Please review! I'd like to know how I'm doing! So, this is the third chapter of The Reigning Heir. I hope you guys like it, and since I have 67 hits and counting, I suppose I've done alright. But I'd still like to know! Also, on other-yet-still-the-same matters, I think, even though they aren't technically "Disney Princesses", I'd like to add them to the Disney Mothers line. Who are they? Jane Porter from Tarzan; Mulan from, well, Mulan; Giselle from Enchanted (Disney didn't want to buy Amy Adams' resemblance or something like that so she isn't a princess); and possibly (from Robin Hood's POV) Maid Marian.

Even though when I was little I wanted to name my brother Kokoam (or, however they spell his name) when he was born and wanted to be Pocahontas when I grew up, I'm not loving the idea of giving Pocahontas a Disney Mothers story. I am NOT racist, if that's what you're thinking, because my own mother is half Native American, but knowing historically Pocahontas dies during her son's lifetime and that she carries not John Smith's child but (what's his name? John Ralph? Let's call him Mr. X…or is it Y? I'm all mixed up today) Mr. X's, I don't think the story is gonna happen. Perhaps a poem or drabble? However, if you really want Pocahontas, then I'll turn my frown upside down and get her story out as soon as possible. However, I think before I do a story/drabble/poem for Pocahontas, I'll have to do some research. Oh well—if you guys want it, let me know at my email

and I'll do it anyway—because I love you. ;)

This is Reigning Heir: Chapter Three, Untitled

And the name has nothing to do with the story, it's just because I couldn't think of a proper name for this chapter.

HERE WE GO!!

"He's gone! Lakehurst, gone! Run, you two, go! Maac and I will go and fetch some horses and go in two different directions. We'll try and find you; go, wherever it is you are going, and run!" bellowed Tyro. He had left to see if indeed Lakehurst had betrayed us. Waiting in a hollow tree, we had waited with Maac for not two minutes. Char, my wonderful and quick-witted husband, had ushered us into a hollow Oak and snuck in with us. His sword had been drawn.

It had been a blur, this morning. In fact, it didn't seem like I had woken up. I looked down at little Delia, watching her sleep peacefully. Why anyone would want to take her was obvious: she was beautiful, even for a babe. She had a tuft of silky, dark brown hair so that it was almost black. Her skin was not as fair as mine, but lighter than Char's. She had small, delicate hands, and a button nose. It almost reminded me of when Ian, Jace and Cam's eleven-month-old brother, was born in the castle.

Char took my hand and kissed it.

"Take us to wherever it is my sweet songbird. Away from this malady," said Char calmly. I swallowed.

I nodded, and gave Char Delia.

Crawling backwards, I reached the outside of the hollow tree, where the morning and ceased to disappear. Char crawled out next, Delia clutched to his chest.

"Let's make haste, Snow White," he said, just as calmly as before. I took his strong hand and walked in the direction I had formerly.

"We've arrived," I said, my eyes warming up to the sight of a small yet beautiful, marble cottage. The Seven Dwarfs lived here, and after I had become wife to Char, I had given them more capital to fix up their little dollhouse.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, both Maac and Tyro had found us. They said that once they had lost the horde, they found each other and continued on the path I had attempted to take at the very start of this horrific event. Two horses was all they could manage without attracting attention to our real destination's conduit, so while Maac and Tyro took turns riding a gray horse named Strider, Char, Delia and I rode on a black horse named Genevieve.

It was nightfall, presently; Delia had slept half the trip.

"Well, are you sure they're home?" asked Tyro.

"Why yes, of course! Don't you know anything about homes?" I replied.

"Well, I grew up in poverty, Princess."

"Oh! That's terrible! Of course you are happy, now, aren't you Sir Tyro?" I asked innocently.

"Honestly, and no offense to your Majesties, but…I'd rather be higher. I'm but a guard, I'm no knight. Neither is Maac, here. We're simple guards, trying to make ends meet, but we're patriotic, so we want to protect you, the Majesties of Sweden."

"But you're a father?" I asked curiously. Char hopped off Genevieve, and took Delia from me. Maac, who had been walking, escorted Char to the front door of the cottage while Tyro and I waited in the darkness.

"Oh, yes, Princess. I has ten children, see. Kairi, Kylie, Kayla, Karana, Karen, Kilo, Kirk, Kayak, Kroc, and Koran are their names: five girls born separately, but see Kilo, Kirk, Kayak, Kroc, and Koran are quintuplets."

"Oh how lovely. You're a lucky one, Tyro. Oh how I'd love to have another baby. But perhaps when Delia's three shall Char and I have another one. And how wonderful they must think of you; what is your wife's name?" I asked humbly.

"Kaya Karneilie, Your Majesty," he said feebly. "See, we wanted all of our children to have names with a 'K', because we both have 'K' letter names. We mixed up all of her name to create our daughters' names, and all of my letters in my name to create the boys' names."

"Your name is not Tyro?" I asked. Char, at that moment, came from the little dollhouse and said that the dwarfs were home. He helped me down from Genevieve while Tyro helped himself down.

"No, your Majesty. It's in fact Kroirk Kayroan Tyro, Princess. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll tie up the horses."

I entered the little cottage excitedly, for I was desperate to see my old saviors. I was first greeted by Dopey and Grumpy, then Doc, Sneezy, Sleepy, Happy, and Bashful. They were thrilled I had come for the first time to their happy abode with Baby Delia.

"Why isn't it my old friends," I said.

They smiled and bowed in unison.

"We've finished just morning…uh…finished we've morning just….no, that can't be—"

"Oh, we've just finished painting a crib we made Delia. We was gonna bring it over this evenin', but you've come this evenin'!" laughed Happy.

I laughed, Char holding my waist.

"Where is Delia?" I questioned.

"Oh, she's in the livin' room with that Maac."

I, with Char, rushed to Delia, and watched her as she lay in a beautiful wooden and glass basinet. It was more beautiful than the one Wilmer had given her as a present when she had been born but a week ago. Though that one was made of various shades of pink silk and was encrusted with opals, this one was crystal glass, the inside lined with white cotton and silk with light pink wool. It rocked back and forth slowly, and I noticed the rockers were also lined with light pink wool. And, when a sparkle touched my eyes, I noticed that sapphires encrusted the glass, forming the sparkling eyes of engraved squirrels, butterflies, sparrows, chickadees, deer, and bunny rabbits.

"It's…wonderful! Beautiful! How did you?" exclaimed Char.

"Well, we work in a diamond mine, Prince. That's how we got the sapphires. And glass is common in the mines, too, so we just weaved wool and cotton and bought silk from the market. That was all," said Grumpy. Dopey nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh, yeah. Dopey made the animals."

"Oh, Dopey, thank you," I said. The sight of little Delia in that beautiful, palace-like crib was beyond words. Never had I seen such a beautiful thing.

I smiled warmly, and thanked the dwarfs for their kindness.

"Now, tell us, here you what're doin', I mean—what're you doin here, at this late hour?" asked Doc.

"Well, you see, we've traveled many miles. But this is so because an anonymous woman of Sweden has sent us a letter saying she would successfully kidnap our little baby Princess Delia. It seemed like moments after we read the letter were we given guards Lakehurst, Tyro, and Maac—Lakehurst betrayed us, or was merely a coward and ran away from his duties—that a mob entered the castle and was searching for Delia. Snow White immediately wanted to come here for protection, and we followed suit. Therefore, we ask that you will lend us more of your kindness and hospitality so that we may ask of you only this: that you will help us in protecting Delia from this wretched hijacker and let us stay here. Or at least, protect her from this mental civilian," said Char gallantly.

It was as though an earthquake's epicenter had formed in the cottage. All dwarves shouted that they'd be too willing to help us in our time of need. It was Doc, however, that silenced them after he had yelled out his readiness. It was also at this moment that Tyro returned and stood next to Maac.

"Alright, alright, alright men; that's enough; we'd be happy, Snow White, but won't King Wilmer send out a search party to look for his son and daughter-in-law? It would be a much better idea if you were to return, in separate directions, with these humble guards protecting you, to the castle in Sweden and say Delia is in good hands? You'd travel South and North, then travel oppositely, then head East towards Sweden to the castle."

"That is good sense, Doc. It shall be put into action in the morning," said Char.

"The morning—but little Delia! She can't be without a mother. She's but a week old," I said.

"Yes, but she won't be a daughter to us either, if she is kidnapped by this woman of whom we have been speaking of, and this way we can still track down the mob's leader and protect Delia. When it is safe for her return, we shall bring her back to Sweden."

"Oh…well I…I su—suppose if it's best," I agreed grudgingly. I watched Delia sleep soundly.

"I know they would take good care of her," I added. The dwarves nodded.

"At least, let us both—Char and I—take care of Delia tonight."

Char nodded once, and the sentries left to stand guard at the entrance of the cottage, leaving us with the baby. The dwarves left to the kitchen, Dopey pointing upstairs before he left.

"I suppose we'll need to bring her upstairs."

"Yes."

I took her from the basinet, and char picked up the sleeping palace carefully.

"Oh. But I'd hate to leave her," I said quietly. It was midnight.

"Yes, but dear, we have to. It's in her best interest."

"I know, but…when will it be safe?" I asked.

"We don't know."

"Then will they tell her of our existence?"

"Of course. They are intelligent."

"Will she hate us terribly if she lives here past the age of five? What will she do, think, write? What will we do without her?" I pleaded. The dwarves had kindly decided to sleep in the living room tonight. The guards were standing watch at the foot of the stairs.

"Do not worry for it shan't happen," said Char.

"Very well then," I said hoarsely. I was feeding Delia now. She was awake, but hadn't made a sound. I noticed at times like these that her eyes changed color. They transferred from deep blue, to black, to dark brown. All the same, she certainly looked like she could never hate a person. She looked…like a princess.

Morning was hard for me. Luckily, Delia wasn't awake. I had left her in her crib, with Dopey and Grumpy, while Tyro and Char saddled up and Maac and I were ready to leave first. I blew a kiss to her window, and had said goodbye to my dear friends. With one "Hyah!" by Maac, we were off in a Southwards direction.

"Farewell!" everyone cried. I bit back my lip to keep it from trembling; I blew a kiss to Char, with half of my heart with him—the other half with Delia—beating vigorously with an equal amount of love and worry.