"Breathe, Snow, breathe," David pleads. He's pulled Snow in the darkest corner of Ella's courtyard, behind a small storage shed and he is trying his best to comfort her.
Snow bends over, dry heaving.
"Come on, try to breathe," he says.
Snow raises upright long enough to glare at him. "I am not giving birth David! Please stop trying to monitor my breathing!" she snaps at him, then she covers her mouth again, fully aware that she is directing all her frustration and anger at David who is just trying to help. Her getting trapped in the siren's song is not his fault. If anything, he is the reason she managed to survive it last night, he is the reason she is not laying in a hospital bed in a coma somewhere, just like Noreen, so she covers her mouth to prevent any more angry words from coming out.
"I'm sorry," she rasps, reaching for his hand. "I am so sorry. I am getting angry again. I'm sorry."
David looks at her surprised. She is certainly managing to remain calmer than she did last night.
And then Snow dry heaves again. "David, it hurts, do something!" she pleads.
"Tell me what to do," he replies. "Snow, I don't know what to do!"
Snow shakes her head. Even thought Rowan is certainly in no mood to sing at the moment, having just figured out that there was some strong dark magic that was inexplicably altering his daughter's appearance, Snow can still hear an echo of his song, loud and clear in her mind. And the music is clouding her senses, hurting her, making her feel sick. It is taking all her willpower not to rush back to Rowan and beg him for a song.
"I don't know," she manages. And then the strangest idea pops into her head.
"Sing to me?" she asks.
"What?"
"Could you sing to me?"
David thinks its absurd that she should think his voice could compete with the siren's song. But he has no better solutions to offer. Snow is leaning against the wall, struggling to breathe, and David is desperately trying to think of a song, any song will do. His mind has gone completely blank, he cannot think of a single song, not even a rhyme or a jingle. And then a children's song pops in his head, a forgotten melody his fifth grade class sang at a school recital when he was a boy.
"Close your eyes, let my song carry you
to fields of gold and sunsets of blue
Open your wings let the wind carry you
to the edge of the world where dreams come true
where dragons dance and eagles fly and we laugh and play until morning
won't you close your eyes let my love carry you
to mountains of ice and fountains of gold
open your heart let the stream carry you
to the edge of the world where magic flows free..."
On an on he goes, with lyrics and stanzas he had no idea he still remembered, and he is surprised to see Snow's shoulder's relax, and her back straighten. She's closed her eyes and she is almost smiling, breathing easier. David pulls her closer, her back now leaning against his chest, his voice getting softer. Snow turns around, her eyes still closed, her forehead leaning against his shoulder. And then she raises her hand to wipe her eyes, and that's how he knows she is crying.
He tries to pull back, he is looking so worried, but Snow clings to him.
"I'm feeling so much better," she whispers.
"You are crying... Does it still hurt?" he asks.
"It's the strangest feeling," she struggles to explain. "It felt as though I was lost in the creepiest, deadliest part of the forest, and I couldn't get out, and then your voice... I could see it, like a golden string, I could touch it, and follow it, all the way home..." She pauses briefly, then she leans back to look at him. "That song... I used to know that song..."
"Oh, it's the only song I could think of at the moment," he shrugs.
"Well, you couldn't have chosen a better song if you tried. It brought all sort of memories back," Snow smiles, but her eyes are welling up. "When my mother died, my father was looking for any excuse to leave the castle and travel. He took me on a memorial day celebration in the Southern kingdom. The local schools were participating and they sang that song... and I... I felt like they sang it just for me..."
"What year was this?" he frowns.
"Um, it'd have to be '98 or '99, why?"
David looks stunned. "Because, Snow, the year that the royals form the North visited the memorial day celebration, I was there. My class sang that song!"
Snow's eyes open wide. "You were there!" she cries out. And then Tink appears right in front of them, interrupting them.
"How is it going?" she asks. "Is Snow feeling better? Because if she is, I could sure use your help. I can't keep them all frozen much longer!"
"Frozen? What do you mean frozen?" David looks really alarmed.
"I had to do something," Tink shrugs.
David and Snow rush back to Thomas, Rowan and Lia.
"What did you do?" David gasps.
Because the scene hasn't changed since he pulled Snow away.
Thomas is standing there frozen in place, staring at Lia who is crying, looking at the guards about to pull Rowan away.
"How did you do that?" Snow is looking more impressed than worried.
"It's not too difficult. I could teach Emma how to do that if you like," Tink smiles brightly at Snow.
"No, thank you!" David intervenes. "Please, don't!" he adds, hastily. "This was an excellent solution, Tink, but you need to unfreeze anyone. I don't know what kind of trouble we could get into if anyone noticed this!"
"It was either that, or watch Thomas hurt his daughter in ways that cannot be repaired, by arresting her father," Tink notes.
"Yes, but...-" David hesitates.
"I'm not sure about that," Snow replies, observing Thomas closely. "I think he would have done the right thing..."
Tink waves her hands and everyone is back to normal.
Lia screams "Daddy!" one more time.
Thomas looks at his daughter, then looks at Rowan who is struggling to put a brave face on for the sake of his daughter.
"Please, go inside sweetheart," he pleads again. "Go be with the princess!"
And Thomas looks at his child, it's more like he is facing a mirror of his and Ella's reflection, the large pleading eyes, the set lips, but then there is anger there too. Lia is confused, and lost and angry.
Thomas raises his hand in the air, halting the progress of his guards.
"Would you listen to your father," Thomas asks Lia softly. "Would you do as he asks, please?"
Lia's eyes dart form the prince to Rowan. "What's going on?" she asks the prince.
"That's what we are trying to figure out," he replies.
"But why are the guards taking my Dad away? What did he do?"
"It's quite complicated," Thomas starts, "but he might have stolen from us..."
"My Dad is not a thief!" Lia crosses her arms and faces the prince.
And Thomas is looking at this child, his child, facing up to him, and he realizes in all his grief, he never prepared himself for a child that grew up loving someone else as her father. This isn't Celia or Robbie or Cedric, he can't just hug her or tickle her, she is never going to reach up to him and beg him to pick her up. That part of her childhood is gone. He swallows hard.
He takes a step backwards, then he turns to David and Snow. "A little help please," he asks, his voice cracked.
Snow steps forward. "Lia, if I promise you that no one is going to hurt Rowan, will you go stay with the princess and the babies, just for tonight? Until things get sorted out?"
"No one is going to hurt my father?" Lia turns to the prince. And Thomas takes another step back. She means him no harm of course, but her voice calling the man who most likely cooperated with the Dark One, and kept his daughter away from him for nine whole years her father, that is what hurts him the most.
"Rowan will be safe, I promise," Thomas manages. Lia lets Snow lead her away.
David places his hand on Thomas's shoulder.
"This is all going to get better from here," he says encouragingly.
Rowan's shoulders slope. "Why... what am I being arrested for?" and then with a voice that sounds even more uncertain he adds, "What is it that I am supposed to have stolen?"
And David faces the man who trapped his wife in a song. "You'll get your answers soon," he replies, and he lets the guards lead him away.
David walks in the room Rowan is being held in. "I need your cooperation, I'm going to ask you a few questions and I need you to tell mt the truth."
Rowan nods. "You work with Snow White," he replies. "I trust you."
"Talk to me about the day your daughter was born. Were you in the room with her?" David asks.
Rowan looks confused, but he answers the question. "My wife was already sick and then she had complications at childbirth. They wouldn't let me inside the room with her. And then a fairy came out, and handed me the child. Told me that my wife didn't make it," Rowan is looking down, his hand clenching the edge of his seat.
"And the dark amulet? How did you get it?" David continues.
"It was my mother's," Rowan explains. "When the fairy handed me the child, she had already put it on a string around the baby's wrist. She said I was very lucky to have inherited this from my mother, and I should never let the child take it off. So I didn't. When she got older, we placed it on a silver chain around her neck..."
"Did you notice her appearance changing when you took if off her wrist?"
"We only took it off once, long enough to hang it on her neck, and I thought it was a trick of the light..." Rowan shrugs. "I didn't think it had anything to do with dark magic... Could you please tell me what's going on?"
"Yes, I certainly will, but first I need to have more information," David continues. "When was the child born?"
"First day of April," Rowan replies.
David shakes his head. Looks like the Dark One planned everything perfectly, including the date of the baby's abduction.
"Listen, Rowan, if what you say checks out, you might just be an innocent man, tangled up in a story that had nothing to do with you...-"
"Lia is mine!" Rowan insists.
"Hear me out," David continues. "Nine years ago Thomas and Ella had a baby daughter. A baby daughter that disappeared seven days after she was born. She disappeared on April first..."
"I'm sorry about their loss, but they can't go around taking other people's children, no matter how royal they are, that just isn't right..."
"And I'd agree with you, except your daughter was wearing an appearance changing amulet, and then the amulet came off and she looks exactly like Ella and Thomas... and we have reasons to suspect that it is the amulet your mother was using to also alter her appearance. She was a siren and was able to conceal that fact from the world... But according to Tink, wearing that amulet probably shortened her lifespan considerably..."
Rowan leans back on his chair and sighs. "My mother died when she was my age..."
David nods. "You don't want Lia wearing that, do you?"
"No, of course not," Rowan is looking horrified. "If I knew it had to do with black magic I'd never would have let her wear it..."
"Tell me more about the fairy that handed you the child..."
"I don't remember anything about her."
"Was she wearing a distinctive color or...-"
Rowan shakes his head. "I remember nothing. I was consumed by grief. I mean, I knew my wife would die soon but still..."
"You knew?"
"Yeah, in fact I expected her to die sooner... look, my wife had a rare genetic disorder. She wasn't supposed to live past twenty. She wasn't supposed to be able to bear children. But she did."
And when David doesn't reply right away Rowan mistakes his silence for judgement and explains himself further.
"I know what you are thinking. Why did we even get married? If I knew she would die soon why would I even... Why would I put myself through that? Because Malia and I grew up together. Because she was my best friend, because she was part of my soul, because we were meant to be together. Because... Because we were young and naive and thought death wasn't strong enough to tear us apart. Or maybe because I wanted to do anything in my power to give her a happy amazing good year. And I did... We did... We were so happy... and then she got pregnant, even though she shouldn't be able to... she said this was certainly a magical baby, a magical child, this way when she passed I wouldn't be alone..."
Rowan wipes his eyes. And David is stunned to be looking at a man whose past might be even more complicates than his own. Did the dark one manipulate Rowan and his wife to think they were pregnant? Did the Dark One keep Rowan's wife alive long enough for his plan to work? Or even worse, did the Dark One end Malia's life just in time to give Rowan Ella's baby?
There is a soft knock at the door. David excuses himself and steps out. Snow is waiting for him.
"Well?" she asks.
"If his story checks out, he is innocent," David replies. "He was just as manipulated by the Dark One as Ella was..."
"Lia is asleep, it's time to test the children. If you think he is innocent then I'm thinking that Rowan should be present for this too, but you are going to have to talk to Thomas and Ella... tell them that it's very likely Rowan did nothing wrong..."
After talking to Thomas, Snow, David and Rowan quietly step into the children's bedroom. Robbie, Celia and Cedric are asleep, snuggled up together in the same bed, just like they do every night. Lia is asleep in the bed next to them. Ella and Thomas are waiting for them anxiously.
Tink is already waving her hands.
"A fairy DNA test? This isn't going to hurt Lia, is it?" Rowan asks.
"It's not," Ella replies.
Once again the threads become visible, this time connecting Thomas and Ella's hearts together. There are lines that connect the triplets to both Thomas and Ella. Tink moves closer to Lia.
"Find your parents!" she urges dropping some more fairy dust and then the line stirs from Lia's heart, it flies gently towards Rowan, who is holding his breath and then takes a sharp turn and connects with Thomas and Ella instead.
Ella is crying, so is Thomas, their hands clasped together.
"She is our Alexandra! We found her," Ella whispers. Thomas nods, too moved to be able to say anything. And then he turns to see the other man on the ground. Rowan has dropped to his knees his shoulder shaking, his face covered in his hands. Thomas looks for something comforting to say, but there is nothing there. This man is experiencing the loss he felt nine years ago, when he woke up to find the baby missing from his bed, when he looked at Ella smiling in her sleep and spent the rest of the night dreading the moment she'd wake up and find Alexandra missing.
And even thought there are no words, he reaches for Rowan's hand and helps him get up.
"She loves you," Thomas says through his tears. "And nothing will ever change that..."
Ella steps closer. "She is always so happy," she adds. "You took such good care of her..."
"Your Highnesses will excuse me," Rowan is wiping his eyes on his sleeve, planning a hasty retreat.
"Please," Ella says. "Please say you'll stay with us. Please say you'll stay in the castle. Lia needs you..."
And Rowan hesitates looking at the child sleeping peacefully in her bed, looking at Ella's face, filled with concerned. He finally nods. He can't imagining walking away from Lia, not even now. "I'm going to stick around, as long as Lia needs me," he replies.
"Alright then," Thomas nods. "It's all settled. We'll find a way to talk to Lia about all this in the morning..."
Ella turns to find Tink, but she's already disappeared. This whole family affair is way too emotional for her liking. Ella rushes to Snow and David. "Thank you so much," she says quietly. "You guys saved me in so many ways..."
David and Snow use one of their magic beans to head back to their home. Snow drops exhausted on the couch. David sits next to her.
"I think they are going to be okay," he says quietly.
"I hope so," Snow mumbles, her eyes closing.
David opens his magic mirror and texts Tink. "Hey Tink. Great work tonight. I just wanted to make sure that you are the one that ended up with the amulet," he writes.
"Don't worry, I got it," Tink replies.
"You are going to destroy it, right?" he asks.
"Yes. I'll take care of it. Goodnight David!" is her swift response.
"Good," David mumbles. "Snow? Snow, are you sleeping? Come on, let's get to bed."
Tink stares at the dark amulet in her hand. She is going to destroy it of course, she would be crazy to even consider keeping it. Even as she holds it she can feel the despair and the fear of Rowan's mother seeping in her hand. Tink drops the amulet in an obsidian jewelry box, and snaps her fingers. The jewelry box disappears to that space where Tink hides her things, the space in between realms.
It's early in the morning and David and Emma are having breakfast together.
"I'm mad at you, by the way," Emma blurts out, taking in another spoonful of fruit loops.
"What? Why?" David frowns looking up.
"You didn't come home last night," Emma replies, her eyes focused in her bowl.
"But I did come home," David smiles. "Didn't Ruby tell you we were going to be late?"
Emma raises her eyes. "When you don't come home before I get to bed I think that maybe I imagined you. Maybe I still don't have a dad. Maybe you are not real..."
And David isn't smiling anymore. "Emma!" he says softly. "I'm sorry I was late. You are right of course, we should be coming home earlier, having dinner together..."
"And you are really sorry?" Emma looks at him with tears glistening in her eyes and David wonders if this conversation is going to end by both of them crying over their cereal bowls.
"Truly sorry," he replies. "Last night was sort of an emergency. We brought a family together, kind of like when your mom figured out I was your dad... so maybe you can forgive me. And since we solved our case, maybe we can take some time off, and plan something fun to do on the weekend..."
Emma nods. "You brought a family together? Last night?"
"We did," David replies.
"Then I forgive you," she says, and she walks around the table to sit on the chair right next to him. "When I grow up I can become an investigator too, and then we can work together..."
"That will be amazing," David replies.
When Snow walks in the kitchen, she finds David and Emma planning excitedly all the cases they are going to solve in the future, and apparently the case Emma is describing will involve dragon hunting and disguises.
"I don't know how I feel about wearing a fake green mustache and a pointy hat. I am certainly too tall to pretend to be a leprechaun," David tries to protest.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll know how to actually make you shorter by then, you don't have to walk on your knees or anything. Tink will show me how!"
Snow watches David's alarm and Emma's excitement and she tries hard not to laugh.
"Isn't it time for school?" David cuts Emma's complicated explanation short.
"Don't worry, I'll still like you even with a green mustache," Snow winks at him.
"That's comforting to know," David replies dryly still looking quiet worried.
And Snow can't help herself, she laughs so hard, she has tears streaming down her face.
Rowan has agreed to meet with Snow and David at the Medical center. David steels himself, ready to face Teal again if he needs to, but this time she is not there.
"Are you sure my song is the reason that caused Noreen to fall asleep?" Rowan turns to Snow. "Because I looked it up, half sirens aren't supposed to be that powerful!"
"I'm certain," Snow replies. "Now please, you need to wake her up!"
Rowan stands next to Noreen's bed. Her face is so pale, her eyes closed. If it wasn't for the heart monitor recording her heartbeats, he would doubt that she is even alive.
"What do you propose I do?" Rowan frowns. "I'm certainly not going to kiss a sleeping woman without her consent. This isn't a fairytale, we are not together, I have no idea how she feels about me, I just don't know you expect me to wake her up..."
"Maybe try talking to her?" David suggests.
"You should sing to her!" Snow nods.
Snow hurries to exit Noreen's room, she needs to distance herself from Rowan and his song; she is followed by David who shuts the door behind him firmly.
"Let's hope this works," David whispers.
Rowan watches Noreen sleeping. He is not certain at what point in time he realized there was a woman outside his home, listening to his song every night. He doesn't know what he meant by singing to her too. And he doesn't care to sort out his feelings not now, when his heart is torn up by grief and confusion, anger at how Lia became that Dark One's pawn. But Noreen is laying there, she looks so innocent, sleeping. He needs to find a way to wake her up.
"You know," he says, "I don't know if Snow is right, I mean she is a brilliant investigator, so I think she knows what she is talking about... I just don't see how I did this to you. Snow says my song is like a mating call, which could mean that you and I maybe... perhaps we could... I don't know... I am really sorry I did this to you...-" Rowan stops talking. His words aren't making much sense anyway. He shakes his head and then he closes his eyes and sings his song. The warmth of his voice, and the melody fills the room, the strange words repeating over and over. Rowan doesn't notice but the moment he starts singing Noreen's heartbeats pick up. He sings for Malia, his wife, long gone, wondering if his voice can reach her. He sings telling her that he still remembers, he hasn't forgotten. He sings for Lia who, though he will always count as his own child, now belongs with Ella and Thomas. He sings about his heart breaking when Lia's essence connected with Thomas' heart, and he sings of how his heart is crushed, his life is a mess, how it would be a terrible idea for any woman to chose to be with him at this point in time.
And then he is done, he can't sing anymore, he is crying. He's completely forgotten where he is, who he is singing for.
He feels a hand clasped around his fingers.
"You are awake?" he gasps, opening his eyes. And he feels crushed the ramifications if what this means, the irrefutable proof that he is in fact a siren.
"My name is Noreen," she says quietly.
He looks at her apologetically "I know. I am Rowan and I didn't believe it when they told me, but it must be true. Apparently I'm a siren and I trapped you in my song... am I am so so sorry-"
"Oh," is all Noreen replies at first, then she slowly sits up. "I've suspected for a long time. I just love your voice..."
"Well you shouldn't. You shouldn't be anywhere near me. My song is dangerous. I'm dangerous. If you were smart you'd stay as faraway from me as you possibly could..." Rowan's voice is filled with despair.
"But you just woke me up. Why would I want to run away?" Noreen asks quietly. "I don't want to go..."
"I trapped you in my song..." he replies incredulously. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Noreen shakes her head. "No, you let yourself get trapped by grief," she replies.
"What?"
"Grief," she repeats. "Your song is more of a cry for help than a mating call..."
"What?" he frowns. "How do you know that?"
"My father studied sirens for a long time," Noreen shrugs. "When I heard your song, I recognized what it was, but you seemed to be completely unaware. I should have come to talk to you but I couldn't. I'm not very good with words or with people..."
Rowan is looking at this soft spoken woman sitting next to him, absolutely stunned at what he is hearing.
"Rowan, what's wrong?" Noreen's voice is barely a whisper. "This last song was so much sadder than the rest..." and her hand is on his shoulder, her eyes tearing up.
"I don't know," he replies shaking his head. "Everything is wrong,"
"Tell me, " she whispers.
"Apparently my whole life is a lie. My mother was a siren, there was a dark amulet, and Lia is Ella's missing daughter. The Dark One used me like a pawn and I had no idea...-" The worlds come tumbling out of his mouth, not making a whole lot of sense, the order of events is jumbled up, but Noreen is listening patiently.
Rowan and Noreen spend the next two hours talking. At some point it occurs to Rowan that Snow and David are anxiously waiting for him outside. So he steps out of the room long enough to tell them that Noreen is awake now and he intends to stay with her a little longer, then he rushes back inside.
And he doesn't know it, but the Rowan that walks back inside Noreen's room is not the same hurt and broken Rowan they saw this morning. Though he still looks like he's been through a lot, there is a glimmer in his eyes, a spark of hope.
"I think he may be feeling better," David comments.
Snow reaches for his hand. "Time to get home?"
"Yes, because if I'm late, my daughter may turn me into a leprechaun, and my wife will never stop laughing," David replies and that's enough to send Snow into a fit of giggles yet again.
David and Snow spend the rest of the day with Emma, Hansel and Gretel. David shows them even more sword fighting moves, and Hansel is absolutely delighted until Gretel manages to defeat him twice. He scowls and he is not so sure that sword fighting is fun after all. Snow orders pizza for everyone, and that seems enough to appease him.
It's a rainy evening. Snow is sitting at her front porch, enjoying the quiet, breathing in the earthy scent, watching the light trying to break through the clouds and reach the treetops.
David steps out to join her. "Emma is asleep already, she fell asleep in the middle of the story" he says.
"Not too surprising. She must have been exhausted after playing with her friends all afternoon," Snow replies.
"Well, investigator White, it seems that we just solved our very first case."
"We did," she smiles. "And a lot faster than I thought we would. I just got a thank you text from Ella, and a confirmation of payment."
"We could follow through, and try to charge the Dark One for all the crimes he committed and the all pain he caused..." David continues.
"Yeah, we could certainly try," she shrugs. "It's sad, how we only have an illusion of justice. Everyone is equal under the law in the Enchanted Forest, but there is a definite distinction between those who have magic and those who don't..."
David sits next to her and Snow leans her head on his shoulder, and they remain silent for while, the quiet only interrupted by the soft sound of raindrops and an occasional sound of faraway thunder.
"You know these are my favorite times," she says. "When the world is quiet, Emma is safe at home and we are sitting together doing nothing..."
"Oh, I'm not doing nothing, I certainly have plans," David replies.
"Oh?" Snow smirks. "Are you going to let me in in those plans or...?"
"Yes, I certainly will. I though you might want to help me look through this," he replies. He opens his magic mirror to show her an old newspaper article that shows the Memorial Day celebration on the Southern kingdom in 1998. Snow gasps looking at the pictures. There is a photograph of princess Snow, in a beautiful dress, looking very serious, sitting next to her father, and other royals in attendance. And then there are several pictures of children singing, and even though it's quite blurry she can clearly make out David in the third row.
"Are you in fifth grade? Oh! You look so cute..." she exclaims, enlarging the picture so she can get a better look.
"Are you wearing a tiara?" he asks, taking a closer look at her picture.
"No, I think it's a hair clip," Snow tilts her head, trying to get a better look.
"I don't remember much from that night," he admits.
"I just remember that I loved the song," Snow shrugs, then she smiles wistfully. "I wish I'd walked up to you and introduced myself!"
"What would you have said?"
"I would have said, Hi, I'm Snow, and I have a unicorn sticker collection. Would you like to see it?"
"A unicorn sticker collection?" David laughs.
"Oh, yes, don't laugh! This is a serious introduction. I have all of the unicorn stickers including the very rare purple sparkly one."
"Impressive!" David replies.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm going to marry you one day," Snow adds.
"Oh, really?" he smirks.
"It's probably a good thing I didn't introduce myself," Snow shrugs. "A declaration like that might have made you run for the hills..."
"Are you kidding? I couldn't walk away from a girl with a unicorn sticker collection and a tiara looking hair clip..." David replies leaning closer to her.
And then Snow's lips are on his and she is on his lap, and he is kissing her back, his hand already under her shirt when Snow gasps and pulls back.
"What? Something wrong?" he mumbles.
"David! David what time is it?" she asks.
David glances at his magic mirror. It is five minutes past nine. His eyes meet Snow's, a worried look on his face. "How are you feeling?" he asks. "Are you in pain?"
Snow shakes her head. "I'm perfectly fine. The song is no longer playing in my head. David it's over! I'm free!"
David lets out a sigh of relief and he places his arms protectively around her, his forehead touching hers. "Good," he says quietly. "That's good..."
"David?"
"Yes?"
"Will you sing to me anyway?"
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Jennifer Baratta chapter 31 Wow jawdropping chapter:)
Thank you Jennifer!
Guest chapter 31 Oh my! Rowan's daughter Lia is Alexandria disguised by the dark amulet!? Rowan seems genuinely confused about what's happening. Did The Dark One use a memory spell to make him think Lia is daughter?
Why didn't David tell Teal about the siren song?
Teal lied to David about his memory spell, back in the forgetful princess case. He is never going to trust Teal again.
Bella1296 chapter 31 Incredible chapter!
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Guest chapter 31 Such an interesting chapter. So much happened during such a short amount of time like wow. Where do I even start? David talking about dating and not feeling like he should be was sad but also good for Snow. Their flirting was really cute and Snow calling him sir Nolan. How interesting that Teal switched to work at Belles kingdom. I would have done the same like David.. like now you're all about following rules. This is such a complicated case and I'm so worried for our two (three if you count Tink) favorite private detectives. When Snow said "The person who's raising the child doesn't know about it". My brain just started to think about everyone who has kids and, ugh the pain. What a messy situation.. Lia is is such a spiderweb situation that should have been handled with way more delicacy and privacy. Poor Lia but also Thomas and Ella. And now Rowan is in big big trouble and Snow is in siren trace. David needs to prioritize Snow now before anything bc who know what she'll do when Rowan is right there. Curious to see what's gonna happen next
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thescturn chapter 31i loved this
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