A Gunsmith Cat's 'Fic
Vol.3 Part 2
By; Talis13
Standard Disclaimer- Ah, this is turning into a longer story than I thought. I'm changing the whole Cinderella story it looks like too (shrug). Ah well. All characters belong to Kenichi Sonoda, not me. (Dang). ^^ Enjoy!
The next morning, May happily tromped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing a bagel and orange juice, she looked over the previous days work; coming fairly well. She bit into the bagel and sat at the table, still rereading her work. She looked up and saw Rally walk into the kitchen, humming a tune, dreamy smile on her face. She began to make coffee, and leaned against the counter, looking at May. She grinned. "What's the word girly?"
May arched an eyebrow at this behavior. "Getting back to work on my story." She replied. "What are you in such a good mood for?"
Rally shrugged and got the cream out of the fridge, still smiling. May watched, enthralled at Rally's goofy smile and behavior. She was about to say something when the kitchen door opened once more, showing in a rumpled Bean Bandit. He rubbed his eyes quirky smile on his lips despite the early hour. May looked up surprised and grinned. "Well hey Bean. Didn't know you were still here. No wonder you're both in such a good mood: you both got some last night! Geeez! Will wonders never cease?"
He gave her a sleepy, very canine grin and walked over to Rally getting out cups. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered something too her; May just missed it. Rally laughed and handed him a cup of coffee and then got her own, putting in cream and sweetener. May grinned as they walked back out the door into the living room. Will wonders never cease? She grabbed her pencil and began to write once more.
The next morning, Rally and Misty were up early like normal. Misty out to do chores and Rally to continue her work on the dress; she should be able to finish it today. Whistling as she spread the dress out before her, Rally threaded a needle and began her task. As she sewed the gold into the velvet, her thoughts turned towards the man she finally met on a name basis yesterday. He was polite, charming and had a peculiarly fascinating name. She smiled as her fingers worked the fabric; maybe he would be at the ball. Frowning, Rally wondered again how she would explain being there in the first place. And how would she avoid May and especially Becky?! Her mind turned back to the task at hand. She worked steadily until she heard someone behind her. Turning, Rally met Becky's eyes. Rally stood. "Yes ma'am?"
"I want to see what you've done." She demanded, coming into the room. She picked the dress up and looked carefully; all of the fine detail glimmering in the light shining through the window. The beauty of it was breath taking at the very least. Becky dropped the garment to the tabletop. "I'm not happy with this."
Rally's jaw dropped. "What?"
"I said." Becky began as she pulled out the shears. "I am not happy with this."
She cut the dress to pieces as Rally stood, staring at the fabric across the table. Her eyes brimming with tears; all of her hard work, ruined. "What did you do that for?! What? Because you don't like ME, you ruin your own daughters dress?!? What kind of mother are you??"
Becky smiled despite the fact. Rally turned and ran up to the room she shared with Misty. She pulled out a piece of paper to write Misty a note.
Dear Misty;
I'm sorry my friend, I had to leave. All of my hard work was ruined by that demon of a woman! Poor May will hopefully have a dress. I hope. It was ruined; torn to shreds by that evil woman. I'm leaving; I'm not sure where I will go; maybe the city. But I recommend you leave as well. This place is no longer home. Take the dress you've worked so very hard on and go to the ball yourself. You shall shine, I'm sure. Maybe I'll run into you again.
Love,
Rally
Rally tucked the note into Misty's stash of silver jewelry and blue fabric and then packed a few of her possessions into a small pack. An extra dress she had and the last book her father had given her Romeo and Juliet. She walked out the door, down the stairs and out the door. After traveling down the drive, she looked back once at the house and turned down the road towards the town. As she walked, she thought of Misty working and of the man she met; Bean. Misty was wrong; fairy tales and true love were for children. Real life was much harsher. Her eyes filling with tears once more, Rally trod silently down the road. She heard the approach of horses hooves and moved to the side, not bothering to glance up. Rally watched her feet hit the dirt road, tears dripping down her cheeks. "My dear, such clear blue eyes should not be filled with tears."
Her head shot up at the sound. Surely not. She glanced up; it was him. "Sorry. Don't worry about me."
He dismounted from the black horse and grabbed her hand. "What's wrong?"
She turned on him crying. "Why do you care!? My station in life is far lower than yours I'm sure! Why do you even speak to me?!"
He looked shocked a moment. "I do care. And 'station' doesn't matter to me. I speak to you because you are an intriguing young lady; is that wrong?"
"YES! Nobody ever speaks to peasants! Why the sudden change? Was it royal decree that I never heard of?" she sobbed, looking down. She paused a moment: she was being rather hard on him even if her problems weren't his fault. "I'm sorry."
He hugged her. "Its alright. Please tell me what's wrong. Only then can I help."
She pulled in a shuddered breath and related the story, from the beginning. "I was ordered by my 'stepmother' to finish a dress for her daughter. It was a green velvet dress and oh so pretty. I added gold embroidery over the whole garment. I was almost finished today; she came in and destroyed it! Completely! Her own daughter's dress, because she hates me!! I'm leaving that house. I've been there my whole life, but since my father died, she has ran it and made me miserable the whole time! I don't even know what I did to deserve this treatment. I just want to stay away and make sure Misty gets away too. I've been a servant in my own house because of this woman! My father hoped she would tech me to be a 'proper court lady', but obviously that didn't happen. Misty wanted to sneak me into that 'royal ball' and meet this dashing prince, fall in love, get married and live happily ever after. Which of course wouldn't happen anyways. She was wrong; fairy tales are for children with dreams, not people like me." Rally finished with a damp sigh.
Bean looked down at the top of her head, amazed at what this girl had been through. He shook his head and whispered. "You're wrong. Fairy tales and living happily ever after do exist you know."
"Prove it." She ordered, arms crossed. Teary cheeks turned up.
He grinned. "Well, where shall I start? I know; do you still want to go to that ball? I can make sure you can you know."
"How can you do that?" she asked suspiciously, eyeing him warily as her stance loosened.
He shrugged and waved a hand as he spoke. "Apparently my father is giving it for choosing a bride or some nonsense like that."
Rally's jaw worked, but no sound came. She dropped to a bow, face almost touching the ground. "I'm so sorry your highness!! Please forgive me!! I'm so very sorry! Please, please forgive me!" her fingers grabbed the grass at her knees in fear.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. "You don't have to do that. I would prefer that you didn't actually."
She stood rigidly, trying to decide what to do. He smiled. "Well, what of your friend? I got the impression she knew who I was."
Rally's shock turned into a scowl. "That little fink! I'll bet she did!! Divulging information indeed!! I'm going to get her when I see her next."
Bean laughed. "No need for violence."
"Sorry your highness." She mumbled, still thinking of ways to harm her friend.
"Please, call me Bean." He requested as he grabbed her hand.
She looked surprised. "Umm.okay. Sorry your- um, I mean Bean." She blushed looking at her feet as she stumbled over her own words and thoughts. Why did you fall for the prince of a country?! Of all the rotten luck: the one person she would never be able to have.
Bean cleared his throat and looked down at her, thinking about this strange girl he had the pleasure of running into. "Well. Did you still want to go to the ball?"
She looked up. "Huh? Peasants don't mix at royal functions; I would think you of all people would know that."
He arched an eyebrow with a smile. She certainly wasn't afraid. "Well, your own father wanted you to be a 'proper court lady' didn't he? That means, under normal circumstances, you should be going anyways."
Rally stopped a moment and her head shot up, taking in what he just said. "I've thought of myself as another peasant for so long, I've forgotten I originally was a lady of the house." She whispered, thinking of her chances getting just a bit better.
He hugged her again and smiled. "My thoughts exactly my dear. Now would you still like to go? If only to prove to your.stepmother, you are NOT that which she deigned for you to be."
"I'd love to.but I don't have a dress! My friend Misty was making one for me. She worked so hard on it, but I told her to wear it instead and go. That way I could try and figure out a way to get her out of there! I don't really have anything now."
"Calm down." He ran a hand down her hair. "Come with me, I'll take care of you and make sure your friend is freed from her prison as well. Not to mention taking care of the woman that was supposed to take care of you."
Rally nodded and began walking towards town when Bean stopped her. "Wait. Come over here." She walked over and looked at him. He grinned and helped her behind the saddle and then hopped up behind her. She grasped his waist and giggled a bit; it had been a very long time since she had ridden a horse! Bean smiled and pulled his hood up over his head, then trotted the horse into town. The whole way there Rally was smiling brightly; fairy tales indeed. As they rode through the town, a few people glanced up and saw who he was, and bent into a bow as he passed. Others, more peasant folk, weren't sure why people were bowing and continued with their business. As they approached the palace, Rally got visibly nervous. He looked over his shoulder at her. "What's wrong?"
"I'm nervous." She replied, her grasp tightening subtly around his waist.
"Um." he rearranged his thoughts distracted from her touch. "Yes I noticed. I'm just wondering why?"
She grinned. "This is turning into one of those situations where you wonder what the guy's parents are going to say about the girl he just brought home."
He chuckled. "I wouldn't worry much about that my dear. My mother is already familiar with your name and somewhat.forward manner."
"Ack! You mean she thinks I'm another little ruffian?! That's not going to help her opinion of me!!" Rally squeaked.
"On the contrary. She was reminded of herself before marrying my father." He grinned at her.
Rally's head turned. "Really? Now I'm intrigued."
Bean nodded as they approached the palace gates. The horse's shoed hooves made a 'clop' sound over the heavy wooden planks. Rally looked at the inner court of the palace. There was a lot of preparation for the ball in two days. People were scurrying around, trying to get everything done in time. Rally giggled a little and then looked over his shoulder. "They seem to be making a big fuss over you."
He grinned and shrugged. "I suppose. Baby of the court and all that."
Rally giggled again and turned back to watch life's passing parade. Suddenly, they stopped at the stables and a young man came out to retrieve the prince's black steed. He waited patiently while Bean and Rally got off the horse. Bean came off first, pulling the hood from his head, and then grabbing Rally around the waist and setting her gently on the ground, quite close. She looked up with a smile meeting chocolate brown. Bean smiled as well and gave the reins to the caretaker. He grabbed her hand and led her into the back of the palace. They walked through a vast kitchen, passing many servants in a rush for the evening meal. Rally watched as the dishes flew by carrying decorative food. They then went through some darker corridors before reaching a vast corridor in a decorative hall. Large tapestries hung down the walls, showing great deeds and history of the royal family. Her blue eyes took all of this information in. He led her silently down another hallway, and stopped at a door with a guard in front of it. The guard looked up. "Yes sir?"
"Is the queen in?"
"Yes sir." He replied before stepping from the front and opening the door. Bean nodded and pulled Rally into the open room. The stonewalls were decorated with sewing of emblems of the family. That was odd; the emblem seemed to be a silver running horse. She shrugged. She then noted that there was someone watching her with an amused smile. Rally turned towards the woman. She was quite beautiful, even for her age. She had dark hair with small wisps of silver streaking through it. Also those familiar chocolate eyes she had grown rather fond of in such a short period of time. A gown of red and silver swooshed as she stood up, hands folded in front of her. Her smile broadened. "Well my dear, who might this be?"
Bean actually blushed slightly. "This is Rally, mother."
The queen's smile lightened again. "I thought so. My dear, I have heard quite a bit about you, even though apparently you two just recently met."
Rally looked down. "Thank you ma'am. Good I hope."
"Very good my dear." She replied, looking at her son watching this young lady. "So, I'd like you to tell me about yourself." She looked at her son. "I shall send for you when we are done."
"Yes mother." He replied with a nod before walking out the door. He threw one more longing glance at Rally before exiting.
"Now, please, sit down Rally." The queen asked as she herself took a seat. "Now, my dear, tell me about you. And don't leave anything out."
"Where shall I start? Oh, and what should I call you? Ma'am? Your highness?"
The queen smiled. "Start at the beginning and call me Katherine in the sanctuary of this room."
Rally nodded. "Alright. Well, when I was eleven years old, my father had brought home my stepmother and stepsister, for he had raised me on his own after my mother died when I was very young. He taught me to ride horses and fight with swords."
"I had heard of that." The queen smiled.
Rally blushed. "Yes, I suppose so." She continued. "Well, my father had to leave the day after he brought them home. He collapsed off of the horse and died right there in front of me. My stepmother, Becky, seemed to hold that against me, all though I hadn't any idea of what had happened really. So instead of making me 'a lady of the house' as father wished, I became a servant in the house for the last ten years. Becky has just hated me, left no room for me to do right. Her daughter, May, wasn't nearly as bad. She at least, respected what I did for her. So, I was assigned to finish a dress for May for the upcoming ball. I embroidered using golden thread all around a green velvet dress for May; I was almost finished today." Rally had tears in her eyes. "I worked so hard and Becky tore the dress to shreds. I HAD to leave; I couldn't bear being near her any longer."
The queen nodded with a small frown. Rally continued. "So, I left. I was coming towards the city when I was stopped by 'my swordplay partner' as my friend Misty referred to him as." Rally showed the small hints of a smile. The queen smiled slightly. "He explained who he was to me and I about died! I had no idea and felt ridiculous. I just assumed he was in the royal court or just another upper class citizen or something!"
The queen nodded. "Yes, I understand. He likes to go out and about as it were. And I had wondered what had sparked his sudden interest in the market square of all places."
Rally blushed and continued. "Well, that's about all there is to my story. That and I want to make sure Misty can get away from that estate. She's my only friend. May is close, only because she never verbally abused anybody. I do like her though."
"I see. Well, let's get you cleaned up for dinner." The queen stated before calling one of her serving girls over and gave her orders. Rally said a polite good evening to the queen and then followed the serving girl out to the bathing rooms. It was fairly warm and humid in the rooms as hot water was poured into the porcelain tub that Rally was sat in. She watched as the girl smiled and poured Raspberry scented oil in the tub and left a sponge for Rally to use. Rally cleaned herself in the warm water and then washed her black hair to a sparkling cleanliness. The serving girl came back and helped her out of the tub with a robe. Then, Rally was led through another door and into another large, open room. The girl opened a large closet and turned smiling. "So Miss Rally, what would you like to wear?"
Rally's chin dropped as she looked into the vast closet, utterly overflowing with beautiful gowns. "I have no idea! Isn't there anything a little less.um, showy?"
The girl grinned. "Don't be silly! You'll fit right in! Besides, you're having dinner with the royal family; a guest of the prince even! Many young ladies would be very happy in your position miss."
Rally blushed and looked down. "Okay. Well, I'm not sure what's appropriate for dinner."
"Well, what's your favorite color to wear?"
"Blue is my favorite."
"Okay." The girl stepped into the closet and shuffled things around a moment. She reemerged with a flowing blue gown. "How's this?"
Rally looked with wonder at the dress being held for her; it was thick blue velvet with long tight sleeves. The ends of the sleeves flared open, revealing silver stichwork inside in a cross pattern. The skirt didn't flare too much, but the front of the dress from the chest to the waist and then the flare of the skirt was done in silver fabric that sparkled as it caught the light. "Its- its beautiful."
The serving girl smiled again and helped Rally to put on her new dress. Her trim figure was showed off by the cut of the dress and the color as well. The young girl went and fetched some fine slippers for her to wear but Rally shook her head. "Do you have any boots?"
The girl looked thoughtful a moment and then grinned. "I'll check."
Rally waited and the girl reemerged with black leather boots that came to the ankle. Rally smiled and put them on. She was then set at a small vanity and the girl brushed her hair soft. Rally turned slightly when the girl looked for a necklace. "What's your name?"
The girl smiled sweetly and then continued to dig in the jewelry box. "Mary Anne Miss Rally."
"Well, thank you for your help Mary Anne. I would never have been able to accomplish this on my own." She murmured as the necklace was fastened around her neck.
Mary Anne smiled again. "There you are miss Rally! All pretty to see the queen!"
Rally blushed as Mary Anne helped her up and they walked into the hall. Rally was led back down to the Queen's chambers. They were let in once again by the guard at the door. Rally noticed that the queen sat quietly talking with Bean. He looked up and had a sharp intake of breath. Mary Anne giggled. The queen looked up with a smile. "Thank you Mary Anne, you may go." Mary Anne bowed and left.
Katherine looked over at Rally. "You look beautiful my dear. Please, come into the room."
Rally walked unsteadily into the very open room and then stopped a few feet away, head bowed down. "I can't thank you enough for you kindness."
Katherine smiled. "Well, if you would be so kind as to attend this ball that I just found out my son won't go to unless you're there, that would be thanks enough."
Rally looked up in surprise. She looked at Bean, hands on her hips. "It's being thrown in your honor you silly boy! You must go!"
Katherine watched the girl's straightforward manner, reminding her very much of her own self. Bean looked almost red. He looked up, face serious a moment. "Do you even know why I would want you to be there?"
Rally arched an eyebrow. "Not really. I don't actually know what its for." She stood thinking. "Let's see, if I recall what the invitation said.I know it was being given in Bean's honor. for something."
"For selection of a bride." Katherine threw in with a smile.
"For selection of a." Rally trailed off as her eyes grew fairly large.
"A bride." He finished for her, standing up and walking over to her. He grabbed her chin and looked straight into those clear blue eyes. "I want you there, so I may present you to the whole kingdom if you would do me that tremendous honor." Rally was trying to say something, but no sound came out. Bean looked at her again. "If you would do me that honor, I would be happy forever." He whispered in her hair.
"Of course." She whispered. "Of course I will!" she jumped and hugged him. He set her down, moving the black hair from her face. He looked into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. It only lasted a moment, but Rally was in heaven.
Katherine smiled, tears in her eyes. She stood up and clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! I am so very happy for you both!"
Bean turned and grasped Rally's hand. "However, we need to retrieve your friend from her capture."
"Yes! Definitely! I want to make sure Misty gets away from that awful place!" Rally stated as she grasped his hand in hers.
Katherine had a wily look on her face. "I have an idea my dear. Come with me." She led both into an adjoining room to discuss her plan.
May set her pencil down; almost done! Just need to wrap it up. She stood and looked at the clock; already eleven o'clock in the afternoon. She walked over to the fridge to get another can of pop and then walked into the living room and then up the stairs to take a shower. After a quick shower and change of clothes, May hopped down the stairs, watching as Rally waved out the door at Bean, who was leaving. May grinned. "Does he have a job today?"
Rally frowned. "Dammit, yes."
May giggled and then turned before heading back into the kitchen. "You two aren't going to be as bad as me and Ken are you?"
Rally arched an eyebrow and had a sly smile. "Not yet. But there's always tomorrow."
May gave an appreciative grin and then walked into the kitchen to finish her story. She picked up the pencil and began the task of coming up with an ending.
That evening, outside the Vincent manor, a royal courier came up on a large gray horse. He jumped off and was greeted at the door by Misty. "Hello. May I help you?"
He smiled. "Yes. May I speak to the lady of the house please?"
"Certainly. Please wait a moment." Misty ran into the house and followed Becky to the door.
Becky turned on the charm for a person of the court. "What may I do for you good sir?"
His face turned serious. "I am looking for a girl named Misty. We were informed that she is employed in this household?"
"Yes." Becky pointed at Misty behind her. "That's her. Why?"
"She has been summoned to the palace, because of thievery. You are to bring the stolen items with you." The courier replied.
Becky's eyes widened. "You ridiculous little girl!! By all means, take her from my presence."
Misty's eyes were wide as she stepped back in to retrieve the jewelry and cloth; she had never been caught before! Why the sudden change? Back downstairs she was pushed out by Becky. She walked up to the courier, head down. He grabbed her around the wrist not holding the basket. "Thank you ma'am." He nodded at Becky and then pulled Misty gently to his waiting horse. She mounted in front of him and they trotted slowly down the dirt drive. She was trying to think why a 'courier' of all people would come for her over a prison wagon; not that she was complaining!! The man interrupted her thoughts. "Hi. That's not why you're being taken to the palace Misty. The queen sent me."
Misty turned with a start. "What?"
He grinned. "The queen sent me. You're not in trouble. I'm not sure what's going on exactly, I was just told not to reveal any information to anyone but you about it though."
Misty turned again. "I see. I guess it's all right as long as I'm not in trouble. But why bring.uh, this?" she held up the basket of items.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm just doing as ordered."
"What's your name?"
The courier smiled warmly. "My name's Ken."
The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful through town as Misty grasped the basket and they trotted into the palace yard. She eyed the vastness of it. They stopped at the stable, dropped off the horse and walked into the palace, again through the kitchen. Misty did not meet the queen first; she was taken care of by Mary Anne. She again filled the tub, and helped Misty to pick out a gown. Misty settled on one that was a deep green in color, with flowing sleeves and a full skirt. She swooshed out of the room behind Mary Anne with a surprised look on her face. They stopped at the queen's chambers and the guard let in Mary Anne and Misty. Misty held her breath as she stepped into the vast room behind the small girl leading her; she did not know what to expect. She saw the room's occupants stand; the queen in her red and silver gown, the prince, or Bean, in a dark tunic and slacks along with a girl in a dark blue dress. It took a moment to realize who she was looking at: Misty's jaw dropped and Rally smiled. They ran towards each other and embraced. "Rally?! Oh my gosh, I thought I would never see you again!!"
"I wanted to make sure you got out of that horrible place!" Rally replied as they broke their hug, but still held hands. "I had to leave after what happened."
"I know, I saw! I can't believe that evil woman did that." Misty mumbled but then turned with a start. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, my lady, sir." She dropped to the floor in a deep bow.
Katherine smiled. "That's alright my dear. Please stand. My son you already have met so I've been informed. And then of course Lady Rally."
Misty smiled at Bean and then turned to the Rally. "So, are you going by Rally?"
"What do you mean?" Katherine asked.
Rally blushed lightly. "Well, my full name is Irene Rally Vincent. But I usually just go by Rally."
"Oh, is that all? That's fine dear, my son has his penchant for nicknames, so I understand." She looked pointedly over at Bean who had a hand behind his neck.
Misty looked at the others. "So. Tell me what's happening?"
Rally related the story from when she left to when Misty herself got to the palace. Misty looked shell-shocked for a moment then grinned. "Don't believe in true love and fairy tales 'eh?"
Rally blushed. "I think I've changed my mind on that."
"I should hope so." Misty replied with a wink. "But what will happen to May and Becky? I don't think May deserves a severe punishment. Becky on the other hand."
"That shall all be taken care of at the ball." Katherine replied with a mysterious smile. Rally and Bean grinned as well; Misty felt she did not want to be in Becky's shoes at the ball being held in two days. She nodded and looked towards Katherine. "I thank you for your kindness Katherine. I'm not sure how I can repay you."
The queen looked up thoughtfully. "If you would just curb that sneak thief habit, that will be payment enough."
Misty blushed brightly. "Ahh.not a problem your highness."
Katherine nodded and then all four left for the evening meal. Two guards accompanied the group since the queen was among them. They walked into a huge hall; tables lined around the perimeter, people on the royal court and visiting people all at the vast number of tables. The king set at the head of the room, slightly higher than the rest of the court tables. Both Rally and Misty looked at the king; he was slightly overweight, with coal black hair cut short, also wearing red and silver garments with the horse emblem across the left front of his tunic. He stood, as did everyone else for the queen entering the room. She nodded and took her place to his right. Bean took the place to the left after he showed Rally her place on his left and Misty to her left. As the royal family sat down, Rally and Misty did as well. They looked at each other with questioning looks; mostly 'what in the world are WE doing here?!?' The meal was served and all began to eat with murmured conversation across the room. Primarily about Rally and Misty sitting up with the royal family. Especially Rally; she seemed to have the prince riveted without even saying a word. They ate a meal of roast duck, toasted bread, salad and fresh fruit, with music by a small four-person set of musicians in the far corner. Misty turned to Rally between grapes. "This is amazing!"
"Yes I know." Rally replied. "I hardly believe it myself."
"Not that! The fact that you are going to be a princess!" Misty stated as Rally blushed. "I want to be a lady in waiting!!"
"Why?"
"It will be a wonderful job I'm sure!" Misty sighed after eating a slice of apple. "Plus I get to meet all of the guys and still see my best friend!!"
Rally smiled. "Yes I suppose so. But its still like a serving position. I would think you would want something more out of life."
"Nah. Maybe I'll meet somebody, get married and live happily ever after, and still be a lady in waiting." Misty stated with a smile and a wave of explanation.
"Well, I want you to do what YOU want Misty! That's what's important to me." Rally replied, sitting with her hands primly crossed in her lap.
"I didn't think you'd fight the whole, 'happily ever after' thing." Misty stated with a sly smile directed towards her friend.
"I hardly think I can now." Rally stated.
"Point." Misty shrugged. She then turned towards Bean. "Your highness? Is that what I call you now?"
"Call me Bean." He stated with a smile.
"Okay Bean. Well, what do you think about this whole thing?"
He looked up thoughtfully a moment. "I'm officially believing in happy endings and happily ever after now too."
"Wonderful!" Misty cheered as Rally and Bean shared a loving glance. Dinner was finished without a lot of excitement.
Continued in Part 3 of 3.
Vol.3 Part 2
By; Talis13
Standard Disclaimer- Ah, this is turning into a longer story than I thought. I'm changing the whole Cinderella story it looks like too (shrug). Ah well. All characters belong to Kenichi Sonoda, not me. (Dang). ^^ Enjoy!
The next morning, May happily tromped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing a bagel and orange juice, she looked over the previous days work; coming fairly well. She bit into the bagel and sat at the table, still rereading her work. She looked up and saw Rally walk into the kitchen, humming a tune, dreamy smile on her face. She began to make coffee, and leaned against the counter, looking at May. She grinned. "What's the word girly?"
May arched an eyebrow at this behavior. "Getting back to work on my story." She replied. "What are you in such a good mood for?"
Rally shrugged and got the cream out of the fridge, still smiling. May watched, enthralled at Rally's goofy smile and behavior. She was about to say something when the kitchen door opened once more, showing in a rumpled Bean Bandit. He rubbed his eyes quirky smile on his lips despite the early hour. May looked up surprised and grinned. "Well hey Bean. Didn't know you were still here. No wonder you're both in such a good mood: you both got some last night! Geeez! Will wonders never cease?"
He gave her a sleepy, very canine grin and walked over to Rally getting out cups. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered something too her; May just missed it. Rally laughed and handed him a cup of coffee and then got her own, putting in cream and sweetener. May grinned as they walked back out the door into the living room. Will wonders never cease? She grabbed her pencil and began to write once more.
The next morning, Rally and Misty were up early like normal. Misty out to do chores and Rally to continue her work on the dress; she should be able to finish it today. Whistling as she spread the dress out before her, Rally threaded a needle and began her task. As she sewed the gold into the velvet, her thoughts turned towards the man she finally met on a name basis yesterday. He was polite, charming and had a peculiarly fascinating name. She smiled as her fingers worked the fabric; maybe he would be at the ball. Frowning, Rally wondered again how she would explain being there in the first place. And how would she avoid May and especially Becky?! Her mind turned back to the task at hand. She worked steadily until she heard someone behind her. Turning, Rally met Becky's eyes. Rally stood. "Yes ma'am?"
"I want to see what you've done." She demanded, coming into the room. She picked the dress up and looked carefully; all of the fine detail glimmering in the light shining through the window. The beauty of it was breath taking at the very least. Becky dropped the garment to the tabletop. "I'm not happy with this."
Rally's jaw dropped. "What?"
"I said." Becky began as she pulled out the shears. "I am not happy with this."
She cut the dress to pieces as Rally stood, staring at the fabric across the table. Her eyes brimming with tears; all of her hard work, ruined. "What did you do that for?! What? Because you don't like ME, you ruin your own daughters dress?!? What kind of mother are you??"
Becky smiled despite the fact. Rally turned and ran up to the room she shared with Misty. She pulled out a piece of paper to write Misty a note.
Dear Misty;
I'm sorry my friend, I had to leave. All of my hard work was ruined by that demon of a woman! Poor May will hopefully have a dress. I hope. It was ruined; torn to shreds by that evil woman. I'm leaving; I'm not sure where I will go; maybe the city. But I recommend you leave as well. This place is no longer home. Take the dress you've worked so very hard on and go to the ball yourself. You shall shine, I'm sure. Maybe I'll run into you again.
Love,
Rally
Rally tucked the note into Misty's stash of silver jewelry and blue fabric and then packed a few of her possessions into a small pack. An extra dress she had and the last book her father had given her Romeo and Juliet. She walked out the door, down the stairs and out the door. After traveling down the drive, she looked back once at the house and turned down the road towards the town. As she walked, she thought of Misty working and of the man she met; Bean. Misty was wrong; fairy tales and true love were for children. Real life was much harsher. Her eyes filling with tears once more, Rally trod silently down the road. She heard the approach of horses hooves and moved to the side, not bothering to glance up. Rally watched her feet hit the dirt road, tears dripping down her cheeks. "My dear, such clear blue eyes should not be filled with tears."
Her head shot up at the sound. Surely not. She glanced up; it was him. "Sorry. Don't worry about me."
He dismounted from the black horse and grabbed her hand. "What's wrong?"
She turned on him crying. "Why do you care!? My station in life is far lower than yours I'm sure! Why do you even speak to me?!"
He looked shocked a moment. "I do care. And 'station' doesn't matter to me. I speak to you because you are an intriguing young lady; is that wrong?"
"YES! Nobody ever speaks to peasants! Why the sudden change? Was it royal decree that I never heard of?" she sobbed, looking down. She paused a moment: she was being rather hard on him even if her problems weren't his fault. "I'm sorry."
He hugged her. "Its alright. Please tell me what's wrong. Only then can I help."
She pulled in a shuddered breath and related the story, from the beginning. "I was ordered by my 'stepmother' to finish a dress for her daughter. It was a green velvet dress and oh so pretty. I added gold embroidery over the whole garment. I was almost finished today; she came in and destroyed it! Completely! Her own daughter's dress, because she hates me!! I'm leaving that house. I've been there my whole life, but since my father died, she has ran it and made me miserable the whole time! I don't even know what I did to deserve this treatment. I just want to stay away and make sure Misty gets away too. I've been a servant in my own house because of this woman! My father hoped she would tech me to be a 'proper court lady', but obviously that didn't happen. Misty wanted to sneak me into that 'royal ball' and meet this dashing prince, fall in love, get married and live happily ever after. Which of course wouldn't happen anyways. She was wrong; fairy tales are for children with dreams, not people like me." Rally finished with a damp sigh.
Bean looked down at the top of her head, amazed at what this girl had been through. He shook his head and whispered. "You're wrong. Fairy tales and living happily ever after do exist you know."
"Prove it." She ordered, arms crossed. Teary cheeks turned up.
He grinned. "Well, where shall I start? I know; do you still want to go to that ball? I can make sure you can you know."
"How can you do that?" she asked suspiciously, eyeing him warily as her stance loosened.
He shrugged and waved a hand as he spoke. "Apparently my father is giving it for choosing a bride or some nonsense like that."
Rally's jaw worked, but no sound came. She dropped to a bow, face almost touching the ground. "I'm so sorry your highness!! Please forgive me!! I'm so very sorry! Please, please forgive me!" her fingers grabbed the grass at her knees in fear.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. "You don't have to do that. I would prefer that you didn't actually."
She stood rigidly, trying to decide what to do. He smiled. "Well, what of your friend? I got the impression she knew who I was."
Rally's shock turned into a scowl. "That little fink! I'll bet she did!! Divulging information indeed!! I'm going to get her when I see her next."
Bean laughed. "No need for violence."
"Sorry your highness." She mumbled, still thinking of ways to harm her friend.
"Please, call me Bean." He requested as he grabbed her hand.
She looked surprised. "Umm.okay. Sorry your- um, I mean Bean." She blushed looking at her feet as she stumbled over her own words and thoughts. Why did you fall for the prince of a country?! Of all the rotten luck: the one person she would never be able to have.
Bean cleared his throat and looked down at her, thinking about this strange girl he had the pleasure of running into. "Well. Did you still want to go to the ball?"
She looked up. "Huh? Peasants don't mix at royal functions; I would think you of all people would know that."
He arched an eyebrow with a smile. She certainly wasn't afraid. "Well, your own father wanted you to be a 'proper court lady' didn't he? That means, under normal circumstances, you should be going anyways."
Rally stopped a moment and her head shot up, taking in what he just said. "I've thought of myself as another peasant for so long, I've forgotten I originally was a lady of the house." She whispered, thinking of her chances getting just a bit better.
He hugged her again and smiled. "My thoughts exactly my dear. Now would you still like to go? If only to prove to your.stepmother, you are NOT that which she deigned for you to be."
"I'd love to.but I don't have a dress! My friend Misty was making one for me. She worked so hard on it, but I told her to wear it instead and go. That way I could try and figure out a way to get her out of there! I don't really have anything now."
"Calm down." He ran a hand down her hair. "Come with me, I'll take care of you and make sure your friend is freed from her prison as well. Not to mention taking care of the woman that was supposed to take care of you."
Rally nodded and began walking towards town when Bean stopped her. "Wait. Come over here." She walked over and looked at him. He grinned and helped her behind the saddle and then hopped up behind her. She grasped his waist and giggled a bit; it had been a very long time since she had ridden a horse! Bean smiled and pulled his hood up over his head, then trotted the horse into town. The whole way there Rally was smiling brightly; fairy tales indeed. As they rode through the town, a few people glanced up and saw who he was, and bent into a bow as he passed. Others, more peasant folk, weren't sure why people were bowing and continued with their business. As they approached the palace, Rally got visibly nervous. He looked over his shoulder at her. "What's wrong?"
"I'm nervous." She replied, her grasp tightening subtly around his waist.
"Um." he rearranged his thoughts distracted from her touch. "Yes I noticed. I'm just wondering why?"
She grinned. "This is turning into one of those situations where you wonder what the guy's parents are going to say about the girl he just brought home."
He chuckled. "I wouldn't worry much about that my dear. My mother is already familiar with your name and somewhat.forward manner."
"Ack! You mean she thinks I'm another little ruffian?! That's not going to help her opinion of me!!" Rally squeaked.
"On the contrary. She was reminded of herself before marrying my father." He grinned at her.
Rally's head turned. "Really? Now I'm intrigued."
Bean nodded as they approached the palace gates. The horse's shoed hooves made a 'clop' sound over the heavy wooden planks. Rally looked at the inner court of the palace. There was a lot of preparation for the ball in two days. People were scurrying around, trying to get everything done in time. Rally giggled a little and then looked over his shoulder. "They seem to be making a big fuss over you."
He grinned and shrugged. "I suppose. Baby of the court and all that."
Rally giggled again and turned back to watch life's passing parade. Suddenly, they stopped at the stables and a young man came out to retrieve the prince's black steed. He waited patiently while Bean and Rally got off the horse. Bean came off first, pulling the hood from his head, and then grabbing Rally around the waist and setting her gently on the ground, quite close. She looked up with a smile meeting chocolate brown. Bean smiled as well and gave the reins to the caretaker. He grabbed her hand and led her into the back of the palace. They walked through a vast kitchen, passing many servants in a rush for the evening meal. Rally watched as the dishes flew by carrying decorative food. They then went through some darker corridors before reaching a vast corridor in a decorative hall. Large tapestries hung down the walls, showing great deeds and history of the royal family. Her blue eyes took all of this information in. He led her silently down another hallway, and stopped at a door with a guard in front of it. The guard looked up. "Yes sir?"
"Is the queen in?"
"Yes sir." He replied before stepping from the front and opening the door. Bean nodded and pulled Rally into the open room. The stonewalls were decorated with sewing of emblems of the family. That was odd; the emblem seemed to be a silver running horse. She shrugged. She then noted that there was someone watching her with an amused smile. Rally turned towards the woman. She was quite beautiful, even for her age. She had dark hair with small wisps of silver streaking through it. Also those familiar chocolate eyes she had grown rather fond of in such a short period of time. A gown of red and silver swooshed as she stood up, hands folded in front of her. Her smile broadened. "Well my dear, who might this be?"
Bean actually blushed slightly. "This is Rally, mother."
The queen's smile lightened again. "I thought so. My dear, I have heard quite a bit about you, even though apparently you two just recently met."
Rally looked down. "Thank you ma'am. Good I hope."
"Very good my dear." She replied, looking at her son watching this young lady. "So, I'd like you to tell me about yourself." She looked at her son. "I shall send for you when we are done."
"Yes mother." He replied with a nod before walking out the door. He threw one more longing glance at Rally before exiting.
"Now, please, sit down Rally." The queen asked as she herself took a seat. "Now, my dear, tell me about you. And don't leave anything out."
"Where shall I start? Oh, and what should I call you? Ma'am? Your highness?"
The queen smiled. "Start at the beginning and call me Katherine in the sanctuary of this room."
Rally nodded. "Alright. Well, when I was eleven years old, my father had brought home my stepmother and stepsister, for he had raised me on his own after my mother died when I was very young. He taught me to ride horses and fight with swords."
"I had heard of that." The queen smiled.
Rally blushed. "Yes, I suppose so." She continued. "Well, my father had to leave the day after he brought them home. He collapsed off of the horse and died right there in front of me. My stepmother, Becky, seemed to hold that against me, all though I hadn't any idea of what had happened really. So instead of making me 'a lady of the house' as father wished, I became a servant in the house for the last ten years. Becky has just hated me, left no room for me to do right. Her daughter, May, wasn't nearly as bad. She at least, respected what I did for her. So, I was assigned to finish a dress for May for the upcoming ball. I embroidered using golden thread all around a green velvet dress for May; I was almost finished today." Rally had tears in her eyes. "I worked so hard and Becky tore the dress to shreds. I HAD to leave; I couldn't bear being near her any longer."
The queen nodded with a small frown. Rally continued. "So, I left. I was coming towards the city when I was stopped by 'my swordplay partner' as my friend Misty referred to him as." Rally showed the small hints of a smile. The queen smiled slightly. "He explained who he was to me and I about died! I had no idea and felt ridiculous. I just assumed he was in the royal court or just another upper class citizen or something!"
The queen nodded. "Yes, I understand. He likes to go out and about as it were. And I had wondered what had sparked his sudden interest in the market square of all places."
Rally blushed and continued. "Well, that's about all there is to my story. That and I want to make sure Misty can get away from that estate. She's my only friend. May is close, only because she never verbally abused anybody. I do like her though."
"I see. Well, let's get you cleaned up for dinner." The queen stated before calling one of her serving girls over and gave her orders. Rally said a polite good evening to the queen and then followed the serving girl out to the bathing rooms. It was fairly warm and humid in the rooms as hot water was poured into the porcelain tub that Rally was sat in. She watched as the girl smiled and poured Raspberry scented oil in the tub and left a sponge for Rally to use. Rally cleaned herself in the warm water and then washed her black hair to a sparkling cleanliness. The serving girl came back and helped her out of the tub with a robe. Then, Rally was led through another door and into another large, open room. The girl opened a large closet and turned smiling. "So Miss Rally, what would you like to wear?"
Rally's chin dropped as she looked into the vast closet, utterly overflowing with beautiful gowns. "I have no idea! Isn't there anything a little less.um, showy?"
The girl grinned. "Don't be silly! You'll fit right in! Besides, you're having dinner with the royal family; a guest of the prince even! Many young ladies would be very happy in your position miss."
Rally blushed and looked down. "Okay. Well, I'm not sure what's appropriate for dinner."
"Well, what's your favorite color to wear?"
"Blue is my favorite."
"Okay." The girl stepped into the closet and shuffled things around a moment. She reemerged with a flowing blue gown. "How's this?"
Rally looked with wonder at the dress being held for her; it was thick blue velvet with long tight sleeves. The ends of the sleeves flared open, revealing silver stichwork inside in a cross pattern. The skirt didn't flare too much, but the front of the dress from the chest to the waist and then the flare of the skirt was done in silver fabric that sparkled as it caught the light. "Its- its beautiful."
The serving girl smiled again and helped Rally to put on her new dress. Her trim figure was showed off by the cut of the dress and the color as well. The young girl went and fetched some fine slippers for her to wear but Rally shook her head. "Do you have any boots?"
The girl looked thoughtful a moment and then grinned. "I'll check."
Rally waited and the girl reemerged with black leather boots that came to the ankle. Rally smiled and put them on. She was then set at a small vanity and the girl brushed her hair soft. Rally turned slightly when the girl looked for a necklace. "What's your name?"
The girl smiled sweetly and then continued to dig in the jewelry box. "Mary Anne Miss Rally."
"Well, thank you for your help Mary Anne. I would never have been able to accomplish this on my own." She murmured as the necklace was fastened around her neck.
Mary Anne smiled again. "There you are miss Rally! All pretty to see the queen!"
Rally blushed as Mary Anne helped her up and they walked into the hall. Rally was led back down to the Queen's chambers. They were let in once again by the guard at the door. Rally noticed that the queen sat quietly talking with Bean. He looked up and had a sharp intake of breath. Mary Anne giggled. The queen looked up with a smile. "Thank you Mary Anne, you may go." Mary Anne bowed and left.
Katherine looked over at Rally. "You look beautiful my dear. Please, come into the room."
Rally walked unsteadily into the very open room and then stopped a few feet away, head bowed down. "I can't thank you enough for you kindness."
Katherine smiled. "Well, if you would be so kind as to attend this ball that I just found out my son won't go to unless you're there, that would be thanks enough."
Rally looked up in surprise. She looked at Bean, hands on her hips. "It's being thrown in your honor you silly boy! You must go!"
Katherine watched the girl's straightforward manner, reminding her very much of her own self. Bean looked almost red. He looked up, face serious a moment. "Do you even know why I would want you to be there?"
Rally arched an eyebrow. "Not really. I don't actually know what its for." She stood thinking. "Let's see, if I recall what the invitation said.I know it was being given in Bean's honor. for something."
"For selection of a bride." Katherine threw in with a smile.
"For selection of a." Rally trailed off as her eyes grew fairly large.
"A bride." He finished for her, standing up and walking over to her. He grabbed her chin and looked straight into those clear blue eyes. "I want you there, so I may present you to the whole kingdom if you would do me that tremendous honor." Rally was trying to say something, but no sound came out. Bean looked at her again. "If you would do me that honor, I would be happy forever." He whispered in her hair.
"Of course." She whispered. "Of course I will!" she jumped and hugged him. He set her down, moving the black hair from her face. He looked into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. It only lasted a moment, but Rally was in heaven.
Katherine smiled, tears in her eyes. She stood up and clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! I am so very happy for you both!"
Bean turned and grasped Rally's hand. "However, we need to retrieve your friend from her capture."
"Yes! Definitely! I want to make sure Misty gets away from that awful place!" Rally stated as she grasped his hand in hers.
Katherine had a wily look on her face. "I have an idea my dear. Come with me." She led both into an adjoining room to discuss her plan.
May set her pencil down; almost done! Just need to wrap it up. She stood and looked at the clock; already eleven o'clock in the afternoon. She walked over to the fridge to get another can of pop and then walked into the living room and then up the stairs to take a shower. After a quick shower and change of clothes, May hopped down the stairs, watching as Rally waved out the door at Bean, who was leaving. May grinned. "Does he have a job today?"
Rally frowned. "Dammit, yes."
May giggled and then turned before heading back into the kitchen. "You two aren't going to be as bad as me and Ken are you?"
Rally arched an eyebrow and had a sly smile. "Not yet. But there's always tomorrow."
May gave an appreciative grin and then walked into the kitchen to finish her story. She picked up the pencil and began the task of coming up with an ending.
That evening, outside the Vincent manor, a royal courier came up on a large gray horse. He jumped off and was greeted at the door by Misty. "Hello. May I help you?"
He smiled. "Yes. May I speak to the lady of the house please?"
"Certainly. Please wait a moment." Misty ran into the house and followed Becky to the door.
Becky turned on the charm for a person of the court. "What may I do for you good sir?"
His face turned serious. "I am looking for a girl named Misty. We were informed that she is employed in this household?"
"Yes." Becky pointed at Misty behind her. "That's her. Why?"
"She has been summoned to the palace, because of thievery. You are to bring the stolen items with you." The courier replied.
Becky's eyes widened. "You ridiculous little girl!! By all means, take her from my presence."
Misty's eyes were wide as she stepped back in to retrieve the jewelry and cloth; she had never been caught before! Why the sudden change? Back downstairs she was pushed out by Becky. She walked up to the courier, head down. He grabbed her around the wrist not holding the basket. "Thank you ma'am." He nodded at Becky and then pulled Misty gently to his waiting horse. She mounted in front of him and they trotted slowly down the dirt drive. She was trying to think why a 'courier' of all people would come for her over a prison wagon; not that she was complaining!! The man interrupted her thoughts. "Hi. That's not why you're being taken to the palace Misty. The queen sent me."
Misty turned with a start. "What?"
He grinned. "The queen sent me. You're not in trouble. I'm not sure what's going on exactly, I was just told not to reveal any information to anyone but you about it though."
Misty turned again. "I see. I guess it's all right as long as I'm not in trouble. But why bring.uh, this?" she held up the basket of items.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm just doing as ordered."
"What's your name?"
The courier smiled warmly. "My name's Ken."
The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful through town as Misty grasped the basket and they trotted into the palace yard. She eyed the vastness of it. They stopped at the stable, dropped off the horse and walked into the palace, again through the kitchen. Misty did not meet the queen first; she was taken care of by Mary Anne. She again filled the tub, and helped Misty to pick out a gown. Misty settled on one that was a deep green in color, with flowing sleeves and a full skirt. She swooshed out of the room behind Mary Anne with a surprised look on her face. They stopped at the queen's chambers and the guard let in Mary Anne and Misty. Misty held her breath as she stepped into the vast room behind the small girl leading her; she did not know what to expect. She saw the room's occupants stand; the queen in her red and silver gown, the prince, or Bean, in a dark tunic and slacks along with a girl in a dark blue dress. It took a moment to realize who she was looking at: Misty's jaw dropped and Rally smiled. They ran towards each other and embraced. "Rally?! Oh my gosh, I thought I would never see you again!!"
"I wanted to make sure you got out of that horrible place!" Rally replied as they broke their hug, but still held hands. "I had to leave after what happened."
"I know, I saw! I can't believe that evil woman did that." Misty mumbled but then turned with a start. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, my lady, sir." She dropped to the floor in a deep bow.
Katherine smiled. "That's alright my dear. Please stand. My son you already have met so I've been informed. And then of course Lady Rally."
Misty smiled at Bean and then turned to the Rally. "So, are you going by Rally?"
"What do you mean?" Katherine asked.
Rally blushed lightly. "Well, my full name is Irene Rally Vincent. But I usually just go by Rally."
"Oh, is that all? That's fine dear, my son has his penchant for nicknames, so I understand." She looked pointedly over at Bean who had a hand behind his neck.
Misty looked at the others. "So. Tell me what's happening?"
Rally related the story from when she left to when Misty herself got to the palace. Misty looked shell-shocked for a moment then grinned. "Don't believe in true love and fairy tales 'eh?"
Rally blushed. "I think I've changed my mind on that."
"I should hope so." Misty replied with a wink. "But what will happen to May and Becky? I don't think May deserves a severe punishment. Becky on the other hand."
"That shall all be taken care of at the ball." Katherine replied with a mysterious smile. Rally and Bean grinned as well; Misty felt she did not want to be in Becky's shoes at the ball being held in two days. She nodded and looked towards Katherine. "I thank you for your kindness Katherine. I'm not sure how I can repay you."
The queen looked up thoughtfully. "If you would just curb that sneak thief habit, that will be payment enough."
Misty blushed brightly. "Ahh.not a problem your highness."
Katherine nodded and then all four left for the evening meal. Two guards accompanied the group since the queen was among them. They walked into a huge hall; tables lined around the perimeter, people on the royal court and visiting people all at the vast number of tables. The king set at the head of the room, slightly higher than the rest of the court tables. Both Rally and Misty looked at the king; he was slightly overweight, with coal black hair cut short, also wearing red and silver garments with the horse emblem across the left front of his tunic. He stood, as did everyone else for the queen entering the room. She nodded and took her place to his right. Bean took the place to the left after he showed Rally her place on his left and Misty to her left. As the royal family sat down, Rally and Misty did as well. They looked at each other with questioning looks; mostly 'what in the world are WE doing here?!?' The meal was served and all began to eat with murmured conversation across the room. Primarily about Rally and Misty sitting up with the royal family. Especially Rally; she seemed to have the prince riveted without even saying a word. They ate a meal of roast duck, toasted bread, salad and fresh fruit, with music by a small four-person set of musicians in the far corner. Misty turned to Rally between grapes. "This is amazing!"
"Yes I know." Rally replied. "I hardly believe it myself."
"Not that! The fact that you are going to be a princess!" Misty stated as Rally blushed. "I want to be a lady in waiting!!"
"Why?"
"It will be a wonderful job I'm sure!" Misty sighed after eating a slice of apple. "Plus I get to meet all of the guys and still see my best friend!!"
Rally smiled. "Yes I suppose so. But its still like a serving position. I would think you would want something more out of life."
"Nah. Maybe I'll meet somebody, get married and live happily ever after, and still be a lady in waiting." Misty stated with a smile and a wave of explanation.
"Well, I want you to do what YOU want Misty! That's what's important to me." Rally replied, sitting with her hands primly crossed in her lap.
"I didn't think you'd fight the whole, 'happily ever after' thing." Misty stated with a sly smile directed towards her friend.
"I hardly think I can now." Rally stated.
"Point." Misty shrugged. She then turned towards Bean. "Your highness? Is that what I call you now?"
"Call me Bean." He stated with a smile.
"Okay Bean. Well, what do you think about this whole thing?"
He looked up thoughtfully a moment. "I'm officially believing in happy endings and happily ever after now too."
"Wonderful!" Misty cheered as Rally and Bean shared a loving glance. Dinner was finished without a lot of excitement.
Continued in Part 3 of 3.