Chapter Five
He had remembered it well. It had been the day of the Flying Derby tryouts.
Hugo had just knocked his little sister off her horse and James had given him a look of disgust before flying down to her.
Naturally he remembered that she had landed on the haystack with her hands to her face in defeat.
Except it didn't happen this time.
As he heard the audience's horrified gasps and Amber muttering a couple unladylike words about Hugo, James heard a couple of bones cracking and a loud cry of pain.
Sofia rarely cried, sending James flying to her aid as quickly as he could.
James cursed Hugo under his breath with the very few words he knew from Cedric whenever the man had been frustrated as he gently stroked Sofia's hair.
He saw fresh tears leak from her usually joyful eyes, looking at him with a pained face.
His breath caught in his throat. His heart was hammering and he felt his insides twist into knots at the sight of Sofia in agony.
How could he have let this happen? He's the big brother. It's HIS JOB to look after his little sister.
His little sister, who was gazing at him with wide, pleading blue eyes... "It hurts, James.." she whispered hoarsely.
"I'm sorry, Sofia," James choked out as he held her hand tightly. His own light brown eyes misted with tears but he fought them back. " I should've been able to stop this. I should've protected you. I'm sorry."
"James..." Sofia wept his name.
"I'm sorry, Sof..."
I'm sorry...
James has shot up in bed at that point, his face wet with tears.
He hadn't had a dream send him to tears like that except for the second day. Only that had actually happened.
A month after Sofia first became a princess, a creep tried to take both his sisters in the middle of the night.
Except Amber had kicked him in the balls, making James smile at the memory. But Sofia wasn't so lucky.
Thankfully she was found within a week. Malnourished and bald from the creep chopping off her hair but emotionally and physically alright.
The eventually named creep who James couldn't remember now was executed three days afterward with Sofia wearing a knitted hat until her hair would grow back.
He had been able to help her back then with nightmares and the knitted hats.
But especially when her hair was starting to grow back and the boys gave an occasional snicker at the curls before James would threaten them with a glare that told them to shut it.
But now? There was nothing to stop the stares over her scars. Nothing to prevent the questions and whispers from overly-curious, nosy yet ultimately well-meaning people. And being inflicted by magic made them far more visible, not just permanent.
James hung his head in shame. Tears filled his eyes again and he vigorously tried to wipe them away. 'Why couldn't I have been quicker? I should've jumped on Minimus when I had the chance. If I was there, I might've...'
With a deep breath, James pulled his knees to his chest. Wrapping his arms around his legs and burying his head into his arms, he let himself sob in silence. All the while, scolding himself for letting himself breakdown like this.
'I'm a prince,' he thought furiously to himself even as the tears flowed down his cheeks. 'I'm a KNIGHT! And a knight doesn't cry! He doesn't curl up and cry like a baby!'
Yet the tears kept coming and James could only let them fall.
- - - - - - -
King Roland the Second of Enchancia could only look upon his children in concern at breakfast the next morning. Sofia, while looking much better after changing and treating her bandages, was quieter than she was last night before she was suddenly escorted away by Miranda and Princess Elena. Amber looked a little tired, yet seemed all right as she ate her sausage. Yet still kept glancing at Sofia, as if to reassure herself that she was holding up.
But it was James he was honestly the most concerned for. As his eyes fell on his only son, he saw instantly the traces of redness around his eyes and took in his uncharacteristically subdued demeanor. While he'd typically be halfway through his first plate by now and calling for his second helping, today he was only picking at his food, his usually cheerful, energetic demeanor subdued.
Roland was at a loss. He knew James felt guilty about what happened. But he didn't realize it had gotten THIS bad.
The events around Vor had taken their toll on the young prince and Roland, in his desire to ensure that his daughters were cared for, had neglected to see that his son was assured, too. Roland cursed himself for overlooking him.
He never thought his son would be suffering too.
James never showed it. He never showed it years ago when Sofia had been taken from them. He had been worried about her like they all had been but once a malnourished Sofia had come home, James had been in awe by the lack of hair on his sister's head before Amber glared at him.
But scars weren't an easy fix like the hats had been so Sofia wouldn't have been asked too many questions back then.
The scars were more visible and promoted more questions than Sofia could answer.
Roland grumbled under his breath at the thought, trying to focus on his own breakfast.
Meanwhile, Elena glanced around the table and tried to squash the feeling of helplessness she felt sitting in her chest. Despite outwardly appearing well, she could tell the mood had dropped significantly since dinner last night and the difference was noticeable and almost jarring. And while Gabe, who was seated next to James this time, tried to engage in light conversation with the young prince and ask him questions about being a knight, it didn't seem to help much. Naomi talking of her family's travels on the seas and Isabel talking about her science projects earned some attention, but still...
Elena spared a glance at Queen Miranda, who squeezed her husband's hand and gently encouraged her son to eat.
But Elena could see that James didn't want to eat, seeing the redness in his eyes.
Had he been crying?
He had to be as Elena turned away, hearing Amber sigh softly.
She seemed alright the night before as the crown princess of Avalor saw her twiddling with her fingers.
"Something on your mind?" Elena whispered softly.
"I'll tell you later," she whispered back, keeping her voice low.
Elena knew that she wanted to focus on breakfast and she had a right to as she noticed James and Francisco excusing themselves.
It felt wrong to eavesdrop, knowing that James really needed someone's his gender to talk to but Elena couldn't help it.
She watched her abuelo put his fork down and, with a big show of his hands exclaim. "Ahh, that was wonderful! Thank you so much for the delicious breakfast, my friends!"
Elena glanced at her abuelo's plate and noticed it was only half finished.
"Anyway! I think I for one, would love to see the young prince show me what he has learned in his training to be a knight. If, that is of course, all right with him," Francisco turned to James and smiled encouragingly, his smile reaching his eyes. James blinked in surprise.
"Umm, sure!" James responded, confused and yet somewhat pleased.
"May we, your majesties?" Francisco turned to Roland and Miranda, who both looked equally confit, but smiled.
"Of course, Senior Francisco." Roland said. "It's quite alright."
"Please, And do enjoy yourselves." Miranda added with a smile. "Especially you James."
"I will Mom," James promised with a smile, getting up from his seat.
Elena watched as James escorted her grandfather out, but not before casting Roland and Miranda a reassuring look. They returned it gratefully as their son led the older man out.
She wanted to eavesdrop but knew that James needed one on one with Francisco.
But she hoped that he would be okay.
- - - - - -
Francisco Flores had been unable to help but notice how Prince James was acting. When they first arrived in Enchancia, the boy was happy and delighted to see them all again and, in the overwhelming relief they were all alive and comforting young Sofia, no one really noticed how the young prince was really holding up in the aftermath of Vor.
But now, with his sullen demeanor, loss of appetite and eyes tinged pink from what were clearly tears, it was all too clear.
And to Francisco Flores, all too familiar. It was a face he had worn himself after his daughter Lucia was killed by Shuriki. With no real time to mourn, he and his wife and granddaughter Isabel, were magically placed in a painting by Alacazar as a means to protect them.
It was only forty one years later, after being liberated from the painting and freeing Avalor from Shuriki's tyranny, that Francisco let himself grieve. And the guilt struck him fully.
Like it probably was doing to the young prince.
His sisters were suffering from nightmares and forever lasting scars with him being unable to do NOTHING to help.
And that, Francisco realized as he walked with the prince, was going to be the hardest part to accept.
The boy was young and would no doubt being heading into being a teenager soon to where thinking about the Vor incident would get him upset.
"Mr. Francisco?" James asked softly, making sure no one else was around.
"Yes, Prince James?" Francisco asked, smiling kindly at the boy. James glanced around a bit more, then hesitatingly looked up at the duke, his patient expression not leaving his face.
"I have some things on my mind."
"I'm all ears. What's on your mind?"
James tried to form his thoughts into words. He didn't want to come across as stupid or sound weak. But strongly suspected that Francisco wouldn't care and genuinely would want to help him.
And if he sounded weak, it would be alright. He wasn't expected to act like a prince at the moment.
His sisters wouldn't leave from his mind, leaving him desperate to someone to talk to.
Even if they wouldn't understand his situation.
Unbeknownst to James, the man standing beside him knew, understood all too well.
"Sof and Amber have been on my mind lately," James signed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Since the Vor incident?" Francisco asked in understanding.
He knew it was stating the obvious; it was on everyone's mind.
The oldest and youngest princesses of Enchancia weren't themselves, security on Enchancia's side seemed to be higher, and there was nothing but negative emotions as of late.
Whether it be about scars or themselves.
"Yes," James muttered softly, trying to hold back tears.
Family friend or not he didn't want to show that he was weak. It wouldn't be who he was.
Sensing that James wasn't quite ready to speak yet, Francisco took initiative; he placed a hand on James his shoulder and encouraging him to look up, smiled as he guided him further down the hall.
"How about we continue this discussion when we get to the field, hm?" James blinked for a moment, then lead Francisco along. The old man's hand never leaving his shoulder.
- - - - - - -
The field was empty of knights and soldiers thankfully.
James sighed in relief at that, thinking that with the increased security, the knights and soldiers couldn't have time to practice their skills.
"Thank you Sof and Amber," James muttered under his breath, holding back a smile.
He did feel terrible for his sisters there was no doubt about that.
Still, he was glad no one was around.
"Well!" Francisco looked briskly around . "Seems we have the whole place to ourselves, Prince James! Very good!" Striding over to a nearby rack of swords, he carefully pursued the selection before picking up a long, thin bendy blade. After testing it, Francisco glanced over at James. "Tell me, have you been learning the art of fencing?"
James shrugged. "I've learned a little."
"Well, how would you like to learn more?" I'd be happy to teach you!" Francisco picked up a second similar blade. "Elena is an accomplished fencer and took home Avalor's championship cup! I would be delighted to teach you." He watched as James pondered the offer, then nodded in acceptance.
Francisco beamed.
His granddaughter and Sofia had often wrote to each other that fencing was mentioned once.
But as an activity for school.
Still he couldn't help but smile as James started the first move. The young prince was rather good but he could tell that something was biting him.
Of course, it was obvious what it was. But he couldn't force it out of him. Francisco would have to gently pull it out of James. Encourage him to open up.
Asking him about his thoughts about the Vor incident might be a good start.
But he had to phrase it in a way that made him feel safe and comfortable to talk about it.
So after a few rounds, the two of them had sat down in the grass to catch their breath as James sighed.
"I shouldn't be holding in the feelings I've had since what happened in for this long," James admitted, taking a deep breath.
Not that he said this aloud. Still...
He so wanted to share these feelings with someone. Anyone who would listen...
"Ahh, that takes me back," Francisco wipes his brow with a handkerchief. "I haven't fenced like that in YEARS! Last time I did, I was training my Lucia."
"Who?"
"Oh, my daughter," Francisco smiled broadly. "She was a very gifted fencer. She was so good, she made it all the way to the finals. The only thing that stopped her was a broken wrist and THAT was because her opponent was a dirty cheat!" He shook his head. " My poor girl was heartbroken. I was so worried for her. Wanting nothing more than to protect her from harm."
"That's how I've felt since everything that's happened," James confessed, his voice a little shaky.
"You just want to protect your sisters?"
"Except I can't!"
James didn't mean for it to come out the way it did; he sounded so pathetic to his ears. Like he was still a child.
So small and helpless.
But what was even more embarrassing that tears were flowing in his eyes.
He hadn't cried in front of another adult since he was younger.
That had been when he was a toddler. He and Amber had gotten into a fight over something and according to Roland, he had started crying because of it.
Except now he wasn't crying over a fight. It was over his inability to help his sisters in their time of need.
He was so caught up in his tears, James didn't feel the arm around his shoulders until, wiping his tears, he looked up into Francisco's face. His expression of gentle understanding and sadness.
"I wanna help them!" James sobbed. "Especially Sof! But I can't! I don't know what they've gone through! Amber and Sof need each other more than they do me!"
"That is not true young prince," Francisco frowned.
"I don't understand. Amber has nightmares about the Vor incident and Sofia sees herself as a monster!"
"You understand they are in pain. You want to help them, but don't know how." Francisco started as he pulled James closer to his side. "You are a prince and above that, their brother. You are strong and brave. You should be able to help them. Protect them from harm." Francisco pauses for a moment, watching and listening as James paused in his weeping to listen.
"And yet..." Here, the older man's own face fell slightly. His expression became distant and thoughtful. Like he was recalling a distant memory that was still fresh in his mind.
"Nothing you could have done, nothing could have prepared you for what would happen. Nothing..." Francisco drew in a deep breath, turning back to focus on James, who was quiet now. His young eyes red from tears and surprised as the sadness in Francisco's own.
"And that is the greatest pain. That it was out of your hands. Nothing within your power to stop what befell your family, your sisters. It shames you, feeling so helpless and unable to do... anything." James's eyes widened as tears glittered in the old man's eyes before he blinked them away.
He suddenly understood. "Are you... you've...?"
"The day Shuriki came and took our kingdom is a day that will live in my memory forever," Francisco recalled in a softer voice. "For as long as I live, I shall never forget the shock, the despair, the absolute ANGER that seized me, the moment I discovered Raul and... Lucia - my dear Lucia- was taken from me. To know that not only was she gone, but I was HELPLESS to protect her. To protect and save my familia from the harm and anguish that followed. An anguish that has never left my Elena." Francisco paused for a breath, the memories of that dark time and the emotions that linked them welling up and biting at his heart.
James held a breath, remembering the story; Shuriki had attacked Avalor without warning and, in a short time, had quickly killed the king and queen, Elena's parents. Francisco's daughter and son-in-Law.
Before the Vor incident, Sofia had gotten a letter from Elena telling her that Shuriki was killed by the blaze of her scepter.
He had to admit that it had to be closure for the crown princess in a way.
But in another way, it only filled him with fury of being unable to do the same to Vor. The woman ruined his sisters physically and emotionally.
And maybe in a way himself.
He didn't had to be strong before. Amber and Sofia had been so independent of themselves that they only needed someone if it was for advice or help.
But it wasn't that way anymore.
James tried to get the thoughts of fury and wishing to end Vor himself in the hopes he wouldn't be thought of differently.
But... he couldn't. He never would have stood a chance. Only Sofia was able to defeat Vor, though he was still unclear on the details of how.
She wouldn't talk about it.
Getting her to open up wasn't so easy.
All James knew, was that he didn't get the chance to help until Cedric called on them all to use that spell to get Sofia out of the Amulet. That was SOMETHING at least.
But it wasn't enough as the nightmare from that morning played in his head.
Hearing her bones crack, hearing her cry, hearing her weep out his name.
It was too much for him as Francisco noticed his distressed look.
"There are some things we can't change, much as we wish to." Francisco wrapped his arm tighter around the young prince. "It's then, we must ask ourselves what we CAN change. What we CAN do for those we love. For me, it is music. I am always sure to have my guitar close by." And before James could blink, Francisco had his guitar and hands and began strumming a soft tune, a smile playing on his lips. James stares in a mix of confusion and wonder.
"Knowing what our familia needs can get us through times of crisis and even darkest moments. For my family, it is music." To emphasize, Francisco played a beautiful bridge of notes, his fingers dancing with the strings of his guitar with effortless ease. James listened with growing wonder.
It made him what was it Sofia would say when they were younger? Oh that's right! Feel at ease.
And it did for a moment before all the various nightmares James had of both sisters since the Vor incident come back to him.
"And always, it never fails to bring a smile to my familia's faces. Now... you know your sisters better than anyone, young prince. Surely you know of something, One thing that you alone can do that will only help your famillia better than anyone, young prince. Surely you know of something, The one thing that you alone can do that will help chase away the sadness, but will lift the spirits of your familia and even you. Do you know what that is?" Francisco asked with a kind, knowing smile.
"I do," James admitted, relaxing some. "I've been so worried about them that I haven't thought of anything."
"You have worried for them. That's normal."
"I don't think nightmares about Sof and Amber every night is normal Mr. Francisco."
"No, they're not." Francisco sighed as he placed his guitar down. "But maybe you can help chase them away."
James thought for a moment, then nodded.
"I know what I can do."
Francisco smiled as he listened to the young prince explain his plan, noticing how the boy's eyes lit up for the first time since he arrived.
- - - - - - - - -
"You found another one where kid?"
Sofia had taken a break from everyone, Elena included, for what she knew was about five minutes before feeling a small stinging pain as Clover hopped into her lap.
She thought one of the bandages were starting to bleed again but knew that she would be whimpering if that were the case.
She didn't whimper. She gasped as she looked at her hands.
The right hand was starting to form a lightning scar.
She couldn't believe it.
Vor struck her there too.
But why was it waiting until now to form? The other two had shown up the day Vor had struck her.
"My-My hand..." Sofia whispered, in shock as she stared at the jagged mark on her skin. There was no way to hide this without wearing gloves.
She was only thankful that it wasn't bleeding at all.
Just a broken patch of redness upon her pale skin.
"Your hand?" Clover repeated, looking at the jagged mark. "Yeesh! Even as a demised spirit Vor hasn't left you be!"
Sofia sighed heavily, trying to keep from crying for what felt like the twentieth time. After that talk with her mother, she felt better about expressing her emotions and letting herself lean on people during this time. But she didn't want to make it a habit and end up falling apart over every little thing. Not that THIS was little, but still…
It was like Vor wasn't done with torturing her. Toying with her emotions and self esteem.
Why... WHY couldn't she just be left be and allowed to move on from this horrible nightmare? Reliving it day after day was getting tiring and she was sick of feeling helpless against it. It was time to DO something that helped her move forward. What that was, she wasn't sure yet.
But this, her eyes narrowed in disgust at the new scar on her hand, this certainly didn't help. It was like it was mocking her.
Was she going to get more soon? Was she going to get one in her hair like Princess Anna and her white streak?
Sofia hoped not, hiding away as a figure,a young one, noticed her distress.
"Sofia? What's wrong?" Amber asked softly before she frowned. "Another scar?"
With an air of clear resignation, Sofia presented her right hand so Amber could get a better look. Her older sister looked stunned, but thankfully composed herself as she examined the new, unwanted mark.
"This is getting ridiculous," Sofia muttered. "At least the other scars I can hide, no issue. NOW I have to wear gloves?"
"At least it's not bleeding. And it's not as obvious." Amber knew it was a small consolation. The fact that her sister had ANOTHER scar on top of the already painful ones she already had was just more pain and another reminder of a horrific event.
Hopefully, no more 'surprise' scars would appear.
All that mattered was making sure Sofia was all right. And even though she had gotten a little better, she was still far from being better.
But she would get there. Amber would make sure of it.
…
Why was Sofia wearing a winter glove in the middle of summer?
That was the question James wondered about as he spotted the purple glove before remembering why he was with Francisco.
He was going to cheer his sisters up and by their expressions alone it seemed like they desperately needed it.
But the winter glove was starting to bother him somewhat.
"Don't tell me Sof got ANOTHER one," James found himself grumbling in anger.
James forced himself to stop, then took a deep breath. He didn't know that for sure. Even though it was a possibility that something happened with her hand, no need to jump to conclusions. Getting angry about it now wouldn't help anything. It certainly wouldn't help Amber or Sofia.
Forget being angry, James told himself as he took a deep breath. You've been angry long enough and it won't do anymore good then it has in the past week. His most important duty now, was to help his sisters.
"Sof. Amber," he greeted them warmly as the two sisters glanced softly at him.
"All this insanity getting to you too?" Sofia joked, a forced smile on her face.
"I wouldn't call it insanity but I think I have something that the three of us can do together."
"Like we did months ago?"
"You'll see," James grinned with a wink as he took Amber's hand. "Come on!"
Both princesses followed their brother, leading them back towards the castle.
They wondered what in the name of Enchancia did he have in mind for the three of them.
The castle was not empty by any means as they heard conversation after conversation in pieces.
"Put that over there."
"-just a little higher!"
"-can't wait!"
"-be back any minute!"
"-hand me that-"
"-helpful?"
"-looks great!"
Sofia frowned thoughtfully as she recognized a few of the voices.
Elena, Naomi, Isabel, Mateo...
It just didn't make any sense!
But she couldn't be angry as whatever James wanted to do with her and Amber was getting her excited.
It almost made her forget about why she was wearing one of her winter gloves in the first place.
Well almost.
Feeling the rough patch against the leather fabric was difficult to ignore.
"Sof? Is everything alright?" James asked as he and Amber came to her side.
Sofia fidgeted with the glove before answering.
"I'll be alright." Sofia gave a slight smile. Breaking down about her (new) scar wasn't going to help and James had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to do something nice for her and Amber. And if Elena and her friends were involved, it was sure to be a great surprise.
James smiles in understanding, following his sister's lead. Time to work on moving on.
"Then let's go!" The young prince all but ran towards the doors to the ballroom, where Baileywick stood waiting with a grin. He bowed in greeting.
"Greetings, your highnesses!" His smile was warm and voice brighter than it's been in days. "May I present, a surprise for the Princesses Amber and Sofia, on behalf of their brother Prince James and the Royal entourage from Avalor!"
The doors flew open and and both girls gasped softly, their faces lighting in surprise.
What had gone through their brother's mind to do this for them?
"James when did you..." Amber started in surprise.
"...Think of this?" Sofia finished with a giggle. "I know it's been a rough couple of days but you didn't have to—"
"He wanted to," Francisco interrupted with a smile.
"He did? Why?"
"Because I wanted to help you two," James answered. "I may not have been there with Vor or witnessed Sof being pulled into her amulet but I'm still your brother."
Of course. Such a simple, obvious reason. James couldn't stop what happened and he couldn't change the outcome. That was beyond anyone's ability.
But being James, he could do what he does best; put a smile on their faces and get them to have fun.
And getting a few tears in the process. But that was to be expected when you lived with girls all your life.
The most tears though were from Sofia which wasn't much of surprise these days.
Said sister was beaming through her tears as she wrapped her arms around James tightly, then gazed in wonder inside the ballroom.
Every space of the room was occupied by some game or toy. She saw her own magic jump rope in use as Isabel jumped through it happily and recited an Avalorian rhyme. Further back, she could see Gabe building with the Merlin's blocks and Calista clapping in delight as his structure started to rise.
"Hopefully it doesn't end up in another kingdom," Sofia smirked, nudging James in the ribs.
"That was one time!" James pouted playfully. "I had no idea it would end up in Hildegard's kingdom!"
Sofia giggles as she looked around more. There were other toys and games in use; some she didn't recognize, but others? A dazzle ball soared through the air and was neatly caught by none other than Cedric, who smirked proudly as the ball turned into a frisbee and spun on his finger.
"You made her happier than she's well us have been," Amber smiled.
"Anything for you two," James smiled back. "But what's with the glove?"
"Sofia found another scar. Unfortunately this one she can't hide as easily."
"If Vor wasn't a spirit, I would do everything in my power to make sure she didn't hurt Sof again!"
"James, SHH!" Amber hushed her twin harshly as he raised his voice slightly. James bit his tongue.
It was useless to rant about it now. Vor was gone. She left marks but they would learn to move on from them. Time to move on. It was time to start the healing, however long and difficult that would be.
Now, it was time to focus on Sofia.
"We'll get through this together," James realized, finding no use in getting upset with the past. "We did it once before."
"Except you punched Hugo in the nose and broke it when Sofia's hair started to grow back," Amber recalled with a smirk.
"He was a jerk back then. I can't believe you saw something in him!"
"Hey Sofia does now not me."
"Hi you two!" Sofia giggled softly, taking their hands. "Elena says she has something for the three of us."
The twins ceased their conversation and quickly joined their sister, who lead them over to a smiling Elena.
"What's going on?" Amber wondered in surprise. "Isn't what James gave us enough?"
"Amber!" Sofia giggled again, biting her lip to control the excitement in her veins.
Elena's smile brightened. THIS was what was needed; for ALL of them.
"When I heard what James planned, I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to do for you." Her eyes glittered playfully.
"Which is?"
Sofia wanted to know as well as she glanced at James.
"I'm just wondering what it is like you two are," James smiled.
"You sure?" Amber joked with a playful roll of her eyes.
Sofia giggled, biting on a part of the glove to keep herself from being heard by everyone else.
Not that she was embarrassed for they had heard her laugh many times but with it being a surprise from Elena for her and her siblings, being quiet was her only option.
"I'll give you a hint: it's homemade," Elena smiled.
"How did you find the time?" Sofia wondered, itching to pull off her glove.
"Whenever I had the chance to. I would do anything for you three."
"You didn't have to do any of this. We would've... I-I would've been..."
"You would be hurting more instead of how you are now if I haven't come," Elena smiled, rubbing her hands together. "Now who's ready for their surprise?"
Amber held back her excitement, acting as queenly as possible while James held up his hand and waved it.
Sofia held her breath and looked expect and eagerly at Elena. Elena smiled and with a flourish, pulled the black sheet off the table beside her with a quick tug.
All three siblings made sounds of surprise, not expecting what they saw but the longer they looked, the more delighted they were.
Apparently, someone had been paying close enough attention and trailing them long enough to accurately paint some beautiful pictures of them. And all of events over the last few days.
"Baileywick was not happy when that canon was shot!" Amber giggled, forgetting her queenly posture as she glanced at James' painting. "He thought Sofia and I were hurt!"
"Hey, I was doing my brotherly duty!" James protested with his head high.
"And nearly gave poor Baileywick a heart attack!" Amber giggled, still smiling.
Sofia giggles as she gazed happily at the paintings. Of course, there was James with his cannon - a perfect half model brought from a very strange kingdom and family, though they were very nice and the king and queen praised her mother and father for having such brave children who show great leadership.
The next picture showed Elena beside Amber, the elder princess clearly speaking with and looking like a big sister to Amber herself, who looked to be listening intently.
The last one made Sofia smile; her and Elena hugging, meeting again, Skylar and her family off to either side looking happy.
She almost cried tears of joy, getting irritated with the itching her glove was starting to cause. She didn't even notice James seeing her distress and unintentionally pulling it off just so she could stop clawing at it like a rabid animal.
James was mercifully silent at the sight of the scar, but smiled gently as he put an arm around Sofia in a sideways hug. Sofia leaned into her brother, the irritation ceasing and now, not bothering her as much as before. She was going to be in the moment and nothing would stop her. No scar would stop that.
Fortunately, it seemed people read her mood carefully enough and was considerate not to acknowledge the new mark on her. Rather, just focusing on the now and the happy memories they were making.
"I-I... I didn't mean... Sof, I..." James trailed, trying to take his eyes off the mark.
"James, you didn't know. It's okay," Sofia smiled a little. "I'm only happy it's not bleeding."
"But-"
"James," Sofia started firmly, her voice softer now as she looked into her brother's concerned eyes. "Nothing will change this. Let's just focus on the now." Sofía gave James's arm a gentle squeeze. "That's the best medicine for all of us. Including you. Don't forget that."
James allowed himself to smile as he took in his younger sister's words. Her gave her hand a gentle squeeze in return.
"Can I at least name your scars?" James grinned. "I got a couple in mind."
"James! They're not pets!" Sofía pouted.
"But Sir Finnegan tells me a lot of knights and warriors name their scars!"
"Well, none of them are me and I am NOT naming them."
James let it drop but Sofia has a feeling that he would persist later. Remarkable how quickly his perspective shifted. At least the mood lifted.
There were no tears, no anger. Just fun for the moment. And though she objected to naming her scars, Sofia did have one in the back of her mind.
For her left leg anyway.
She called it Sir Bleedy for how much the scar would bleed. But was thankful it wasn't happening at the moment as Amber squeezed her hand.
"I'm happy you're okay," she couldn't help but whisper.
"Yeah. Me, too. First time in days." Sofia admitted softly as they watched Mateo and Gabe play a scaled down version of a game called Oleball.
"So you got another scar, that doesn't define you."
"At least Sir Bleedy is being quiet."
"You named a scar?" Amber grinned playfully.
"Hey! Sir Bleedy is accurate!" Sofia pouted. "You know how my left leg is!"
Amber hid a giggle, trying to act queenly again as she saw Sofia looked interested in the game Mateo and Gabe were playing. Granted she was a more outdoorsy girl than what she been when Sofia first arrived but sports was not a thing for her.
"Come on!" Sofia smiled, dragging her to Mateo and Gabe. "Excuse us. Mateo? Gabe?"
"Yes, Sofia?" Mateo asked after he tossed the Oleball to Gabe, grinning.
"Will you show us how to play Oleball? I looks really fun!" Sofia smiled with wide, bright eyes. A truly bright expression that delighted the teen boys.
"Sure thing, princess!" Gabe smirked, happy to see the games were working. "And maybe YOU can teach us Dazzleball later? I hear from your brother you're a pretty good player!" He leaned in with a charming grin, which made both princesses giggle in delight.
"I'd love to!"
As Gabe and Mateo began teaching Amber and Sofia the fine 'art' of Oleball, James glanced over from playing with the Merlin blocks to watch. A smile pulled at his lips as Gabe positioned the ball in Sofia's hands and tossed it to Mateo, who returned it. The prince felt his mood lift for the first time in days as his sisters began to laugh, the light slowly returning to their eyes.
He was so engrossed in watching, he didn't notice the person approaching him until he felt their hand on his shoulder. James turned his head, looking up in surprise. "Dad!"
King Roland the Second smiled down at his son. His blue eyes glittering with pride and love. "Francisco tells me this was your idea, James. Seems it worked perfectly."
"Well I thought that you know that they..."
"I get it James. You thought they needed to be cheered up. I'm not saying everything will go back to normal in a day because of what you did, it didn't with Sofia and her hair, but we're slowly getting there. Though I'm curious about the glove on your sister's hand."
"She found another scar today," James sighed. "I know I can't change what Vor did and neither can Amber but why Sof Dad? Sofia risked everything for us."
"I know," Roland agreed, smiling as he spotted Sofia laughing and smiling. "She may not be as strong as she usually is right now but in Vor's eyes she thought your sister was weak, someone she could easily defeat."
"But Sof was never weak. Then Vor happens and..."
"I know the feeling James," Amber smiled sadly, having left Sofia to join her brother. "We're twins and I guess you can say that we've not only had nightmares about her but Sofia's been on our minds lately. She's our little sister and we FAILED to protect her."
"No one FAILED, Amber. I want you both to put that out of your minds." Roland pulled his children closer, his voice firm but gentle. He looked into their eyes, making sure to gauge his words carefully and to make sure they understood.
"If there's one thing I've learned, is that there are some things out of our control. And no matter how hard we try, bad things can and do still happen to those we love. We're only human and no matter how much we want to protect someone or keep them safe, eventually they will still get hurt."
Roland watched their reactions as they seemed the struggle to accept this reality.
Miranda, who had approached just a moment ago and was listening quietly, chose the moment to speak up.
"All we can do now, is be there for Sofia. And each other." To emphasize her point, she embraced the twins, who returned the hug.
"James, Amber..." Miranda sighed as she held them close. "Sofia will be unhappy from time to time. So will all of us. This will take a long time to heal from and eventually, she will. But even so, there will be times she's unhappy and hurting and when she is, all we can do is whether that storm with her and show her we care. That is what will help and get her through this. Sofia is hurting now. But over time, she'll get better and so will we."
Miranda smiled gently at James and Amber, who seemed to be accepting this.
She had some feelings herself about what happened to her daughter but kept them away from the children.
Alongside some gruesome thoughts about the woman who physically scarred her little girl.
But that wasn't her focus as Sofia ran up to her with a smile.
A real Sofia smile.
A smile that lifted the hearts of everyone around her and brightens a room.
Miranda has been missing that smile. It struck her how much they all seemed to take that for granted. How mature she was and her warmth, kindness and ability to see the light in everyone and everything around her. That would have to change, Miranda mused as she felt Sofia's arms wrap around her. The queen held her child close, content in the moment to see the light returning to her daughter's face.
Sofia would still be in pain for weeks because of the scars but she wasn't crying at the moment.
And thankfully the bleeding wasn't ruining the moment like it usually would.
"Mom? I'm sorry for everything these past few days. If I had just been strong then we wouldn't have gone through this," Sofia smiled sadly.
"Sofia, you ARE strong!" Miranda assured as she hugged Sofia closer. "You are, by far, one of the strongest people I know. You've stood up to things that most adults would turn away from. You've outsmarted bad fairies, evil wizards and just defeated a witch no one else could beat. But you know what makes you really strong, Sofia?"
Miranda held Sofia at arms length to look at her, blue eyes questioning.
"Your LOVE, Sofia." Miranda smiles simply. "You love with everything you have. You see the goodness in everyone and that's changed so many people. Look at your sister. Look at Cedric, Sofia! You didn't just believe in him, but you stood up for him. When he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, you grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back on the right path. You gave him friendship and look at how he's repaid it; by becoming the great sorcerer that you always believed he was and saving you like you saved him. We ALL hurt, Sofia. That's human and you're no different. You're no less strong than you were before. If anything, you're even stronger now."
"You think so?" Sofia asked.
"Of course!" Elena grinned, taking Sofia from Miranda's arms. "If it wasn't for you, I would still be in the amulet and Isa and our grandparents would still be in that enchanted painting."
"But Shuriki tried to kill us. She locked away my family and took away yours!"
"Easy pequeña. Respirar."
Sofia took a deep breath, calming herself.
"A lot of bad has happened, Mija," Elena smiles softly. "But a lot of good has happened, too. And it far outweighs the bad. And your mama is right." Elena smiled at Miranda, who returned it. "Strength is more than not crying, but knowing there are times it's okay to. And knowing we can get back up and keep going."
Sofia wrapped her arms around Elena's neck, putting on her head on her shoulder.
Estéban cracked his normal demeanor by softly smiling at the sight. Even he had to admit how heartwarming it was to see the little girl Elena had described as calling herself a monster just the night before relaxed and smiling.
"Do you really have to leave in a day or so?" Sofia frowned as Elena had put her down.
"I wish I could stay longer and help you but you've got all the help you need once I go back to Avalor," Elena smiled.
Sofia smiled in understanding. She was so glad to have had this time with Elena. She could never thank her enough for rushing here to see her, dropping everything just to make sure she was all right. Still, she was going to miss her.
So were her siblings who hugged her next. Well Amber did. James, on the other hand, ran to Francisco.
"Thanks, Francisco. You were a big help." James smiled gratefully at the older man. "Elena's really lucky to have a grandfather like you."
"Oh, gracias Prince James!" Francisco beamed, giving James a hearty pat on the back as he hugged the boy in return.
"Thank you Elena. Without you coming here, I would still be having nightmares and blaming myself," Amber muttered softly. "I know I couldn't protect Sofia like I wanted but I love her as much as you do with Isabel."
"I know," Elena muttered, stroking her hair.
She then turned and was greeted by Queen Miranda with a hug. Elena gave a slight start before returning it.
"Thank you, Elena." Miranda whispered, the warmth palpable and evident in her voice. "I don't know what Sofia would have done if you hadn't been here. And... I can never thank you enough for helping her. All of us." The queen pulled back and Elena felt a tightness in her chest at the sight of tears in the older woman's eyes. The smile, however, told her they were tears of joy.
"De nada Queen Miranda," Elena smiled, the tightness in her chest fading somewhat.
Sofia and her siblings were going to be alright. In the future but not right then.
And that was alright as Elena noticed Sofia's left leg bleeding again. She was going to be grateful for the day when she would receive a letter from the little one telling her that it finally stopped bleeding.
She pardoned herself before taking Sofia by the hand.
She wasn't upset but Elena knew that unwrapping the bandage would bring pain and tears.
And come they did. But Elena noticed, as she tenderly washed away the blood, rubbed in the ointment and wrapped her in fresh bandages, Sofia no longer fighting the pain. Instead, she seemed to allow it, even relaxing and letting herself be vulnerable in the older girl's presence. And as Elena finished, Sofia blew her nose, wiped her tears and gave a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Elena," she whispered, her voice a bit croaky before clearing her throat. "It still hurts but... it doesn't seem so bad now." Elena smiled tenderly. Then embraced Sofia in a gentle hug.
"You're welcome. You can always let yourself go around me, Nina. Around us," She added.
Sofia returned the hug, relaxing in the older girl's arms.
"But it didn't seem right before. A princess never loses her cool. Amber taught me that."
"She did? Well in some circumstances you can allow yourself to lose your cool. That includes bandage changing at least until you heal completely."
"I don't know. Vor gave me another scar. I was only minding my business today and I saw a little scar appearing on my hand," Sofia sighed. "It hurt. Just like a bee sting."
Elena allowed Sofia to show her the scar and tried to keep from sighing sadly.
Wasn't this poor girl damaged enough? she thought bitterly before resting her cheek on Sofia's hair.
Not even Shuriki had done what Vor did.
Elena gently touched the scar, startled by Sofia flinching. However it was like a bee sting and would stop hurting eventually.
And for being only eleven and suffering through all that, Sofia had shown remarkable strength little by little.
It was both admirable and heartbreaking.
But dwelling wouldn't help. Elena simply held the young girl in a moment of calm and reassurance.
"So..." Elena began slowly, testing the waters. "Tell me more about these Protector friends of yours. Especially this fairy... Crysta, was it?" Elena smiled as Sofia relaxed and returned the grin.
"You'd like her and you'd LOVE the Isle of Fairies."
"I would have huh?"
"If you want, I can..." Sofia trailed off, looking at her enchant-let.
"Maybe tonight before you go to bed," Elena suggested with a smile. "Just me, you, and a circle that somehow lets you talk to this fairy Crysta."
"Sure!"
Sofia's smile brightened and Elena felt her heart lift. To see the light returning to Sofia's eyes was heartening and she knew she made the right choice to come to Enchancia.
Even Amber and James were better than what they had been, chatting and laughing during dinner that evening.
And their parents? King Roland and Queen Miranda were alight with joy and merriment. Baileywick seemed to have regained some of his brisk step and his eyes twinkled as he smiled at the Royal Family. Cedric had been glad to do a magic display, much to Sofia's delight. And when he asked Mateo to join him, the young wizard jumped at the chance and soon, the entire dining hall swirled with magic.
And Sofia? She was watching the performance with the same enthusiasm and wonder she had the first time she witnessed it. Out of the corner of her eye, Elena noticed the look of delight on Cedric's face at Sofia's expression and knew he would do all in his power to ensure it never faded.
After all, it was him who introduced Sofia to the world of magic. Elena would always be grateful to the Royal Sorcerer for that.
Just happiness. Sofia's happiness. It was far more than they could have ever hoped for.
And it seemed to continue once Cedric and Mateo had taken their bows.
She was swinging (literally) from Elena's arms, acting like a child that had once despised herself.
Though she was lucky she hadn't hurt anyone while acting callow while Naomi laughed at Estéban's scowling face.
"She's been through so much. Let her act not like the mature child everyone expects her to be all the time," Naomi smirked. "You let Isabel act that way."
"That's different," Estéban scoffed.
"How?" Naomi quickens and eyebrow. "They're the same age, practically! Really, Estéban! You're acting like a disapproving old auntie!" The Chancellor sputtered in protest as Naomi laughed some more and Gabe joined in.
Sofia grinned at the three, amused at how Estéban tried to act dignified while Naomi teased him.
"They get along really well," Sofia remarked with a grin as she looked at Elena, who chuckled.
"They do. Most of the time," Elena smirked. "Usually I have to make them get along."
"I have to do that with Amber and James sometimes."
"It must be easier since they're siblings."
Sofia nodded with a small giggle, giving Elena a smile.
"You think maybe Amber and James can join us tonight? They can meet Crysta too," Sofia suggested. "Everyone knows that I'm a protector now so..."
"Everyone?" Elena smiled playfully.
"Did you or did you not apologize to the line of people you and Skylar frightened accidentally?"
Elena laughed softly, enjoying the interaction she was having.
Sofia was a far cry from the girl she had seen days ago.
To see her smiling, joking, laughing... it was beautiful.
And it was something to cherish as Sofia squeezed her hand.
"Is everything alright?" Elena asked, noticing Sofia's shift in tone.
"I'm just wondering when the scars heal and the bandages no longer have to be used if anyone will ridicule me when Amber and I start Ever Realm Academy in the fall. It's silly I know," Sofia muttered softly, biting her lip. "But I know there's going to be someone saying something that they shouldn't."
"Oh, Nina..." Elena hugged her gently. She forgot how unkind children could be. Especially at her age. "I know you'll be able to handle anyone who tries to put you down. And if not, Amber will be there to set them straight."
"THAT'S a scary thought!" Sofia allowed herself a grin and Elena chuckled in return.
"Oh I don't think so," Amber grinned, coming into the room. "I'm going to be the future queen of Enchancia one day and even though Sofia's a protector of the Ever Realm, I'll set anyone who messes with her for her scars straight."
All three girls were now laughing at the thought. The image of Amber dealing with anyone who dared torment her sister was amusing. They would run with their tail tucked between their legs!
It was later and all three had gathered in Sofia's room and settled in before she used her Enchantlet to call Crysta. The fairy was both delighted and relieved to see her former trainee and greeted Elena with a near uncharacteristic enthusiasm that surprised Sofia. She noted this and the fairy's mood softened.
"I'm just... so glad to see you," Crysta's expression grew warm as she smiled at the princess. "You really has us worried there. I thought Garrish was gonna pass out when he saw you hurt. You even scared Orion!" Crysta shook her head. "You should have seen him later. He nearly collapsed in his chair and didn't get up for ages."
"I'm sorry," Sofia bowed her head, saddened to hear she had worried so many people to such an extent.
"Hey, it's okay! It's not your fault! The important thing is, you're okay and doing better. Everyone here misses you and we can't wait to have you back!" The Crystal Fairy beamed at the girl, looking happier than Sofia could remember.
"I can't wait to be back too. I've been itching to get out of the castle."
"But not until you're fully healed," Amber smirked playfully. "Dad said so."
Sofia smiled as she leaned against her sister.
"Hey, Princess Elena?" Elena looked at the image of the fairy, who smiled at her gratefully.
"If you ever get the chance, I hope you come visit the Mystic Isles some time. I'd love to show you around and introduce you to the rest of the Protectors."
"I'd be honored, Crysta." Elena accepted gratefully. "And thank you for looking out for Sofia. You're a great teacher, from what I've seen."
Crysta's cheeks glowed a faint pink and she smiled.
"Well, thanks."
"You're welcome. Sofia's a great kid and when it comes to the ones she loves, she does her best to help."
"She does. Because of her I don't think the Ever Realm will be facing any serious danger for awhile," Crysta smiled. Crysta paused. "And because of you, I think she'll be okay."
Elena smiled, touched at the words.
She never expected that when imaging a conversation with the crystal fairy.
Amber noticed Elena's smile and couldn't help but smile herself. The crown princess of Avalor had helped her and Sofia when they both had needed it the most.
After a moment, Crysta's smile brightened again. "Well, you all look like you could use some rest. I'll talk to you again later, Sofia. And it's been a honor meeting you, Princess Elena."
"And the same to you, Crysta," Elena smiled as she nodded.
"See you later, Crysta!" Sofia exclaimed and Amber bid good night as she shut off the Enchantlet.
She yawned as Amber smiled softly at Elena.
"I got her. Sofia only needs a forehead bandage and her bunny then she's fast asleep," Amber smiled much to Sofia's reddening face. "You should've seen her the night after our first Wassalia. Sofia was out like a light!"
"So I was the first one to fall asleep on the way home! It's not my fault I'm the youngest!" Sofia pouted.
Elena laughed, then after giving both a brief hug, bid them good night.
* * * * * * * * *
Elena had just changed for bed and was ready to turn down the covers when-
"Hola, Princessa!" Elena gave a start at the familiar voice and spun around in surprise.
"Zuzo!"
Zuzo, the Chanul, floated easily before the Avalorian Princess, his trademark smile bright. "How has it been?" He asked casually, his eyes twinkling knowingly.
"How's it been? Zuzo, I just spent the last week trying help Sofia pull herself back together after getting STUCK IN THE AMULET and scarred by some power-hungry spirit that made Shuriki look tame! I was up with her nights as she cried, changed her bandages, and held her after she got sick. And on TOP of that, I had to make her feel like she wasn't ugly AND help Amber deal with her own guilt over not being able to protect her sister!" Elena had started pacing as she went on this, the last week running through her mind. Zuzo listened patiently as she finished.
"Been rough, huh?" He watched Elena's shoulders slump, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she nodded.
"Yeah."
"No wonder Amber and Sofia's spirit guides have been at their wits end!"
"You know their spirit guides?" Elena asked in surprise.
"Mostly Sofia's but yes I do," Zuzo smiled.
"So... you knew-"
"About Vor? Heck, EVERY spirit knows about Vor! WHEW, was SHE a piece a work! Dangerous in ways you can't imagine, Elena! Lucky Sofia stopped her before she got too powerful! But, that's another story."
"But Sofia got hurt because of that woman!" Elena gritted her teeth. "She's Isa's age Zuzo. Niños are rude as can be at eleven!"
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa easy!" Zuzo floated to Elena, his look fading to one of reassurance. "Elena... Sofia will be fine. Sure, she's having a hard time now. Anyone would. But she has her family and friends to help her. And you? Heck, you dropped EVERYTHING to be here for her! That meant a lot and made a huge difference!"
"She has gotten happier. Even Amber's feeling a little better."
"See? You wanted to help them and not as a big sister role. You know what it's like to be in both of their shoes."
"Minus the scars. At least Shuriki wasn't that power hungry to physically scar someone," Elena grumbled.
Zuzo made no comment to that. Instead, he circled around Elena in a comforting gesture, his expression kind and understanding.
"The point is, you came. You made a difference. You helped Sofia when she needed it most. And you helped her through the toughest part of it. She still has a long ways to go, but she's through the worst of it thanks to you." He smiled at Elena, who smiled back.
"Thanks, Zuzo."
"Hey, what are Spirit Guides for?"
Elena smiled as he left and was about to turn down the covers again when the door opened.
"I can't sleep."
It was Amber's voice but shaky as Elena turned down the covers and made some room.
"Why not?" Elena wondered, smiling as she saw the stuffed unicorn in Amber's arms again. "Sofia's alright and you know what happened to her isn't your fault."
Amber shrugged, biting her lip. Elena could see her uneasy expression, taking her in her lap as if she was like Isabel after a nightmare.
"What was it you wanted to talk with me about this morning at breakfast?" Elena wondered with a soft smile.
"It's silly," Amber muttered in embarrassment. "Especially when I come running to you when I thought my nightmares would go away but they didn't."
"Still Vor related?"
"Yes. She's even worse than Shuriki was to you. Vor was unbelievably violent this time."
"What did she do?" Elena wondered, seeing Amber biting her lip again. "Was Sofia involved?"
Amber nodded hesitantly. Elena waited.
"It.. was worse than the others, " Amber began as she pulled her knees to her chest, hugging her unicorn close. "We... Sofia used the Amulet to trap Vor in it, but... this time it didn't work and..." Amber hugged her unicorn tighter. Elena put her arm around the younger girl, not taking her eyes off her. Amber took a deep breath and continued.
"And then Vor grabbed Sofia and... started hurting her. Torturing her and... all I could do was watch..." Amber began to shake as Elena held her tighter. "And soon... Sofia was- she was..." Amber felt tears well in her eyes.
Elena hugged Amber closer as she laid her cheek on the girl's golden head.. "Go on," She encouraged softly. Although she really didn't want to hear anymore, but knew that Amber needed someone to tell this to.
"And all I can think about is, how LUCKY Sofia is! She's come through things most people never dream of and she's younger than I am! But this time, she almost didn't and I'm... I'm afraid..."
"Of what?" Elena asked, though she believed she already knew the answer. Amber's next words confirmed it.
"That next time something like Vor or even worse will happen and she WON'T be lucky! That one day something just as bad will happen and... I'll lose my sister." Amber began to sob and Elena held her close. Of course she'd be afraid of that, Elena reasoned as she comforted Amber. Sofia has gone through - and miraculously- made it through some exceptionally challenging events. This one especially horrific, what with so much on the line. Yet she emerged scarred, but victorious in the end.
Despite this and regardless of how proud her family and everyone else was, Amber was genuinely afraid and understandably so. It's not every day your sister defeats such a dangerous, powerful spirit like Vor. A being that bested the Protectors and took over Enchancia with relative ease. That such a young girl defeated her was a feat in itself.
But... that just made Amber all the more worried. What if there are other threats as great as Vor out there, or greater? If Sofia were to cross paths with them, would her luck hold out?
Or would it fail her?
Amber didn't want to think about it anymore, her sister's screams of agony from the nightmare playing in her head before shaking it in an attempt to calm herself.
"Vor isn't here. She can't hurt Sofia," Amber hiccuped, now staring at the unicorn. "Sofia's going to protect us. She's trained for this."
"Yes, she is trained." Elena remarked softly. "But more than that, she has you." Amber looked up, her Amber eyes brimming with bushed tears and slight confusion. "Amber, you have been by Sofia's side from the start. She never would have gotten as far as she has without you to support her. And not just you. Your mother, your father and James. Baileywick. And Cedric, too." Her smile brightened. "ALL of you are the reason Sofia was able to get this far. It was her love for her familia that got her through this. It was love that defeated Vor."
Amber nodded, yawning slightly. The nightmares keeping her up at night weren't a pleasant thing for her mental health.
Elena seemed to notice the younger girl's tiredness and the shocking bags under her eyes that were no doubtingly once covered up in makeup during the day to not alarm anyone.
"Are those bags under your eyes?" Elena asked in shock.
"I thought make up would get rid of them," Amber yawned.
"Sorry niña. That doesn't work. I've tried. But how about I make a suggestion?"
"I'll take anything to get a good night's sleep."
Amber yawned, desperately trying to keep her eyes open so she could hear Elena's suggestion.
The one night she thought she would be Vor nightmare free hadn't worked like she hoped it would.
Just a lot of tossing and turning and little bits and pieces of dreams. Thankfully, they weren't TOO bad, at least .
But Amber needed sleep, resting her head on Elena's chest.
The older girl smiled softly, stroking her hair.
"Get some rest, Nina," Elena spoke softly as she coaxed the younger princess into slumber before turning slightly and putting out the lantern. She settled down and soon, she could hear Amber's deep, even breathing.
Elena sighed softly in relief, then allowed her own body to relax and drift into slumber.
