Title: The 10th Kingdom: Rose Red
Crossover from: The 10th Kingdom/Snow By Tracy Lynn
By: FallenArchAngel47
Dear NewPort,
I would like to rub something in your face right now. HA HA HA HA HA I HAVE NOT MESSED UP THE COUPLES IN THIS FANFIC SO NA NA NA BOO BOO IN YOUR FACE! Sorry to my other readers who may have read this… Umm… yeah… I'm done now…
-Sam.
Dear Readers,
As I usually say in most of my fanfics, please don't flame me, please don't insult me, please don't criticize me, I'm trying to do the best I can with writing, but hey, I'm only a 9th grade level writer here, not much…scratch that, never mind. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the fanfic. I'm not big on editing, and I rarely do so, but there are rare occasions when I do… anyway…enjoy…hopefully.
Sincerely,
Fallen.
Prologue
"Prince Wendell, sir, there's a child on the front step of the castle…" One of Wendell's many servants spoke, walking in with a child in her arms. "What do you mean a child?" Wendell asked, looking up from his letter to Virginia, in the 10th kingdom. "There was a child on the front step… with a letter…" the servant said in a soft voice. Wendell stood up, and walked over to her. The woman servant was very young, and had bright blonde hair, which hung about her shoulders. She was in her teens, maybe 16 and was holding a bundle in her small arms. Her eyes were green, and sparkled in the sunlight that shone through the windows. "Well, where's the note…gah what was your name again?" he snapped the last part, impatient as to figure out where the bundle had come from. "The name is Alicia sir…" she whispered. She stuck a hand in one of her apron's pockets and presented a neatly wrapped piece of paper and handed it to him.
Dearest Wendell,
I know you will not remember me from our few months spent together while you were traveling the countryside, but I would like you to know that the few months you spent with me were the greatest of my life. I would also like you to know, that this child, is our daughter. I know that it may have been a short lived relationship, in person, at least, but this is the outcome of it.I apologize that she was not born a male, and thus leaving you with no heir to the throne. I would raise her myself, and I have for a while, I present her now, as she is 6 months of age, but alas I have been stricken ill with a plague that is tearing across the countryside. Please watch over our daughter. Wendell, Even if you do not remember me, at least watch over her, even if she is not the son you may have wanted, please watch over her. I am unsure how much time I have left, so if you wish to come and see me one last time, you may. I am in the place, as always. I have named her Seraphine, but if you wish to rename her, you may.
Sincerely yours,
Rose J. Withers
Wendell stared at the note. Rose. Indeed he remembered her. How could he forget his first love? He folded the note up. It had been a short while ago that he had been with her, right after the episode with his stepmother trying to take over the kingdom. He looked over at the bundle, and a small child stared up at him. She looked just like Rose. She had the same bright violet eyes and the same fiery red hair as Rose did. Her skin was pale, as white as snow, like her mother as well. She cooed holding her arms outstretched to him, and he lifted her up gently.
"See to it, that a chamber is made for her." Wendell ordered, Alicia. "Yes sir." She said. He nodded and looked down at the child. She exited the room, and just as she left, Anthony entered. "Hey Wendell…" he started, but paused when he saw Wendell looking down at the cooing child in his arms. "…Where…did that come from?" He asked. Wendell sat back down in the chair he had been sitting in earlier. "Antony, tell me, do you remember a while ago, the journey we made across the country side, to advertise your bounce houses?" He asked.
"Yeah… why?" Anthony asked. "Do you remember Rose?" He asked, his voice sounded pained. "Yeah, sure, you were head over heals for her. Broke your heart to leave, I remember." He said. "Well… this is our child…" he said. He held the child up for both of them to see. Anthony squinted, scrutinizing the child. Then his gaze relaxed. "Yep, no mistaking it. Looks exactly like 'er." He said. He shook his head and made a small laugh. "Why'd she drop her off here?" he asked. Wendell's face fell grave and his eyes flicked down. "…She is sick… and she fears she will not make it…" Wendell said softly. He looked down at the child silently. "…Oh…" Anthony said. His gaze softened. "I'm sorry to hear that Wendell…" he said.
He sat down. "I knew I should have taken her with me… but she didn't want to leave her family, she didn't want to live an extravagant life here with me in the castle. She wanted the life of a plebian… so I respected her wishes and left it at that." He said sadly. Alicia walked back in. "Does the kid have a name?" Anthony asked. Wendell sighed and looked at her. "…I apologize to your mother for this… but you look so much like her…" he said. With that he sighed. "Rose Seraphine White." He spoke. "Shall I take the child, sir?" She asked. He nodded. He continued.
Alicia nodded and took the child from him, exiting the room. "So I suppose you still have no one to take the throne when you retire?" Anthony asked. "I have a daughter at least, Antony. That is enough for me." He sighed softly. In truth, though he hated to admit the fact, he would have been happier with a son. "I suppose I'm going to have to do my best in raising her to be the most graceful and beautiful princess I can make her to be." He said. "But for now, Anthony, go tell one of my servants to fetch a carriage for me…"
The 10th Kingdom
"Isn't he adorable Wolf?" Virginia cooed looking over the edge of a crib. "Looks just like his old man." Wolf said proudly, puffing up. In the crib, lay a small baby boy, with black wispy hair and bright green eyes. A little wolf tail, or a stub of a tail, stuck out of his tailbone, just above the small child's diaper. He was maybe 2, and was sitting up in the crib. "He's just as cute as he was when we first brought him home." Virginia sighed. She smiled. "It seems like just yesterday." She sighed softly looking down at the child. "Michael…" she cooed. Michael looked up at her, his eyes engulfed in a flash of orange and than turned blue. He smiled. "Ma ma!" He exclaimed he stood up and held his arms out. Virginia picked him up. Wolf held his arms out. "Come to papa!" He said. Michael looked at him and giggled. "Papa!" He exclaimed and he leaned over to wolf. Wolf took him. "My little lamb chop!" He exclaimed. Virginia smiled. "He's gonna make something of himself, I know it." She said smiling.
End Prologue