Since the rebuild of the OZ, and the subsequent trial, and later acquittance, of its new Queen Azkadelia, Glitch found himself in a glorious era of peace.

DG, found guilty of the release of the spirit of the ancient witch, was given a rather light sentence of community service, which was in light of her being a child at the time, and her deeds which led to the spirits ultimate destruction, and publicly renounced her claim to the throne in place of her original sentence. The Former Queen Lavender and the rest of the group sat back and patted themselves on the back for a rather successful scam. And life went on. The rumors, started by Lavender herself, that the whole trial was staged, did it's job in keeping people from question how simple things had gone for the family, and no one questioned the matter further, dismissing it as merely a malicious rumor designed to break Azkadelia's new found, though very fragile, confidence. And the new queen basked in a daily praise from both courtiers and prospective suitors.

DG had taken Glitch's, for he asked people he was very close too to call him as such, old position as advisor and dearest friend to the queen. And Az never was allowed to get a big head.

Glitch returned to his passion of inventing and spent the days he wasn't chasing children around, creating wonderful and strange new things to entertain his growing brood.

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"Daddy! Daddy! Look what Mama bought me!" His youngest daughter shouted through the high piled shelves that made up the walls to his labyrinthine office-lab. Glitch jumped at the piercing call of the young eight year old, but soon his face split into a large grin as he dropped his tools to scoop up May.

"Oh my! Look at the pretty little girl! She couldn't possibly be my daughter!" The young princess dressed in yellow giggled.

"DAaaADDYYY!" she whined "You're wrinkling my dress!" The pout on her face was just too adorable.

"Sorry my little flower." Gently he put her down on the ground, and she busied herself with smoothing out wrinkles she only made worse. Glitch looked his daughter up and down, finally able to see the dress properly, she looked adorable in her yellow dress, but there were far too many ribbons. No doubt an influence of Azkadelia who loved to over accent things with ribbons and bows and such other frivolities.

"Sorry father, I tried to keep an eye on her, but it's near impossible to keep up with the little bundle of energy in heels." Glitch looked up to see his eldest daughter, Annemarie, named so because DG had said she always loved that name, dressed in a beautiful but simple, dress of emerald green, the royal house's traditional color of the eldest daughter.

"It's okay; she takes after her mother in many ways." Glitch laughed. "You look beautiful dear; I'm sure that snooty Prince Whatshisname is going to trip over himself when he sees you." Annemarie colored slightly before responding in a stiff voice.

"His name is Prince Fedor. And I am not interested in him." Glitch grinned.

"Oh, sure you are, that's why you're blushing." He teased. She colored even more.

"I am not! Ooh… gr." Her brow darkened in anger before her face went serene again. "Oh May! You should help Daddy get ready for the ball tonight! I mean look at his hair! It's dreadful!"Glitch paled as May climbed and wiggled her way back into her father's hold.

"Anne's right daddy! Your hair's all messy! Don't worry I can fix it!" Behind little demon-child currently untying canary yellow ribbons out of her dress and inching her hands closer to his mop of curly hair, Annemarie's face twisted into a satisfactory smile of the cat who ate the bird and the mouse and washed it down with a pint of cream.

"Sadist." He grumbled to her. Her laughter echoed all the way up the stairs.

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DG paced, her husband and daughter should have showed up by now. Annemarie had already gone out to stall for them. And the servants not currently doing rounds in the ball room were combing the castle for the missing two. Making up her mind to find them she left to the one place she knew they were.

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Oooh! If he got grease on May's brand new dress I'll kill him! She thought as she quickly rounded corners, wishing the age old wish for her converse, she would have been there by now. Round the final corner and down the stairs to his labyrinth-laboratory-office and through the well memorized pathways to his desk.

When she finally arrived at her destination, she stopped, her anger melting away at the sight.

There he was, with May on his lap, sound both sound asleep, and drooling. Her ribbons hopelessly entangled in his hair. DG bit her lip. She didn't want to wake them and desperately wished for a camera. Sighing she walked forward and gently shook his shoulder.

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Needless to say, Prince Ambrose made quite a stir with his fashion statement. And much to his embarrassment, at the next ball, everyone had ribbons in their hair.