Erabella was all too soon stepping back the white sleigh and sat quietly on the pristine white seating bench. Her thoughts roamed back to the conversation her and the beautiful King had just had and what may've happened if she had never brought her family into it. He had told her to be honest with him and that was what she had done, but it cost her going home to a place she would never want to see again. Her grey eyes were constantly flickering from the completely clean floor, to the horses, to the white trees around them and the King on the approach. Her chests – one full of jewels and riches, the other full of dresses – were pressed against the side of the sleigh with her feet pressed against them; preventing movement for the wooden boxes of treasure.

She soon felt a hand being put onto of her own and her head slowly turned; the eyes of shadows soon coming in contact with eyes of diamonds. It was now she was closer to him that she noticed flecks of violet shining within the blue and it made him seem even more Royal and unusual than she first imagined as he smiled slightly at her before gently coaxing the horses into a soft run. "You think me upset with you." He spoke as a statement; not a question. He never needed to ask questions. Erabella let out a shaky sigh and took the dress cloth; sliding over her soft hands.

"Perhaps, Jack. Perhaps. I am not sure of what I feel at this point." She smiled ever so slightly; just a ghost. "I would much prefer to stay with you then go to where I must call home." Her eyes burned with tears unshed as her body was pulled closely to the King she had come to admire.

"My home is your home whenever you wish to return. When your Father leaves this World, you shall return home to me?" Surprisingly, this was a question and she took back her statement about the 'no questions, just statements'. He was unsure she would return to him.

Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his shoulder. "I will forever be with you. When my Father does leave this ruined World, will you be the one to take me to safety?"

"Naturally." One arm came to rest around her hips. "I'll always keep you safe; from any harm or pain. Anything you need gone; I will assure it."

They soon reached the cabin that stood alone; much like Jack's cottage but this one gave off a cold liker no other, causing even the King Of Winter to refrain a shiver. "This is truly your home, sweet Erabella? Honestly?" His tone held near nothing but disgust and confusion.

"Yes, dear Jack; this is truly my place of raising, but not my home." She smiled up at him as they exited the sleigh. "My home is wherever you are, my dear King."

He placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead; causing a ice to form around her heart. A ice he had placed there for her to know who he loved. "What did you do?" She asked near silently and made him laugh; near hollow.

"I have marked you as my own. I have chosen you to be mine. The one I shall spend my immortal life with." He let go of her hand and smiled down at her. "I am a King... And you shall be my Queen."

With that, a gust of wind burst open the door to the cabin and Jackson Overland Frost; The King Of Winter... Was gone. Replaced with the treasure chests now inside the door.

As soon as Erabella entered the home; all eyes were beckoned to her. She stood tall and proud; not giving away how sickened she felt inside to come face-to-face with the people she never wished to see again. Her Father looked at her holding a stare of wonder and love, making her smile ever so slightly in actual regret for the things she had ever thought against him. Her Mother of no blood was glaring at her with more hatred and heat than she had ever witnessed. The girl she had been forced to call 'Sister' looked ready to kill her on the spot and take everything that she knew not of inside the chest.

Normally, these looks would have made her cry; made her weep in disgust of herself. Now, her heart - frozen over with Royal pride - just made her raise an eyebrow at them, daring anyone to take her as anything else but above them. "What is it that which makes you stare?" A sly smile graced her face. "Do you not recognize the woman before you?"

She pushed the chests forward one by one with her delicate shoes on small feet, allowing her Father to open them upon the woman's command and for them all to gaze at the treasures within. The woman she stared at with secret disdain suddenly became a snake in the grass right before her shadowed eyes; waiting for the right moment to strike. "Where did you acquire these, girl?" She hissed and Erabella simply raised a brow; her mouth set in a half smile.

"From a wonderful man who you'll never understand. That's who." At this, the younger snake laughed hauntingly and Erabella quirked a brow.

"So you slept with a stranger because he took you from the cold?" The girl - no longer even a woman - leered at her.

"You little whore."Quicker than Erabella was ready for, a hand was outreached and slapped her hard across the face. Staring levelly at the hand, her eyes followed to the face. Her own Father.

"Is that supposed to insult me?" She frowned at him; the man before her no longer her Father. "I would return the slap if I took you for a man."

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