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"Terra..." A voice whispered as Terra slept. The men that had taken her captive had chloroformed her before tying a blindfold over her eyes. Terra groaned.

"Terra..." The voice whispered again. Terra groggily sat up and untied the blindfold over her eyes. When the strip of cloth fell from her face, Terra gasped. She was in a large throne room. A tall proud golden throne sat at the end of the hall with a long crimson carpet leading up to it like a path. Stone gargoyles were carved into the walls and looked down at the mouse, which made her a little unnerved. Black lamps lined both walls, casting a rather sinister look to the hall. Terra looked down and in the dim light, she saw that she was in a azure blue dress with white lace. The skirt stopped just passed her ankles and it reminded Terra of water and form.

"I see that you are awake." The hairs on the back of Terra's neck stuck straight up at the sound of the voice. Her eyes lifted from her dress to the form sitting on the throne at the end of the hall. Ratigan. He looked like he normally did in a black suit with gold buttons. The smirk on his face made Terra sick. That smirk that he had was so misleading, it was the smirk that tricked her into doing things that she knew were wrong. Her fists clenched.

"Why am I here?" She demanded in a brave voice. Even though she didn't show it, she was afraid of Ratigan. She knew exactly what he was capable of. It was imprinted in her memory and she had seen the scars that Basil had from him. His bad side and rage were a monster that lurked underneath, waiting to come out.

"Well, I brought you here for a reason. " He said as his long fingers tapped the arm of the throne.

"I have something of a proposal for you." Ratigan stood and began to walk towards her with long purposeful strides.

"You see, I'm in a bit of a dilemma, I'm a king with no queen to rule by my side." Terra stepped back as he drew closer. He was a head and shoulders taller then she was and it made her very nervous being close to him. Terra scowled.

"I could never be your queen." She replied.

"Why?" He asked and Terra hugged her arms.

"I'm not fit to be a queen. I'd never be fit-"

"Nonsense, you are perfect." Terra felt her face burn as he leaned closer.

"You are intelligent, brave, caring, beautiful inside and out." Terra swore that her face was cherry red as Ratigan began to list qualities that she possessed.

"You would make an excellent queen." He concluded and Terra was quiet. She turned away and bit her lip, hugging her arms tighter. She gasped when Ratigan lifted her chin so their eyes met.

"Terra, you know that you are worthy of this." Terra frowned and backed out of the Ratigan's reach.

"I don't trust you, not like I did before." She told him. If he was at all offended, he didn't show it. He just brushed it off with a smile, which made Terra even more angry. That damn misleading smile that Terra hated with practically every fiber of her being.

"I will just have to regain your trust." Terra angrily glared at him.

"Do you really think you can rebuild what you destroyed?!" She shrilly demanded.

"It work like that, Ratigan. You treated me like a puppet, like a toy that was carelessly cast aside. I will never serve a false king, even if he treated me like his own blood." The two were silent for a moment when Ratigan snapped his fingers. Two thugs stepped out from the shadows and moved to either side of Terra.

"Please escort Miss Terra to her room." Ratigan ordered and the two nudged Terra towards the door.

"Consider my proposal and make sure she does not try anything."

"Yes Professor." The guards responded and the three took off down the halls as Ratigan sat back down on the throne.

As soon as Terra was pushed into the bedroom, the guard slammed the door shut. Terra turned and attempted to open the door to find it locked. Terra slid down to the ground and leaned against the door. The room was large and rather beautiful, but Terra was too depressed to take in the room's beauty. Instead, she just stared out the window from the door.

'Basil, I need you.' She thought desperately. She hadn't felt more afraid in her life.

Basil stared into the fire of the camp that they had made for the night. It was dusk and Basil was staring into the fire, wondering about how Terra was fairing. The detective heard the clumping noises of Fidget's peg leg. Basil turned slight as the bat plopped down beside him.

"Hello Fidget." He greeted looking back to the fire and Fidget grunted. Fidget noticed that Basil was holding something very tightly in his paws, like he was afraid it was to vanish if he dropped it. In the firelight, the bat made out some sort of trinket. It was a soft white silver with delicate designs on it. Basil noticed that Fidget was staring at the item in his paw and sighed. Basil took the small locket out of his paw and showed it to Fidget.

"It was my mother's. She had passed away when I was still a boy and this was one item that she left to me." It was a small oval shaped locket with a single rose in the center.

"I was planning on giving to Terra as a gift." Fidget looked at him and Basil looked down at the locket in his paw.

"I guess, it was a dumb idea." He sighed as he stood and walked off, dropping the locket on the ground. Fidget gently picked it up and examined it. It seemed like something Terra would love. He slipped it into his pocket and left the camp, and into the night.