His black hair was dirty, stiff, and stuck to his face with sweat and grime. He had not seen a shower in a good while, but his smile never faded. Finally after 6 months of travels he had found the abandoned castle. Jet Rhyus, Son of Gordon Rhyus chuckled in the most evil of laughs.
He had gotten where he wanted and soon oh so soon he would claim what was rightfully his.
The castle was large and dirty, it was obvious no one had stepped on this land for at least a Century. The ground was full of leaves and the castle gates were full of vines, some dry and others still green.
He attempted to open the door but the plants were preventing him from entering. He slashed with his blade, desperate to finally get in.
Jet Rhyus pulled on the doors, making them creak and pop from so much time without use.
The place was dark and gloomy, giving off vibes of no trespassing.
He walked in easily through the main door, for it was laying in the ground, it's hinges broken from time.
He entered slowly, his gentil footsteps echoing through the abandoned home. Quickly he scanned the room, there was only furniture scattered and thrashed. There was spiderwebs here and there, and dust everywhere.
The main room was big and dark, with no signs of life anywhere. The convict continued his way and there afar Jet Rhyus could see a stairway, which he could only assume lead to the royal Chambers.
The hairs on his spine went straight up as soon as he set foot on the very first step of the stairs. The dark wood creaked under his weight as he went on, ignoring all the signals his body gave off. His ambition was much bigger than his fear.
The convict reached to his blade, for some reason he felt he wasn't alone, but quietly he reached two big doors, which he'd assumed we're the former queens Chambers.
He kicked the door open without warning, making the walls of the castle echo with a shrilling sound. He knew nothing was behind there, but his. instinct had advised otherwise.
Slowly walking into the room he realized it was impecable, nothing to do with how the outside was treated. The bed was neatly done, the floors looked freshly mopped, and there was a sweet scent of apples in the room.
With his weapon in hand he walked on further, towards the massive bed in the middle of the room. His eyes once again scanned around, and finally after so much time of searching he had found it.
A silver mirror lined with fine detailed gold sat prideful on the wall of the late evil queen, it's glorious beauty untouched, clean, and magical.
Closing the distance between himself and the mirror he began laughing. His reflection showed how terrible he looked, his long hair was stuck to his face, sweat and dirt covered his being, and his blue eyes were blood shot from lack of sleep. Most of his clothes were ripped, but that smile on his face would now never fade.
He had reached the mirror. Now nothing was going to stop him from becoming Arendelles king.
With his arms spread wide open and his eyes locked on his own through the mirror, Jet Rhyus, former royal guard of Arendelle asked the mirror, the very question he had been waiting to hear the answer to.
"Magic mirror on the wall... Show me where the man that holds queen Elsa's heart is!"
A cloud began to appear on the mirror, his reflection disappearing while a cloud was circling slowly. It began to vanish only to display the very image of the man who'd stolen his crown. The man with the red unmistakable hair sat in the grass, whispering in the queens ear. He could see the pink of the potion in her eyes as she stared lovingly at him. Suddenly he let go and began caressing what looked to be her slightly swollen belly.
"No!" His eyes went wide suddenly. His face began to twist in rage, his skin going red from his blood rising.
He went to the mirror and began banging on it harshly. Until a pale mask appeared and removed the image of the two young lovers.
With tears of hate he spoke again. "Where are they!?"
The mirror looked down at him with no emotion in its eyes.
"Rothenburg is where the prince and the queen reside."
Upon hearing this his eyes went wild and he stared at the mirror in its facr.
"Prince!? WHAT PRINCE!?"
"Prince Hans Westergaard. 13th Son of king Hansel, and queen History Westergaard of the Southern Isles."
With uncontrollable violence taking over his mind he went at the mirror, taking out his rage on it. With his blade high in the air he began sticking it once, twice, four times, until little shards of the magic mirror began to fly to the ground. He went at it until breaking it off the wall. Blinded by rage he went over to the bed throwing and trashing the furniture in the room, until leaving nothing untouched.
After an hour he sat there with his blade in his forehead. He was sitting by the mess in the room, his eyes glued to the shards of the mirror. His jaw clenched dangerously as he stood to walk out.
Not knowing if the mirror would still work he bent over and grabbed on of the bigger pieces shoving it into one of his pockets, and began towards the exit.
It was still prince Hans who was taking the light from him.
Now he would find him, and now he would make sure he would kill him. There was no stopping his death now, he would personally cut him until nothing remained.
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Hans laid there from under a tree with his wife laying by his side.
There was no other way he would have it. His life was perfect. He began to whisper sweet things in her ear as he went on to touch her swollen belly.
"There is nothing more I can ask from life at this moment..."
The queen closed her eyes and bit her lip. Though she was afraid to say it. It was true, there was nothing more perfect than them together. Love was in the air.
With a sigh he made to sit up helping his wife stand as well.
"We must get going queen Elsa."
When he formally addressed her she frowned, "why do you keep calling me that?"
With a red brow high he looked to her, "queen Elsa?"
"That is your name and title, your majesty."
His eyes suddenly caught sight of a caterpillar climbing up the tree they had just been under.
Regaining himself he placed his hands behind his back. "Until I am officially known as your husband, my queen, I cannot get used to call you but otherwise. It would be informal of me to speak to you an equal, in the least in front of others."
With an understanding nod she walked up to him, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "I understand Berry Van Buren."
"Now come, we must settle in the town of Rothenburg. Our second to last stop."
He readied the horses tying them to the queens carriage. He quickly helped her on, and mounted himself, they would be in town within a few minutes.
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Anna smiled softly towards Gerda who was crying.
"Gerda. Thank you so much... It really means a lot."
She offered her the gift once again and Anna smiling took it.
It had been a possession of Gerda, from her youth, from when she'd had fallen pregnant, but unfortunately had lost the child.
"Since then you girls have been everything to me. You're both like the children I never had."
Kai looked to the princess whose eyes had now rippled into tears.
"I feel the same way... Princess Anna." Tears now flowed from his eyes. "You two are our girls."
The princess smiled again and placed the small baby outfit inside one of the cribs they had for the coming baby, and ran up to the two and hugged them.
"We're very proud to be able to witness the coming of your child."
Kai let go of the girls and began towards Anna, "and if you, and sir Kristoff, would allow us, we would love to be the ones to care for your child."
"Of course!" Anna smiled once again. "I would be honored."
"Princess!" Faustino from the council rushed into the room almost shouting, "they're here, the prince and princess of Corona!"
Gerda made to smile and stepped aside for the redhead to greet the royals. "I'll get back to you guys! Thank you so much!"
She walked out slowly, with her still growing belly. "oh wait! Kristoff!"
She made quick to the nearest maid and asked if they could get him for her.
One ran out one way and the other went the opposite direction.
She reached the throne room and sat in her spot, ready to be waiting for her husband and company.
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He marched angirly back to his trusted steed, it would still be two months until he could reach Rothenburg, and by that time they could be gone.
He mounted his horse heavily and dug his heels in the steeds ribs. He needed to reach the two fast. Before they left the town.
He could not waste no time.
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Elsa began to get nervous as the tall white man walked around her. Her dress was big and poofy covering her rounding belly. She sincerely hoped he could not see her evergrowing stomach under all the layers of clothes.
His name was Adam Santino, he stood tall, as big as Kristoff, he had big beautiful blue eyes, blond hair, and very detailed features.
He had his hands behind his back, and he fully ignored how uncomfortable he was making her guard.
They stood in the entrance of his home, here they would stay for two nights. Being pregnant was making Elsa extra tired.
"I see it holds true my queen."
He smiled seductively and slowly bowed before her on one knee.
"Your beauty is beyond compare."
Hans held his hands behind his back and shook his head visibly, his lips were slightly turned up, and it killed him he could not say a thing.
The blonde shook her head, "thank you, sir Adam, but I fear that my stop here is strictly for business. I am not a woman who any man can simply gaze at, and try to swoon. I am focusing in my country's best interest, which lead me to come to these unused lands in which I stand."
He stared at her with his eyes only on her, and with a sickly handsome smile.
"Now. Do not disrespect your queen, and let's settle matters."
Adam closed his eyes, "I had not realized I was offending my queen. Please my most sincere apologies."
Elsa looked down on him with her head high. "I request my guard to be stationed in my room. I want none other than him. He is the only man I trust; and the only one who is fully aware of my needs."
To this the man shook his head. "I am sorry I don't-"
"It's a direct order from the queen. If you will excuse me, I would like to set in. We've had a very long day. Travels are very tiring."
He bowed to her, but with his eyes showed admiration. She was not queen for nothing. "As you wish your majesty, please follow me."
He walked the two into his Beautiful home. It was all white, with marble floors, so shiny it put her castles to shame. There was indoor plants decorating, it was simply luxurious.
"What are your people dedicated to?"
The blond knight looked to her and showed her the door to her room. "We have dedicated our lives to respect the crown, and for our economy, we are your #1 on cattle and swine my queen, we are the ones who deliver the product to be shipped in trade."
Elsa nodded. "Why then would you offer the lands?"
He smiled and opened the door to their visiting room.
"Because though we are many, we have more spare lands than the other towns. We have thousands of acres that can help the queen, without affecting our meats."
With that said the man in waiting excused himself to continue his day.
It was true she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever set eyes on, and her attitude was even more attractive, she was confident, and knew what she wanted. Yet he could see she was vulnerable. Adam nodded to himself.
"A queen as beautiful as her should not have the burden to rule alone." Maybe he could go, once this tour of hers was over, and she would be less stressed, she might consider his offer.
Hans closed the door quietly behind him, only to be interrupted by a knock.
Three servant men came im carrying a small bed and placed it away, very far away, from the queens own. They quickly assembled it, made it and puffed the pillows, before one baby one made towards the door with a low bow.
Their shiny shoes clicked on the marbel floors. "Excuse us your majesty. We were ordered to quickly bring this to your aid. We're very sorry for the intrusion."
The servants stepped out bowing low once again and closed the door behind themselves, leaving the two finally at privacy.
Hans shook his head and as soon as the servants had left the room turned to look at the queen shaking his head.
He walked on over to his bed and reclined in it. He looked to the ceiling, but he did not say a word.
Elsa closed her eyes and lay on the big mattress that had been given to her. It was soft and pleasant, so much that she didn't realize when she fell asleep.
The prince scanned his eyes over his wife's body and sighed. She was cursed with beauty and charm. There was no man who could resist her enchantment, and that killed him.
With a click of his tongue he stood and wrapped her up with the white blanket on the bed.
"No one loves you Elsa like I do."
He leaned over and placed a small kiss on her forehead and laid back on the bed they'd provided for him.
The two needed some much needed rest.
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Heidi laughed as she felt the little kicks of her unborn child. She held her father's hand on her belly and all James could do was tear up with joy.
She was 7 months along, and everything pointed fine. He was such a proud father, even through all the things they had gone through.
James let go of her swollen belly, and nodded to her happily.
"My daughter, ye have made me proud. You have given me back my life."
She giggled and stared her father in his eyes. "Thank you for being a great father."
He held onto her hand and shook his head. "I love you daughter of mine."
Amos suddenly walked into the room, interrupting the father and daughter moment. Heidi's mood suddenly darkened as he sat by her.
"Sir, James?"
The big man looked towards his son in law, "yes?"
He held out his hand with a letter with the royal seal. "It's from Berry Van Buren."
James couldn't help the smile on his face, Berry had not forgotten about them.
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