Royal Rumble

Summary: Enchancia is hosting a competition called the Royal Rumble between their kingdom (as well as a few visiting members) and another kingdom called Carpus. However, what starts off as friendly rivalry quickly descends into madness as members from the opposing team start causing unnecessary drama and chaos. (Collab with MarionetteJ2X)

Disclaimer: Oh, boy… lol. I own the following: Corban, Alamea, Sir Finlay, Gabriella, Sapphire, Davina, Zinnia, Angel, Corban's new puppy named Ollie, and (if she shows up) Nina. All other OCs (especially Nana and Tanya) and the games belong to MarionetteJ2X (except a few that were from the show), and everything else is Craig Gerber's. Phew. Haha.

A/N: Time for the games to begin! And there are plenty of in-between scenes accompanying the games. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: Royal Rumble Day One

The first night came and went, and both team members got to know each other a bit better over both supper and breakfast the next morning. As it turned out, many of them found that they had things in common.

Roland and Hayden, of course, knew each other from their younger years, when their fathers were the main opposers and they were simply participants. They both had a family of their own, though Hayden only had one son who was currently seventeen years old and preparing to study abroad. Sir Finlay and Captain Thiago discovered that they had several acquaintances in common, and their mothers evidently attended the same school as young girls. And Angel and Nakamo discovered something quite unique.

"You are from Wolf's Valley, yes?" Nakamo asked the younger Native boy after breakfast as they sat with Calista, who was rather quiet for a change.

"I am," Angel responded, his eyes widening ever so slightly. "But how do you know that?"

"It is your style of dress. I am from the Topamni Tribe." Nakamo smiled calmly as the teen's eyes lit up. "I take it you recognize the name."

"Yes," he whispered, barely able to hold back his excitement. "My… My mother's family is from the Topamni Tribe. My great-great grandmother Kimimela married into the Wolf's Valley Tribe to…unite us all."

Calista laughed. "So, does that make you guys cousins or something then?"

The shaman shrugged. "One never knows. It is possible. Perhaps we can sit down one day and trace our lineage and ancestors."

Angel nodded. "I would like that, Nakamo."

Both teams were currently dressed in different colors to signify their allegiance. The Enchancian team all wore button-up green shirts with their sleeves rolled to their elbows, black pants, and black boots. Around their heads, they wore black bands that were tied in the back. The Carpus team wore brown button-up shirts with their sleeves also rolled to their elbows, khaki-colored pants, and brown boots. The bands around their heads were off-white.

"Everyone," Baileywick called out as he and Violet stepped before the two groups, who were all assembled in one of the common rooms. "May we have your attention?" He nodded to Violet, passing the responsibility off to her now.

Violet frowned as she saw Brandon wink at her before pretending to blow her a kiss, and the scoff that left her mouth was nearly audible. She collected herself before saying, "We will gather in the courtyard for the first game: Enchanted Horseshoe Toss."

"Ah, a fun game!" Private Omari chuckled, his accent light and whimsical as he grinned. "I remember playing that with my little brothers when I was a lad."

"Bet you didn't have a record-breaking score like my cousin and me," King Haegan challenged playfully, nudging the guard. "Picture this: me and my cousin Boston, lined up against the biggest horseshoe challengers in all the realms. And every single score? Shattered!"

"Not that he brags about it every chance he gets," King Hayden drawled sarcastically as he smirked toward his best friend. "No chance of that."

James laughed. "We'll see how good you guys are." He playfully clapped Desmond on the shoulder, smiling apologetically as his brother-in-law nearly fell over from the unexpected action. "Des and I used to play the game a lot too."

"It's not just a game, Prince James," Captain Thiago informed the blonde, a mischievous look on his face. "It's a game of gentlemen."

"I didn't realize using a horse's shoe accessory and throwing it at a stick in the ground was considered a 'game of gentlemen,'" Greylock remarked, smirking as Cedric discreetly nudged him while he was standing with his leg wrapped and slightly elevated, his body propped by the crutches.

"You're not exactly from a league of gentlemen though, eh, Greylock?" Zeke challenged with a small simper, causing both Greylock and Cedric to glower at him. "Not that I recall, anyway."

"Who's married to a princess and has a lovely family, and who's still mocking people like a grade school bully?" The brunet sorcerer laughed briefly at the annoyed look on his former classmate's face. "That's what I thought."

"Save it for the field, guys," Private Benson suggested. "Save it for the field."

"Yeah," Private Rodney remarked with a grin. "That's where the talk means nothing, and the skills mean everything."

Private Idris and Prince Kabir nodded in agreement, both staying relatively quiet but smiling excitedly at the prospect of the games, nevertheless.

"Let's head out then," Roland announced as they all headed out of the castle to prepare for the very first game.

"I don't think I've played horseshoes before," Bonvis confessed to the others as they walked. The other team had split from them to get some equipment, and the Enchancians and the visiting supporters were walking to the area designated for them. "At least… I can't recall playing it."

"It's not that hard, Bonvis," Dante assured him. "You literally toss a horseshoe at a stake in the ground and try to get it to land around it. Pretty simple."

"But it definitely takes some concentration," Sir Finlay informed the other sorcerer. "One must aim and not simply throw haphazardly."

"Really?" James grinned. "That always worked for me." He and the others continued walking, laughing and joking around.

Sofia nearly lost her balance when she side-stepped a poorly placed stone, but Cedric swiftly caught her. She blinked up at him and laughed sheepishly. "Thanks for catching me…"

"Insert romantic yet corny joke here," Amber teased as she walked by them with Alamea in her arms. She smirked as they both blushed.

"You're welcome," Cedric settled on as he noticed that Sofia still had her hands resting against his chest, and she seemed to be staring at the fabric. "What is it?"

"I think all that practicing and training this last month has sort of… Um…" She giggled softly as he tilted his head. "You're not just thin anymore. I think there are actually some muscles with those 'skin and bones' you talked so much about."

The sorcerer felt his cheeks burning at her comment. "I, er… A-Actually, everyone has muscles already, Sofia… Some are j-just more defined than…than others…"

"Well, I think you're on your way then." She reached up and placed her hands alongside his head, smiling. "But it doesn't matter either way… No matter what you look like, you're still Cedric. And that's what matters most to me."

He felt his nervousness melting away as he smiled fondly at her. "Oh, Sofia—"

"Excuse me!" Zeke called out brashly as he shoved past them with Idris helping him carry a heavy-looking trunk. "So sorry!"

Cedric yelped as he lost his balance this time, falling down with Sofia instinctively braced in his arms. He tilted his head backwards and glared at the other royal sorcerer. "Watch where you're going next time, you inconsiderate preparatory creep!" He huffed before looking down at Sofia, who was groaning in mild pain. "Sofia, are you all right?" He sat up and helped her do so as well, then he frowned upon noticing a small cut on her leg right above her knee. "Oh, what happened?"

"I think I scraped it on a rock," she told him, wincing a bit. "I'll be fine…"

"Let me help you." Without thinking, he removed his glove and reached out, placing his hand over her wound.

Sofia blushed. She rarely went anywhere these days without either pants or tights (or longer skirts or dresses) or something covering her legs, but for the warmer weather and outdoor occasion, she'd forgone those items today and was now wearing the outfit she'd often worn to the practices over the last few weeks. And now here she sat, Cedric's warm hand on her bare leg because of an injury. She didn't know how to react to that…

Cedric allowed some of his magic to flow from his hand into Sofia's leg, smiling as the wound cleaned itself before healing up on its own. "There you are. I—" He quickly noticed her blushing face, and then he put two and two together. He gulped and removed his hand from her leg, sliding his glove back on. "O-Oh, sorry about that, Sofia… I wasn't even thinking…"

She smiled shyly at him. "It's fine, Cedric…" She kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"Cedric, come on!" James called from the other side of the courtyard. "Everyone's waiting on you! Hurry up!"

The sorcerer laughed sheepishly before standing and helping his partner to her feet. "I…suppose I should…"

"Just a sec." She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, laughing as he hummed in content. "There. Now you look more presentable." She hugged him. "Have fun." She grinned as he returned the hug, and she tilted her head to wink up at him. "And maybe beat those guys?"

He chuckled. "Oh, there's one in particular I'm ready to beat all right." He kissed her forehead before letting her go, turning and hurrying over to the other side of the field.

"Hmm…"

Sofia turned to see Amber smiling knowingly, though she wasn't really even looking at her. She folded her arms. "What?"

The older princess shrugged. "Nothing…"

While the Enchancian supporters sat off to the side to watch their team go up against Carpus, Violet, Baileywick, Brandon, and Porter all stood before the divided teams, preparing to lay down the rules.

"All right, you lot," Violet began as she unrolled a scroll. "Here's how the game works. The typical game of horseshoe is simple enough: toss it to hopefully nestle it around the pike in the ground. This game, however, contains magical horseshoes, providing you a little more accuracy. You will each receive a horseshoe, and you have only one minute for all ten members to toss. We will do this five separate times. The team that scores the most horseshoes will win the first game."

"But there's a catch," Brandon added, folding his arms. "While the horseshoes may be magical, no magic wielder is allowed to use his own magic."

All the magic wielders grumbled at this news.

"To be fair, of course," Baileywick told them as he withdrew his pocket watch. "You have two minutes to prepare yourselves and decide in which order you would like your team to go. Starting…" He pressed down on the button on his watch. "Now."

"Poor Tarrant looks so confused," Sofia told the others as they sat aside on the grass, watching the guys getting ready for their first game. "I feel kind of bad for him."

"Yes, well, if I hadn't mysteriously broken my leg, he wouldn't be in this position," Greylock mumbled with a sigh. He smiled lightly as Zinnia crawled into his lap and hugged him, and he returned the hug. "I do appreciate him stepping in with it being such a last-minute situation though."

"I think it'll be good for him," Sofia said. "He came to visit Nana, which he got to do, but he's also going to leave with new friends." She smiled thoughtfully.

"He seems nice," Yohanna told her as she held onto Vibbi, who was bouncing up and down excitedly.

"He is."

"How's your leg?" Gabriella asked Sofia with a small knowing smile, watching the princess blush a bit.

"I-It's fine…" She laughed nervously upon seeing the sorceress's smile shift to a smirk. "Cedric healed it."

"Yeah, we saw that," Amber teased with a grin. She shifted Alamea a bit as she fed her some fresh milk from a bottle. "How nice of him."

"Ceddy is always nice," Sapphire responded with a smile.

"Ceddy's the greatest!" Davina cheered, giggling as Nana clapped happily.

Nigel and Cordelia walked over to the group, sitting next to Calista and Tanya.

"I heard a bunch of little ones cheering for Cedric," Cordelia laughed, passing the others each a bag of cookies for the event. "I'm sure he'll appreciate that once the game actually begins."

Calista smiled as she opened her bag. "The girls were just saying how nice and great Uncle Ceddy is, Mum."

"Well, he has his own little fan club, doesn't he?" Nigel chuckled. "Adorable yet unexpected."

Greylock leaned toward Sofia, getting her attention. "Do you think it's strange that both of us have already had some sort of injury?" he asked the princess quietly. "Me with my broken leg, and you with your rock scrape…"

"I don't know," she told him. "I think yours was more mysterious than mine." She frowned. "If Zeke hadn't been so rude and nearly run Cedric and me over, then I wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place."

"True…"

"Time!" Baileywick called, watching as the teams ceased their practicing and got in their chosen order for the first round. He nodded toward Violet.

"Mr. Baileywick will time each round as well. Mr. Brandon—"

"Oh, just 'Brandon,' sweet lady," the Carpus steward cooed with a grin. "No need for formality."

Violet narrowed her eyes at him. "…Mr. Brandon will be keeping track of the scores."

Brandon pouted lightly as Porter snickered. He frowned then slapped the back of the teen's head, causing him to yelp a bit.

The order of the teams was as such. The Enchancian team had, in order, Roland, Bonvis, Tarrant, Cedric, Sir Finlay, James, Angel, Daniel, Desmond, and Dante. The Carpus team had, in order, Hayden, Captain Thiago, Omari, Rodney, Zeke, Nakamo, Haegan, Benson, Kabir, and Idris.

Once the time began, the team members all rushed to get their horseshoes tossed, several clanging around the stake (some making it, and some bouncing off) and a few (like Tarrant's and Kabir's) that went flying halfway across the courtyard. Haegan and Angel managed to strike perfect scores with their tosses, though a few others came close.

By the end of the first round, Team Carpus had six horseshoes and Team Enchancia had three.

"Let's try again," Violet told them as the teams scrambled to get into a different order. She nodded toward Baileywick. "And…go!"

Isadora frowned curiously as she sat next to Greylock, who was holding Zinnia. She looked up at Seraphina on her right. "Mommy?"

"Yes, Issy?" the blonde woman asked as she looked down at her daughter.

"I thought they said that the people were not to use magic…" She pointed toward the two groups, where a stream of magic seemed to be radiating from someone, though it wasn't clear who. "I see magic, and it's not from the horseshoes."

Greylock huffed. "Looks like someone's cheating." He rolled his eyes. "Gee, I wonder who could possibly be doing that." He eyed Cordelia expectantly, seeing her fold her arms.

"Unfortunately, we can't be sure," she responded in an unusually diplomatic way. "And it's hard to prove if it's not just painfully obvious."

"I'm guessing Zeke isn't above cheating," Sofia suggested, shaking her head as the other two laughed. "Yeah, I had a feeling…"

"Should we say something?" Amber wondered. "I mean, I know it's just a stupid trophy, but Daddy seemed to think it's really important…"

"Let's wait and see what happens," Gabriella suggested. "If we go running in there too soon making claims that we can't prove, we'll look like sore losers and give the other team an advantage."

"Time!" Baileywick's voice called from across the way. "That was the final round, and the winners are Team Carpus with 35 over Team Enchancia's 21."

The other team began cheering and high fiving each other, while Team Enchancia seemed disappointed.

"Too late for that," Calista sighed.

"You cheated," Cedric muttered to Zeke as the others were collecting the materials to carry back inside for the day. Seeing that he had his old rival's attention, he glared at him. "I don't know how, and I can't prove it yet, but I know you cheated…"

Zeke smirked. "You'll have a hard time proving that little theory, Cedric the Suspicious…" He laughed before brushing past him, nearly knocking him over as he caught up with his own team members. "Hey, Idris! Wait for me!"

"I'm going to knock him into the next year," Cedric snarled as Angel and Sir Finlay both tried to reason with him and calm him down. "You saw what I saw, didn't you? He definitely used illegal magic during our game."

"I did not see," Angel admitted. "I was focused on the horseshoes rather than the other team members."

"I thought I saw something," Tarrant told Cedric, garnering the sorcerer's attention, "but it could have just been the reflection of the sun off the magical horseshoes or something."

"It's not worth investigating this time," Roland told Cedric, watching as his friend folded his arms. "This time. But we'll keep a better eye out tomorrow."

"Which game are we playing tomorrow, Your Majesty?" Dante asked.

"Tag-Team Triplenet. Volleyball, basically."

"I am fantastic at that game," Daniel told the others with a grin. "Let me serve, and I guarantee we'll win."

"Sounds like a plan to me," James enthused as they began walking back toward their supporters.

Desmond sat beside Amber and kissed her cheek, and he then leaned closer to her and brushed his daughter's hair as she slept.

"Daddy!" Isadora called, running to Dante and giggling as he scooped her into his arms. "We got cookies!"

"What?!" Dante gasped dramatically, causing his daughter to squeal and laugh harder. "You ate cookies without me?!"

While the others were talking, Cedric sat down beside Sofia, his expression focused, even as Nana crawled into his lap and stared at him.

"Cedric?" Sofia waved a hand in front of his face, smiling as he turned to look at her. "You okay?"

"I'm not sure…" He noticed Nana sitting on his lap and staring at him, and he finally allowed himself to smile before kissing her forehead. "Hello, my darling. I'm sorry if I seem…off."

"You have a right to be annoyed," Tanya told him as she leaned over from Sofia's other side, eyeing him seriously. "I sensed a powerful magic when you were playing."

"It's Zeke," the sorcerer insisted, sighing. "I just wish I could prove it." He groaned in a bit of pain as he massaged his side. "All that tossing and moving around so much is just…not my favorite thing in the world."

Sofia smiled sweetly toward him. "I have an idea for how you can relax and feel better then." Seeing his expression turn to one of intrigue she turned her attention to the girls. "Why don't you guys go hang out with your Aunt Cordelia for a while?"

"Going swimming again?" Tanya wondered, though the small smile on her face indicated that she had a feeling that it wasn't quite what she'd suggested.

"You could say that," Cedric responded as Tanya took Nana's hand and tugged her along toward Cordelia. He chuckled. "Well, you heard Tanya…" He stood, pulling Sofia to her feet and smiling as she grinned up at him. "Let's go 'swimming.'"

While both teams and the rest of the castle occupants (permanent and temporary) got settled back in for the day, and while Cedric and Sofia were off on their own little adventure, Violet and Baileywick returned to the kitchen to find a few of the staff members sobbing uncontrollably, and a few chefs looking angrier than ever.

"What's going on?" Baileywick asked in surprise, shocked to see Marcie rocking back and forth in a corner. He glanced toward Violet, who instantly rushed to the maid, kneeling down.

"Marcie, come on," Violet told her, patting her cheek. "What's wrong?"

"You left us with Cladilla," she responded in a hushed voice, her tear-stained face turning toward the brunette. "And you're leaving her with us all week?"

Violet sighed. "I'm sorry, but…it's part of my job to help with the Royal Rumble for King Roland, and—"

"She brought back 'Donkey Knees,' and she now has a new name for me: 'Plumpkin!'" She gestured toward herself. "Because of my hair and my stature! Violet, I can't be around her!"

"I'll talk to her," Baileywick promised. "Where is she?"

"Last I heard, she was chewing out Suzette in the dining room for not setting the flatware the correct distance apart from the centerpieces or something…"

"Chewing out my sister?" Violet fisted her hands. "I don't think so."

"I'll handle it, Violet. You stay with Marcie." Baileywick exited the kitchen and walked to the dining room, where Suzette was indeed trying to set the table, with a lanky woman practically breathing down her neck. "Cladilla?"

Cladilla Clingfelt turned to face Baileywick, a look of annoyance on her features. She was an average height and thin, her olive skin bespattered with wrinkles here and there. Her short gray hair had a ruby red streak on the right side of her head, standing out as perhaps the only vibrant color she possessed. Her eyes were a dull brown, hidden behind a large set of circular glasses. Her thin lips parted sometimes to reveal a tooth missing on the top and about three others missing on the bottom. Her dark purple shawl covered most of her upper body, though the rest was coated in a long black dress that stopped at her ankles. Her scuffed black shoes were tied tightly to her feet.

"What do you want, Stick Man?"

Oh, right. She had a nickname for him too… Baileywick narrowed his eyes at the old woman. "You need to stop harassing the staff. They have a job to do, and they do it well without you constantly antagonizing them for every solitary detail. I myself was a perfectionist when I was steward here, but even I know that absolute perfection is unattainable."

"That's precisely the type of attitude that made you retire, you old fool," Cladilla challenged with a sneer. "You couldn't hack it anymore, so you passed it off to the pretty little girl who worships the ground you walk on."

He folded his arms. "Violet and I have a respectful and respectable relationship."

"She would eat your leftovers, cuddle your pillow, and abscond with your unmentionables if she could."

Baileywick's mouth dropped open, and he blushed darker than he could ever remember blushing. "C-Cladilla, that's enough!" He straightened his tie and composed himself. "Now either… Either you treat the castle staff fairly, or I'll be forced to speak to King Roland on their behalf."

She smirked. "You really think I'm scared of that idiot? He doesn't even know maroon from burgundy! I don't tell him how to do his job—though I should—so he shouldn't tell me how to do mine." She turned and snapped at Suzette, "I said three inches, you stupid girl!"

Suzette jumped and, using her measuring tape, moved the flatware a few more centimeters away from the plate she was near.

Cladilla huffed before putting her hands on her hips. "See? A job is never done around here. And if you'd trained them better, maybe they'd be more competent!"

Baileywick turned as he saw Roland enter the dining room, a look of concern on his features. "Your Majesty…"

"What's with all the yelling?" Roland wondered. "We heard you all the way on the other side of the castle, Cladilla."

"Your Majesty, I beg you, let me take over the castle duties while Violet is doing the games this week. For the sake of your entire staff." Baileywick gestured toward Cladilla, who didn't look the least bit apologetic. "She's done nothing but degrade everyone and make people feel on edge, and while I'm all for cleanliness and order, what she wants is absurd. Fire her and let me take care of things, please."

"Please, King Roland," Suzette pleaded as she turned to him, her measuring tape draped across her hand.

Roland blinked. Suzette never spoke out of turn, given that she was the quieter twin between her and Violet. "Oh… Okay then. If you're sure, Baileywick." Seeing his former steward nod, he looked toward Cladilla. "We won't be needing your services anymore, Cladilla. Thanks anyway."

She shrugged and scoffed. "Fine. Let the castle turn to rubble. See if I care." She glared at Baileywick, who returned the look. "I doubt Stick Man here can handle it. There's a reason he retired, after all." She laughed haughtily before leaving.

"Don't worry, King Roland," Baileywick assured the ruler. "I'm fine, and I can handle this, just as I know Violet can handle the games on her own. You just leave the castle duties to me."

Roland chuckled. "I wouldn't really trust anyone else to do the job anyway, aside from Violet, of course." He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Welcome back…for now, anyway."

He smiled. "Thanks, Your Majesty."

Cedric sighed as he eased into the hot spring, his usual swimming attire on as he relaxed. "Oh, that's much better…"

Sofia smiled and sat down on the edge of the spring, lowering her feet into the water next to him. "I hope it helps your side…" She reached up and released her hair from its updo, letting it fall behind her onto the cobblestone floor in a half down and half up and braided fashion. "Oh, that feels better…"

"It's definitely doing the trick…" He eyed her curiously. "Not up to 'swimming' tonight, huh?"

She laughed softly. "I think you need it more than I do. I just wanted to keep you company."

Cedric smiled as he turned, facing her as the water bubbled around him, the sound almost as relaxing as the warmth. "I'll always take your company, Sofia." Seeing her legs slowly swaying in the water, he instinctively reached up to the spot above her knee, where she'd been injured earlier that day, and he brushed his fingers over the healed spot. "How is the scrape?"

Sofia held her breath for a few moments before sighing as he moved his hand, setting it on the cobblestone. "Better. I barely even know it's there…" She reached out toward him, running her fingers through his hair and smiling as he sighed in delight. "And you know what? Don't even worry about today. I have a feeling we'll do better tomorrow."

"I hope so, but I'd rather not think about that right now…" He smiled up at her, his eyes softening.

She blinked at his words, her smile becoming shy. "Oh? And…w-what would you rather do?"

Cedric couldn't even respond as the door to the tower burst open, and in came Cordelia, Tanya, and Nana, the latter two giggling and hurrying toward their guardians. He looked up at Cordelia, who had a knowing smirk on her face. "C-Cordy! Whatever happened to knocking?"

"On a tower door? Really, Cedric?" She rolled her eyes. "The girls were ready to see you two again, and I decided… Who am I to keep them from their beloved parents?" She grinned as the two partners blushed at her words. "And besides, we thought you would be in the workshop by now…"

"It's probably time to head that way," Sofia agreed, nodding. "And I'm sure Wormwood is wondering what happened to us."

"I think he's probably hiding from me, actually," the sorcerer responded. "Afraid I'll ask him more questions about that nest with eggs…"

"I'll be off then." Cordelia winked toward the four of them. "Behave yourselves. And Nana and Tanya, you be good too." She snickered as Cedric and Sofia blushed, and then she hurried on her way, shutting the tower door behind her.

"She's something else," Sofia murmured as she lifted her legs from the water, Cedric vacating the warm spring soon after.

He sighed heavily but smiled as both girls hugged him, despite his wet clothes. "Tell me about it." He released the girls, nodding toward them. "All right, you two. You've had a full day. I think it's time we get ready for bed. What do you say?"

Nana yawned once, smacking her lips and blinking tiredly at him.

Tanya giggled. "I think she agrees, Papa."

"You know, I think I probably need to head back too," Sofia told them. "But I'll see you guys bright and early." She kissed both Nana and Tanya on their foreheads before turning to Cedric. She hugged him and then kissed his cheek, giggling as he chuckled and returned her hug. "Night, Cedric. Night, girls."

"Good night, Mama." Tanya smiled. As the princess left, she looked toward Cedric seriously. "Be careful in the next game tomorrow, Papa. Most of Team Carpus is fine, but there are a few who do not play by the rules, and I do not want you to get hurt."

Cedric blinked at her astute observation and then sighed, nodding. "I know, my darling." He frowned thoughtfully. "And I know Zeke is behind it. I just need to be able to prove it."

Nana pondered his words. She had an idea how he could do that, but she wanted to wait and see what happened before passing her ideas to Tanya, who was still the only one who could understand her. Either way, she'd find a way to make the wrongs right.

She was, after all, Princess Sofia of Enchancia's adopted daughter, and she had learned a thing or two from the crafty and intelligent princess. She smiled happily to herself.

Tomorrow was a new day, though, so they would have to wait and see what happened next.

To be continued…

Next Chapter: Royal Rumble Day 2