughout Europe to celebrate the christening of his youngest and only sister. After all, Europe needed something happy to celebrate after Queen of Britannia's untimely death.
"Oi, what the 'ell are we gonae call 'er?" Connor asked.
Bran looked at the sleeping princess in Alistair's arms. "I cannot think of anything good to call her."
"We have to come up with something soon or we're screwed."
Connor snapped his fingers. "Oi mates, I 'ave a plan."
"God help us all." Alistair muttered. "What is it?"
"We pick our favourite book and name her after a woman in it."
Bran raised his eyebrows. "That's not bad. My favourite book is Alice in Wonderland."
"MacBeth."
"Sense and Sensibility."
"For names that leaves out MacBeth." Bran said.
"Amazing women in my book are Elinor and Marianne." Connor said. "We should also name her after mom."
"Alice is my suggestion."
"Alright, since I am older than you and the King, our little sister shall be Princess Alice Morgana Feye Elinora Kirkland."
"My Lords, it is time." the steward announced.
The three brothers took a deep breath and silently congratulating themselves on coming up with a name last minute.
The trumpets sounded and Prince Bran and Prince Connor walked in and stood with pride at the foot of the golden throne. The throne that was once belonged to their mother Queen Morgana Feye Kirkland. The throne that was now King Alistair Kirkland's.
Alistair momentarily got lost in his sister's cooing and her eyes.
'You will never know father because he is dead and was a prick. Mother loved you with her heart. You have her green eyes. Not our red hair though. You have blonde hair but perhaps when you are older, you'll have a more orange color. Please don't have the Kirkland Eyebrows.'
Alistair snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Merlin's booming voice. "-King of Britannia Alistair Fergus Kirkland and the Princess of Britannia."
Trumpets trumpeted and Bran and Connor gave a look that said 'Don't trip" and Alistair smirked and tightened his arms around his baby sister. He would not let harm come to her.
He made it without tripping and the rest of the ceremony was a bore.
"What is her name m'lord?" Merlin whispered.
"Princess Alice Morgana Feye Elinora Kirkland." he whispered.
Merlin took the baby Princess into his arms and lifted her up like the Lion King.
"PRESENTING YOUR PRINCESS, ALICE MORGANA FEYE ELINORA KIRKLAND OF BRITANNIA! LONG LIVE THE PRINCESS!"
The courtiers applauded and cheered.
Then it came time for the Blessings of the Fairies.
A flying green bunny flew up and kissed Alice's forehead. "Sweet child, my gift shall be the gift of Intelligence and Wonder."
A small pixie flew over and also kissed Alice's forehead. "Young Princess, my gift shall be the gift of Dance and Grace."
A silver unicorn trotted up the Royal Advisor and Princess. He whinnied and snorted.
"The Great King of the Unicorns blessed Princess Alice with True Love." Merlin translated.
The crowd cheered and the doors crashed open and thunder roared. Smoke flowed into the room and a woman with deadly beauty entered the dark black hair was tightly braided into an intricate hairstyle and a silver circlet with a crescent moon rested on her head. Her silver eyes were cold as steel and her black and red dress made her look like a queen of damned souls.
She waltz into the throne room and stopped before the the Princes, Merlin, King Alastair, and Princess Alice.
"If it isn't the boy King? Well, I must say that I was miffed that I did not receive an invitation." Her voice was like cold mead; chilling to the bone and mind numbing.
Alistair stepped between Nimue and his baby sister. "My mother banished you on account of high treason."
"Mistakes were made."
"Murder. Murder was made."
Nimue rolled her eyes.
"Whatever boy. I just wanted to give your sister a gift to show that i bear no ill will against the Kirkland throne."
"Nimue, don't try it." Merlin warned, raising his staff.
"Listen well, dalcops. The young Princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, loved by all who see her." Nimue began.
"Nimue, stop this!" Merlin cried.
"Before the sun sets on her seventeenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die a violent death!" Nimue crackled and vanished into a smoke cloud.
Guest screamed and cried and ran out the doors to escape.
"No. No no no no." Bran rushed forward and snatched his baby sister out of Merlin's grasp and held her close.
"Oh sweet baby sister, I will not let her curse take place." Conner vowed.
"I am afraid Prince Connor, Alice is now cursed."
"Bullshit."
"My King?"
"You, Merlin the Wise, a great wizard, can lift the curse."
"I cannot my Lord."
"SAVE MY SISTER!" Alistair roared.
Merlin looked at Morgana's eldest son. It was impossible to see the King when he only saw a terrified seventeen year old and his fourteen year old brothers with the responsibility of a baby and a kingdom. Merlin watched the tears form in their green eyes over the the grief of their sister.
"I cannot remove it. Once a spell is cast, it is cast."
"Damn wizards." Alistair snarled. Connor and Bran hid behind their brother.
"I can however, change it."
Alistair took his sister from Bran, who with great reluctance let her go.
Merlin cradled her cheek, "Young Princess, with this curse upon you, you must live with it. When you prick your finger on a spindle, you will not die. You shall only sleep until you are awaken by the kiss of your true love."
Merlin stepped back.
"Thank you." Connor whispered.
Merlin nodded sadly. He wished he could do more.
...
Prince Alfred rode his horse Seabiscuit through the woods. He had no plan, just a fun day with his favorite horse. It was about late afternoon when Alfred decided to return home when he saw something rising from the forest. It looked like a tower of a castle. Alfred nudged Seabiscuit forward and they rode through the woods.
Once Seabiscuit drew close, Alfred brought his horse to a stop. It looked like the tower was on the other side of the wall of thorn bushes.
"What brings a strapping young lad as yourself to these parts of the woods?" an old man asked.
Where had he come from?
Seabiscuit nickered nervously.
"Adventure good sir. I saw a castle on the other side and wanted to see it closer." Alfred said honestly.
"Then I wish you luck." the old man said.
Alfred heard a rustle behind him and looked back at the wall of thorns. He couldn't believe his eyes; the thorns were receding.
Alfred nudged Seabiscuit and they rode through the path of thorns and came upon an old castle that was unoccupied. Alfred dismounted and lead his horse through the courtyard to the main doors. He tied up Seabiscuit and pushed open the doors and entered the still castle.
Alfred walked past dusty rooms and saw a bunny out of the corner of his eye.
"Chik chik chik. Here bunny bunny. Here girl." Alfred clicked a couple more times before a small brown bunny hopped over and sniffed him.
Alfred tried to pet the bunny but the bunny scampered away.
"Hey, come back!" Alfred cried and followed the bunny.
He followed the bunny up some stairs and through a long hallway into a bedroom. The bunny hopped across the room and onto the bed. Alfred chased after it but tripped and ended up kissing the body on the bed. Alfred righted himself and snatched up the bunny and proceeded to pet it.
"Who are you?"
Alfred froze, if the dead body was going to kill him, he was going to die holding a bunny so he could die happy.
"I asked you a question and I expect an answer." The dead female corpse said in her posh voice.
"Please don't kill me!" Alfred squeezed his eyes shut and held onto the bunny for dear life.
"Kill you? Oh you are a funny one." She laughed. "I am not going to kill you but I would like to look upon the face of my rescuer."
Alfred slowly turned around and did not see a walking, talking corpse. He saw a young lady that had very beautiful green eyes and was very much alive. Alfred fell instantly in love with her.
Princess Alice laughed at how the poor man in her room thought that she was going to kill him. She wasn't going to deny it, but she fell in love with him because he made her laugh. His handsome looks and blue eyes were simply a bonus.
"I believe introductions are in order. I am Princess Alice Morgana Feye Elinora Kirkland of Britannia." She held out her hand.
"I am Prince Alfred Jones of Columbia, one of the North American alliance. It was an honor saving you." He too her hand and kissed it.
They lived happily ever after, but Alice wanted to wage war on Francia because it's king was a frog.
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