Okay, wen I read all da reviews, I got teary-eyed. So becuz of u guys, I've decided to write a sequel.

And I have da perfect plot…

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The sun was shining when it happened. No one saw it coming. Tristan was out in the courtyard with Endymion practicing sword play. And while this 5 year old boy tried to keep up with his jubilant father, maids were scurrying about, preparing for a grand ball to be held in honor of the King and Queen's new child, a girl, Bella.

All you could hear were whispers of excitement as to who were going to attend the ball. In other houses, courtiers readied themselves in their best finery for the expected night of dancing and drinking.

Everything seemed to be in a whirl of white flowers and imported silks when a tiny man ran down a busy hall in the palace of Vaneri.

He reached the courtyard, fatigued and full of worry. How would he take it?
"Your Highness!" he called as the King and his young son dropped their swords and started to fence.

"What is it, Michel? Can't you see I'm trying to outwit the future King?" Endymion shouted with glee, jumping away from Tristan's lunge.

"Your Highness, it is of dire matters," he tried to catch his breath but the running had tired his feeble body.

"Well, out with it man!" Endymion laughed in surprise when his son riposted him.

"It's the Queen, Her Highness Serenity. She's missing!" he finally bellowed out.

Metal clattered to the stone floor and eyes stared back in confusion…and fear.

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"How could she escape your eyes?" Endymion shouted, banging his desk in angry.

"Your Highness, she was not in my guard. The Queen was in her room. She resigned to her chambers after giving the princess to the wet nurse for a feeding," Gabriel said, his heart pounding. How could he let this happen? What kind of guard let that kind of thing happen right under his eyes?

"How long before you realized she was gone?" Endymion asked, closing the door on the chance Tristan walk by and listen in. The boy had grown quite an ear for eavesdropping.

"An hour. One of the maids went up to lay the princess in her crib and saw the room empty."

"Forced entry?"

"Looks like it. The clasp on her bay windows was broken, obviously an amateur. He left no note behind and there is no sign of footprints on the grounds. This man did not work alone," Gabriel cringed as he watched the fear flit across Endymion's face.

The main room was crammed with his top soldiers and well as Vaneri's. All looked at him, waiting for an answer, but he had none. His throat was dry, itching. And all he could think about was the look on his wife's face when they took her, whoever they were.

"Your Highness? What should we do?"

Endymion looked up and found himself staring into the eyes of Serenity's best friend; eyes glistened with tears, and could do nothing but give a reassuring smile.

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The men were posted on every border on Vaneri; nothing left the country without a thorough inspection. People were questioned but they could find no good answer to help them on the dead end trail. It was as if they had disappeared.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to one month.

Tristan had no clue as to his mother was; all that he was privy to was that she was visiting distant cousins in Nuwell. Their newborn daughter, Bella, cried fitfully. All Endymion could do was hold her, praying for her crying to quell. But he knew it was Serenity she missed.

His wife had spent all her time with the baby and Bella had gotten used to her voice, her scent; something not many royal babies experience, their lives surrounded by wet nurses in their youth.

Whenever they received a clue, it would lead them to nowhere. Time was running out and the chances of Serenity still alive were dwindling.

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He had to get his mind off things so Endymion had decided to take Tristan hunting.

Two months had passed and no news came their way. Spring had blossomed around them and Endymion couldn't help but imagine Serenity, running her fingers through the flowers that grew wild in the woods.

"Dada, there's one!" yelled Tristan, tugging at his father's breeches urgently since Endymion was trapped in his own little world.

He adjusted his rifle, eyeing his trained eye on a fawn. Its head stilled, hearing something they did not. What was it listening to? A weird sensation filled him and this moment of weakness resulted in the animal sprinting away.

Tristan didn't seem to care, his mouth stuffed with sweets; his wet nurse spoiled him when Serenity and Endymion weren't looking.

"I'll be right back," he said, motioning for his guard to watch over Tristan.

"Hmm," his son murmured, his face glowing with happiness at the sweets that were in abundance in the food basket.

Endymion couldn't shake the feeling, but he knew he had seen something when that feeling went through him.

A glimpse of something white, at the corner of his eye. It was quick, sudden. Was that what caught the fawn's attention?

When he walked toward a clearing, his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening.

Before him was a stumbling figure, dressed in white, hair wet and clinging to skin.

She fell to the ground and Endymion rushed to her. Lifting her face to his, he stared with such intensity that it frightened her

"Get away from me! I don't know you!" she said in a weak voice, her eyes about to roll up.

"Oh, but I know you."

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da short ending was a teaser, just to see wat ppl have 2 say about it. Have no fear, I DO intend to write da next chappy.

enjoy!