A/N: Okay they will be strong teen themes in this chapter I would advise to skip the paragraph after the bold writing stating the obvious. I don't know if it is suitable for kids, this is the only chapter that is rated T. I don't even know if the teen part is Teen it could be high rated K+ but I don't want to be in trouble by Fan fiction because I rated the story wrong.

A tall blonde man stepped out of the shadows, his eyes gleamed gold for a second and then disappeared. He wore an evil smirk upon his handsome face, he stepped towards the girl.
"Arthur" she cried running to him, but the harder she ran the further away he got "Is that really you?"
"Yes, Seraphina, did you miss me?" he smiled unkindly as he walked swiftly towards the princess.
I knew you would find me… I knew you wouldn't give up on me" she cried.
"Oh I didn't want to look for you," he laughed.

"What do you mean? I don't understand" she stood still, looking intently at his face.
"What don't you understand, if it wasn't for you musketeer friends nagging, I would never have agreed to search for you." He walked over to her and grabbed her waist forcefully; she crashed against his chest, her breath caught. "I only married you for the crown Sara, I never loved you, I only wanted the throne" he whispered into her ear.

He smelt her hair and let it run through his fingers. "I'll admit you're very pretty, but that's your only good feature," he smiled against her neck, savouring her rose scent. He placed his cold hand on her neck to hold it still, and then brushed his lips against her neck, spending shivers up her spine.

Arthur stopped and looked over his shoulder he cackled standing peacefully was King Robyn. He moved with surprising speed, Arthur moved away back into the shadows.
The king leaned forward his dark eyes focused on Sara's bright ones. "I told you, Melinda I'm sorry, he's a commoner all they want is power." He said softly, converting the distressed blonde. "You were right" she muttered gazing at something far away. "I wish I believed you sooner, I could have saved myself the heart ache"
"Melinda, I will love you forever no matter how badly you may age" he stroked the princess's cheek, and to her surplice she wasn't creped out by it. Actually she found herself leaning forward closing the gap between them, her eyes fluttered shut and he did the same, they lips made contact.

A/N: Okay, this is the teen scene it's like two paragraphs.

"His hand entangled in her blonde silky hair, her arms gripping his shoulders, her growled hungrily. His hand moved from her hair to her arms, moving up and down them, and then to her back, his fingers found her corset.

He unbuttoned it, it dropped to the floor. Robyn started kissing her neck…

A/N: SEE WASN'T THAT SHORT.

Sara woke up with a start 'Oh thank goodness it was only a dream. A very disturbing dream. A nightmare even.' She thought as she looked around the cell she was still trapped in.
I have no idea where I am, all I know is that I'm somewhere in the east and I'm guessing we're still in Jewelina because I don't feel like I'm on the sea.
"Your meal, Miss" David smiled as he passed the food tray under the bars.

"Hi, David" Sara had gotten to know the solider as he was the only other persona apart from his boss who came to see her. She discovered the kidnapper was actually a king. Robyn. However she had no idea why he wanted her, she didn't even know he had lost his wife because no-one spoke of it.

"David when can I leave this prison?" she asked him, all this cramped space made her feel ill.
"Sorry Milady but that's for King Robyn to decide, and he's a bit mad after you accused him of treason"
"But David, you must realise any girl kidnapped from her home would think low about her kidnappers. I didn't mean any harm. I was just so angry because he keeps called me Melinda, when I have told him over and over again that my name is Seraphina"

"I understand, but the king does not, he has been troubled for some years. I would admit that walking into the nursery and kissing you was way out of line, and I told him this, but what is a servant to a king, huh"
"You've served him for a long time haven't you?"

"Aye, a very long time"
"But you couldn't be more than 30 at the least."

"You are right, Princessa I am only 31, 32 in 6 weeks."
"The king is what 35?"
"Correct, and you princess I believe is 23, such an age range" he looked away "The princess, his queen would have been 31 by now, she is not Melinda. She's been telling the truth" he muttered so Sara couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Princessa, what is your favourite colour and food" he questioned, this would be the test to determine who she really was.

"That's easy most of my dresses are this colour and I'm wearing it now. Yellow and my favourite food, erm this is hard I would have to say my husbands jewelled brownies. Why are you asking?"
"No reason at all, I was just curious." Melinda hated the colour yellow, she loved rouge (red) and her favourite food was Kissel (a Russian desert) this proves she is not who we think she is. I must inform the king, but he will never believe me, though I still have to try for the princess's sake.

He rushed off, to find his master not saying goodbye to Sara in the process. She was left alone, in a dark cell awaiting new company.

-*Finding the princess of Jewelina*-

"Chris are you sure, we're going the right way? It's been two days since we saw a village." Viveca moaned, her purple musketeer dress was ruined with dirt and rips, those villagers did not take kindly to the French. They had attacked the four musketeers out of anger; they believed they were horrid savages who had come to steal their jewels. Poor Renee and Viveca had been targeted out of the other two because of the colour of their skin. Many rich villages had kept African-Americans and Asians (Sorry I don't know what race Viveca is, I hope this doesn't sound racist, I'm don't see myself as racist).

The villager had grabbed pitch-fork and torches. The two girls had been dragged off their horses and on to the ground. The villages then began to punch and kick the defenceless women-they had weapons but these were Sara's people she would never have used violence-Viveca was Lucky she didn't lose the baby.

Corrine and Aramina ordered the men to stop hitting their friends but Corrine's Jewelinam was rusty and it sounded more like Latin. Aramina tried, she was more successful. Though the men stopped assaulting the two musketeers it did not stop their violent screams toward the French to leave the country.

Arthur, who had been helping Chris collects supplies, ran forward and commanded the villages to halt. They all stared wide eyed and the blonde man in front of them, he walked with confidence and dignity. They were mutters in the crowd. It's the prince. What is he going here?

"Ladies, Gentlemen" he spoke with an easy air "our country has been kind to visitors throughout its history, so I would appreciate the hospitality towards our guests." His voice rose to a shout. "And our hospitality does not render when we are greeted from people you may like or not like.

These women are French, they is no doubt about it. However these particular women are royal musketeers of the king of France" at this mutters began these are the famous four, in our town, we have been gifted. "And with them is the queen of France" Corrine stepped forward her head held high "Queen Corrine and her fellow musketeers are good friends with the Princess-my wife-Seraphina. And if she was traveling with us, I know she would have been disappointed at your attitude towards the French."

"I hope you will remember this, because if not the princess would be distressed that her people do not take kindly to her best friends, her brother, King Louis's people and country. Good day"

They left the village with the purchased supplies two days ago. Thankfully Chris was an excellent healer so Viveca's unborn child was unharmed in the violent protests.

"I'm pretty sure, Lady Viveca, they are footprints in the mud. Faint but I'm certain men came through this way." The horse-man replied. His ponytail flapping in the wind. His gold eyes sparkled with knowledge; they were close, all though he couldn't shake the feeling of being followed. His horse sensing were superior to his man's, his instinct told him they were in trouble, he just didn't know when.

-*Finding the princess of Jewelina*-

"Sire, may I speak with you?" David's voice echoed in the empty throne room-well what used to be a throne room in the golden years.
"What is it Mr Williamson? I am very busy" his stern voice carried around the room.

"It's about the princess-"

Robyn spun around his attention now fully on the man in front of him. "What is she hurt? Sick? What?" he panicked.

"The princess…she is not Melinda…she is Seraphina" he looked down at the floor avoiding eye contact.

Robyn scrunched up his fist, and aimed it at the soldier's head. David flew across the floor; his head bumped the wall, his eye black and swollen. "How dare you, my most trusted friend, try to convince me, that the girl in the cell is not my Melinda. You have dishonoured me and most importantly yourself" Robyn hissed, he motioned for him to be taken to the dungeons.

He was literally thrown in to the cell, he bumped his head again. "David, oh my gosh, are you okay?" Sara's concerned voice asked from between the cell bars. The two were contained in cells next to each other, on David's left was a bared window which allowed him to see Sara looking at him.

"I'm fine princessa" he said holding his head.
"Please, call me Sara, everyone else does, and you're not okay, you have a black eye and you banged your head." She waited a moment, debating whether or not to ask.
"Why are you hurt and thrown in that cell?"

David smiled despite himself. "Because of you" Sara looked every horrified that she had caused him pain, David saw this and quickly corrected himself "I was punched by the king because I defended you. I told him that you weren't his wife, Melinda. He got angry he hit me and spent me flying into the wall, then I was dragged in here"

"Thank you, for doing that for me it means a lot, you are a good friend. It must have been hard for you, you were so loyal to King Robyn"

"He has become psychotic, I believe he's planning your marriage."

"Oh No, I do hope my husband finds me soon, David do you have a belt or sling shot I could use by any chance?" Sara asked curiously, 'a belt would substitute to ribbons right', she thought.

"Why?" he questioned as he handed over his brown leather belt through the window cell.

"I have a plan… and I need your help" she then began to explain her plan.

-*Finding the princess of Jewelina*-

Chris had a bad feeling and he sensed Corrine and Arthur sensed the danger as well. Arthur and Corrine were chatting quietly, Chris decided it was battle strategies or rescue plans.

He patted Arthur and the queen on the back . He glanced at them, they caught on very quickly, and danger was near.

Chris searched the landscape nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly a snap of a twig caught everyone's attention. In their path stood four hooded figures, they sneered at the traveling group. Every possible escape was blocked. They were trapped with no-way out.

The leader stepped forward and bowed mockingly. "Hello your highness, Prince Arthur and Queen Corinne. I have been waiting for you, men grab the shape shifter….no not the red head you idiots the one with the pony tail and has white hair."

"Do you remember me, Arthur. You and your wife stole the shape shifters from me…"

A/N: Haha a cliffie. Sorry the update is late, but I got some bad news today…my grandma died, she was 60. So young, so my family have been planning the funeral. *Cries*

I think you will understand the next chapter, if you read the story in Innocence of youth when I eventually upload it.

Don't you love David (I know creative name), he knew the danger of confronting his king, but he did it anyway. So see you in 5-7 days.

PrincessGeekelle

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