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This was originally written on February 17, 2012.

Words: 2,400

Disclaimer: Here is the one I made a while back; I do not own KND or Ella Enchanted, if I did, I would be bungee jumping of the Golden Gate Bridge right now.

And Numbuh1999 excerpt that I found awesome!: If I owned KND, it would be on its 15th season, if I owned the book, I would have made it like this

"Leaving behind a grieving wife and child. We must comfort them." I stood shaking on the soft ground as High Chancellor Lincoln droned on and on. I refused to listen. It was not as though he was actually talking about Father. Some of his speech mentioned "Sir Ruburd," but I did not recognize the person he spoke of. Why didn't he talk about how funny Father could be, how generous? How he would carry Kami off to her bed some nights when she fell asleep in the kitchen instead of waking her. How everyone in our household had loved him so, myself most of all. Most of the speech was about death, and about swearing allegiance to the kingdom of Kyrria and its royal family. The names "King Xavier" "Queen Cassandra" "Prince Wallabee" "Prince Joseph" and "Princess Sydney" were spoken much more often than "Sir Ruburd." was. The wind gave way a little, making the flowers adorning Father's casket sway a little.

I wished I could be with Kami, Sonya, and the other servants. Instead, I was forced to be stood next to Mother, my hand held firmly in hers, her sharp nails digging into my palm ever so slightly, they we're as moist as a hydra's swamp. I knew if I tried to withdraw from her grasp, she would just grab me again. I wondered if my faerie godmother would send Mother away if I could find her. I wondered if she could bring Father back if I asked.

High Chancellor Lincoln stopped speaking, and suddenly everyone was looking at me. It was my duty to close the lid of Father's deep mahogany casket as I was the next of kin since I had no brother. I rose shakily to my feet, feeling my knees bucking slightly. Mother put her hands on my back and pushed me forward.

His casket was made of mahogany, it had beautiful carving designs of faeries and centaurs dancing and singing.

Father's mouth was in a thin, tight line, making his face much more stern than I was used to seeing. His face was blank mask, and staring at it, I could not recognize him as my Father, but for the first time I saw him as Sir Ruburd of Frell. I choked back a sob as I lowered the lid. The thought of Father stored away forever in a cramped box was too much.

The tears I had been holding back all day burst forth like a broken river wall. I stood in front of the whole crowd of people from Frell with tears streaming down my rosy cheeks, unable to stop my loud sobs. Mother rushed forward and pressed me into her chest. To anyone watching, it must have appeared as though she were attempting to comfort me, but I knew it was just to stifle my loud wailing. It was to no avail. She leaned down and hissed in my ear, "Get out of here right now, Kuki. Don't come back until you learn to keep quiet."

I certainly would not fight against this order. I fled, tripping and falling over the clunky heels I was wearing. I ignored the sting in my knee and palm and the look of concern on Kami and Sonya' face as I picked myself up and ran out of the area.

I did not want to see Father's grave, so I ran to the grand weeping willow in the middle of the grave yard. I pushed my way through its curtain of leaves and threw myself down onto the soft ground, my loud sobs now completely unrestrained. Everyone had told me how sorry they were for my loss, but the truth was, Father was not lost. He was gone, and no matter how long or hard I searched, I would never find him. I could go anywhere, to another country, to Fairyland, to the Elves forest, and I would never find him. I would never sing to him again, or hold his hand. We would never joke and laugh together. Or slide down the banister. Or attempt to pull pranks on Kami. Or go outside and stargaze. Father would never make up stories about the constellations. Mother will never complain about Father's untidy hair. I would never witness Father and Aunt Morgan's famous fights, which always ended with Father on the ground and a triumphant Aunt Morgan over him with not a scratch on her. Or a thousand other things.

Once I had cried myself dry, I sat up and frowned down at my mourning outfit. The black silk was wrinkled and covered in dirt. My cufflinks were missing a button. Kami would have called me a spectacle.

The order Mother had given me had started to bother me. I had no idea how much time had passed, but now that I was quiet, I had to go back. I started to feel a little nauseous, but I was distracted from the feeling momentarily when I realized I wasn't alone. Outside of the veil of my tree, Prince Wallabee stood facing a tombstone. I had never been in such close proximity to His Highness before. I blushed faintly; sure that he had heard my loud wailing.

The prince was a year younger than I was and a little taller. He greatly resembled his father, although Prince Xavier's sharp angles were softened in the youth of his son. They each had light blonde hair, while the king's was held in small curls; the prince's were brushed to the side. They both had slightly olive complexion, typical for those of Kyrrian decent. The prince's eyes shifted and met mine, a beautiful shade of hazel.

"A cousin of mine," Prince Wallabee said, pointing to the tombstone in front of him with a nod of his head. "I never really liked him much. I liked your father, though." He turned and started to walk back towards the direction of Father's grave.

I did not know what to do. Did he expect me to follow? Did I need to maintain an appropriate distance from His Highness? I walked at his side, leaving enough room between us for ten fully grown centaurs to walk in between us. He moved closer. I noticed that he had been crying, too, although clearly with much more dignity than I.

"You can call me Wally," he mentioned out of nowhere, "There's no need to bother with the title."

I could? I stayed silent.

"It's what all my friends call me," he added. "It's what my father calls me." He added in.

"Thank you," I managed to squeak out, my voice hoarse from all my crying.

"Thank you, Wally," he amended with a hint of a smile. For a moment, we fell into silence again. Then, "Your father used to make me laugh. At banquets, he would always do silent impressions of Chancellor Lincoln as he pontificated. One time he arranged the food on his plate to look like the chancellor's profile, with the mouth hanging open and the rotund long nose. I saw it before your mother managed to mess it up, and I had to excuse myself from the hall to go outside and laugh."

We were almost back and it started to rain, a few drops of water lightly touched the ground; I could see Mother standing by Father's grave. It seemed as though the crowd had dispersed.

"Where did everyone go?" I asked Wally in surprise, looking around as I saw the last of the carriages to depart.

"They were all leaving as I came to find you," he responded. "Did you want them to stay?" He sounded concerned, as though perhaps he should have made them all stay until I had returned.

My chin jutted out. "No," I said as I shook my head, my ebony locks flying about, "I didn't want anyone to stay." I would have been happy if Mother had left as well.

"I know all about you;" Wally offered, as we continued out walk. "Your cook and my cook meet and gossip in the market every Friday afternoon. Do you know much about me?"

Kami had never mentioned the prince before when she would return from the market. "No. What do you know about me?" I asked him, wondering just what all Kami had spoken of me to the royal cook.

"I have heard that you sing beautifully, I know that you are funny like your father, but perhaps a bit more biting in your style of humor. Once, you reduced Lady Rachel of McKenzie to tears with your sharp wit." I got that from Aunt Morgan.

"She had been screeching at me for the past hour!" I said in my defense, it was true that Lady Rachel and I did not see eye to eye on many topics, it wasn't a secret that if one were to leave us alone in a room together, one would not make it out alive.

"I heard that you were screeching right back at her." He laughed then, but it was not to mock me. It was a good-natured laugh, and it sounded smooth, like freshly churned butter or the sound of a wind chime.

"I also know that you imitated your manservant to his face, and he wasn't sure whether he was the servant or you were. You make up your own faerie tales and you drop things and trip over everything. I know you once broke a whole set of glass dishes."

"I slipped on ice chips!" I cried in my defense.

"Ice chips that you spilt before you slipped on them." He said pointedly, giving off another one of his laughs.

We had arrived at Father's grave, and Mother greeted Wally with an elegant curtsy, eyeing his disheveled, side swept hair with something akin to disdain. She was the same way with Father's messy hair; Father would always laugh and say it was a curse. A curse that I much would rather have preferred myself. Mother would roll her eyes at him in defeat as I let out a little chuckle as she would walk away. Father would give me a triumphant grin that would reduce to fits of laughter.

"My thanks, Your Majesty, for accompanying my daughter." Mother said and the prince replied with a royal bow, his body staying completely straight the whole time.

"Come, Kukihana." She said in a commanding tone, which forced me to an upright pose as I trailed behind her to the carriage

As we said our goodbyes to Prince Wally, I gazed at Father's grave as Mother made her way first, taking a seat on the plush coach seat. I could feel my knees trembling again as I walked toward the carriage and my foot caught on the first step. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around my thin waist and a hand gripped under my elbow. I turned my head and my amethyst eyes met the hazel of Wally's. A gentle smile graced his lips, which I hastily forced myself to look away from due to a mad blush taking over my face. I muttered a "thank you," to him before climbing in, faintly aware of his slight chuckling. As I closed the door I heard a rip sound and Mother's face clenched, I turned around and saw a good six inch rip in my dress. Great, Sonya would never be able to smooth it out. I looked out the window and saw Wally chuckling, and I blushed a deep shade of rogue.

I gazed out the window at him as he waved us off, the signature royal salute, probably as natural to him as breathing. I still felt tremulous as I thought of Father, but there was a new sensation, quiet and deep in the pit of my stomach, that I had never experienced before. I clasped my hands together to stop them from shaking and scooted on the seat, as far away from Mother as I could manage in the limited amount of space.

"It was an outstanding occasion," Mother was saying, as though Father's funeral were some kind of celebration, "All the important people attended."

"It was terrible." I said, a few tears leaking down the side of my face. How could Father's funeral ever be outstanding? How could any funeral be outstanding?

"It seems like you have befriended the prince." Mother said, moving on to a lighter topic. "A great and powerful ally he will become in the future." Mother said, as though I should only have friends so as to have the upper hand in politics, should I ever find myself in a compromising position, being friends with the King would get me out of any trouble I could find myself in. And if Mother were too force me into using that friendship for her own, personal use…well, I didn't want to think of the outcomes that could bring.

"He liked Father." I said simply, thinking back to our conversations and the stories he told me of my father.

Mother pursed her lips and gazed out the window as our carriage rocked into motion. "Your father was a good man. I'm sorry he's dead." She said.

The rest of the ride to the manor house was done in silence.

Wow! These chapter just keep coming! I really hope you all liked it! Thank you for all of your review last chapter! I've been trying to make each chapter about 2,000 words each, I constantly find myself going back into the text and trying to find details where there were little to none. Do not forget, if you review you get a sneak peak at next chapter! And if I like your disclaimer, you get an extra sneak peak! So send in those reviews, please!

Next chapter: We meet some new characters and Kuki is forced to never speak to someone who was as close to her as her Father was, any guesses? Emma, no guessing for you since you know! Hahahaha. Hmmm….what else, I think that is it! Please review!