A/N: yes indeedy, I did update. Surprised? I sure am. The fate of this fic is unknown even to my omniscient mind. Not what'll happen to the characters– as many of my clever readers have figured out, this isn't one of the most complex and mysterious fics out there– just pure pure fluff. But I'm not sure whether or not I should continue. Anyways, here is a scene with even more fluff than usual. Enjoy!

Rosalie's POV:

Twelve

When I saw Liam topple into the well, I know that I screamed. It was a long way down there, and no one could survive that fall. Maybe he has a chance, I thought desperately. He can find some way to cushion his tumble, and then he won't be seriously hurt.

The next few seconds felt like decades as I waited for news from Emilia or Liam, down in the well. Finally it came with a surprised "Ooof!". Then:

"Rosalie?" she called.

"Yeah? What happened?"

"He fell on top of me. I'm sore, but neither of us is hurt. Rosalie- he's unconscious!"

"Did he hit his head?"

"No. I told you that neither of us is hurt. It must have happened just before he fell. In fact, that's probably why he collapsed in the first place. I know Liam- he isn't clumsy," she replied.

"Can you bring him back up?" I asked her. I could hear shuffling down in the well. Then-

"No, I can't. He's too heavy. Look, you're stronger than I am. Could you try and lift him up, while I follow behind, supporting his feet?" she asked.

"No chance. I'd have to be so much stronger. I know! Alex!" I shouted.

"Alex? Who's Alex?" she asked.

"He's a friend of mine who- never mind. Just don't let him know that you're royal. He has a grudge against royal people."

"Are you sure that it's wise, then, letting him handle Liam?" She sounded worried.

"Just let me do this, okay?" I snapped. I was really worried. I wasn't sure if even Alex could accomplish this.

"Fine. You know the ways of this place more than I do. Just make sure that Liam doesn't get hurt."

After a bit of wrangling with him, I managed to get Alex to come with me. At times I was afraid that he knew who I was talking about, but luckily, those fears came to nothing.

I watched Alex descend into the well. He was going as slowly as he could, and I hated him even more for it. But the weirdest thing happened as soon as he reached the bottom of the hole.

As soon as Alex saw the prince, I thought that he went crazy. His eyes widened, and I could see the whites all the way around them. He started shouting at me, and shouting at Emilia, and shouting at the prince. There really was no point in that, because the prince was unconscious. He started raving and waving his arms, and I thought that he was going to kill either Liam or Emilia. I was scared, and Emilia certainly was. I knew this, because she was cowering against the wall.

I was starting down into the well. Alex was going to be very hard to stop once he got all worked up. The only thing that I could think of was why is he doing this? Why? Why? And that wasn't any help.

Alex had raised his foot over Liam's head, and I could tell that he was going to stamp down hard. The foot started to come down, and I sprang into action.

"NO!" I cried. I reached the bottom of the well and ran over to Alex. I shoved him out of stomping range, and he sat down hard. His flying foot hit me in the stomach. I just hesitated a moment to see if Liam was all right and to get my air back. Liam looked fine, and he was coming around. Then I turned on Alex.

"Get off him, you maniac! What were you thinking?" I shouted at Alex.

He was white and shaking. "Him- and you. What- I- I'll kill him! And then I'll be King!" This last comment made me and Emilia back away. Or at least, it made me back away. Emilia was already one with the wall.

Alex was going crazy. He was about to grab Liam again and kill him. Then it wouldn't matter whether we got him out of the well or not.

I had to do something. But what could I do? I decided to get Liam out of danger first, so I darted forward and tried to grab him. Alex, sensing what I was about to do, made a move forward. I socked him, and sent him reeling back with blood streaming from his nose. I hoped that I'd broken it, though it was unlikely. I dragged Liam back towards me. Luckily, he had revived enough to not rest all of his weight on me.

Alex tried to make a move towards Liam, but this time, Emilia hit him on the back of the head with a piece of wood that had fallen when I'd made my hurried descent into the well.

Alex lurched forward, and then thought better of it when he saw Emilia waving the wood towards his head and my outstretched fists . "You won't get away with this!" he cried. "The prince will die anyway, and you will be my bride and I'll kill you all!" Then, even though he was half-senseless, he climbed the ladder and, laughing crazily, ran away.

Emilia was half sobbing when he left, and I think that it occurred to her that he wanted to kill her brother and might have succeeded. She ran over to Liam, who was beginning to come around and asked him repeatedly if he was all right. Liam was on the verge of being able to speak, and from what I could make out, all he could do was nod dumbly. Then it occurred to me that the prince could have died. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me and I suddenly lost control over my body. Liam. Dead? was all that I could think of. Then my body did the unthinkable. My legs walked me over to him, my waist bent me down, and all of a sudden, I was kissing the Crown prince of Remalna.