All characters are owned by George Macdonald except whatever OC's that I manage to come up with, purely fan made and inspired after reading all the great PatG fanfics

The queen of the sun people sat at her vanity as she slowly brushed her hair so that it fell down to her chest in blond locks.

She was dressed in her pale blue night gown, almost ready for bed when she felt her heart thundering against her chest. Today had been a long day, already she had celebrated the first anniversary of her marriage and she was now seventeen.

It had been a grand affair hosted in the most charming of little castles, an almost farm like estate that rested just on side of a large mountain. By now the party had died out and most of the gentry that had attended had escorted themselves out and were now, most likely, leagues away. There had been bright green, yellow and gold streamers held up all around the largest room in the castle, which was most likely a ball room, and the guests were invited to dining in the great hall first and then escorted to the ball for desert and dancing.

The dancing had been the queens favourite for in that she rarely had to engage herself into conversations where she would end up looking ridiculous.

Besides the conversations, which were not all bad, the evening was very exciting and entertaining, the queen especially liked the fact that the celebration was held in the half farm, half castle. The queen was not very use to the grand palaces and the eccentric grounds that she currently lived in with the king for she had been the princess of a very small land and lived in a castle much like the one she was celebrating her anniversary in.

It was a little castle, but it was like a second home and the queen enjoyed the opportunity to sleep there for the night. The king had asked her if she would prefer riding back to the large main castle for the night but the queen politely refused, asking him if they could stay at the small castle instead. The king accepted heartily for in many ways, this castle had been his favourite when he was just a little prince, due to all the adventures he had off the castle grounds, often finding himself searching through the woods and finding little caves that went deep into the mountain. The king had never gone very far or stayed very long in these caves for he knew that it was very important for him to stay safe and a slight disturbance in these tunnels could send them collapsing. He was overjoyed to find that his queen also enjoyed the castle and had made no delays in ordering the preparations for a royal celebration in honour of the queen's and king's anniversary

The whole castle had been prepared for the king and his queen, of course, the walls and ceilings had been scrubbed down by thousands of hands with thousands of brushes before it was fit for the royals and not to mention the amount of work that went into cleaning the floor. Even as the queen brushed her hair in front of her vanity servants of the castle were still cleaning though they had all been very impressed with how the night had gone, particularly because the queen had been singing their praises the entire night.

So yes, to most the celebration had been a monstrous success, however unknown to many, the queen had been slightly on edge the entire night

Even though her love had been with her the entire ordeal not everything had been all butterflies and rainbows, she had to talk to stuffy nobles and what was worse, she could sense the awkward question on everyone's mind.

She, after all, was the king's wife, and she had not yet bared a child, not a single one.

Now questions were circling around everywhere.

Was she barren? Did the king not love her? Was she noble enough to bear his children? Did the king make the right choice when he married the pauper princess from a small kingdom on the outskirts of his land?

Her and her husband's bedroom affairs were practically the gossip of the castle and she was just about ready to pound a fist into the teeth of one of those gossipy duchesses. The queen put a hand to her forehead and winced, 'but what if they're right?' she thought sadly, what if she wasn't good enough to be the king's wife.

Even if the king loved her he still must have heirs to the kingdom.

What if she couldn't provide any? Would he find a mistress? Would she be tossed aside like so many other women unable to have children? Would he no longer love her?

The queen felt dizzy from all the questions rabidly filling her head like an overflowing pot being filled with water.

But before another army of doubts could bombard her mind the queen flinched at the sound of her bedroom door opening "Hello Angelica" smiled a young man who was leaning on the frame of her door.

She blushed, still not use to the king's presence.

He was a whole ten years older than her but she had never noticed it before. The king was a young man of twenty seven with a clean shaven face, blue eyes and soft but short strawberry blond hair. He was beautiful and she was always blushing around him.

He was the king, Gabriel Dallamoor the first and she was his queen, Angelica Dallamoor.

"You looked wonderful tonight" he grinned as he walked to the chair she was sitting on and gently but tenderly rubbed her shoulders. "The Baroness of Wiltshire was very impressed by you. I'm not quite sure if you got a chance to meet her?" She had and bit the bottom of her lip to stop herself from saying anything stupid.

The king noticed her quietness and looked at her face in the mirror as her eyes darted back and forth. She finally realized that he was staring at her through the mirror and again her cheeks flushed red.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked Angelica, slowly letting go of her shoulders and kneeling down beside her to grasp her hands instead.

Angelica could barely look him in the eyes and shook her head, putting on the best fake smile that she could and got up from the chair leading him to the bed.

"Oh, no I feel wonderful" she smiled and threw herself onto the comfy down bed, curling up beside one of the pillows.

The king looked at her with a bit of surprise but sat down on the bed, removing his shoes.

Angelica just stared up at him with bright eyes and an inviting smile, the best one she could muster up which would have turned any man to butter. She noticed his quietness and leaned into him and began to kiss his neck repeatedly, pressing her slight body against his chest, tightly hugging her husband as they both knelt on the bed.

Angelica was as pretty as her name, perhaps even more and what she lacked in money she made up in attraction and wit. Gabriel had been immediately taken with her when they had first met, much like the goblin king with his own bride except the sun king had noticed her at a ball his mother had held for him.

Everything about her made Gabriel fall to pieces but tonight she seemed distracted and unhappy.

"Angelica..." the king whispered again and she stopped kissing him, losing the smile that had been on her face, "What is wrong?"

At first she had no idea how to reply, but became shy once more and turned away from him. "I-I-I just wanted to give you a child." She almost broke down in tears.

"Angel," Gabriel whispered, taking her into his arms, knowing what must have been bothering her that night "you shouldn't listen to those drunken nitwits," he smiled and she choked out a laugh as he said 'nitwits'.

"You deserve a queen that can give you children" she whispered as Gabriel held her gently in his arms and felt the pain in her words, wishing he could hug them away. "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't love a barren queen."

"I can't imagine anyone I would love more than you, my sweet, my angel," he pulled her out of the hug for a moment to hold a finger under her chin and lift gently so that she looked up into his eyes, "I will always love you" he smiled and lifted his hand from her chin to the side of her face, the face of his beautiful, soft hearted and sweet wife, "nothing will ever change my feelings for you, even if I should die."

Angelica's eyes became quite wide, "You mustn't ever say that. I couldn't bear to lose you" she whispered and wrapped her arms tightly around his chest as he laid a hand and stroked her hair back.

"I'm not going anywhere, I shall just lie here with you" he whispered with a smile still playing on his lips and blew out the candle at the side of his bed, "if you don't mind?"

"I don't mind my love." Angelica murmured and felt for his face, kissing his cheek gently as he wrapped strong arms around her. Then both lied down to snuggle into the covers, drifting into a peaceful and quiet sleep.

So this is the royal couple, a few issues but this is how I imagined Irene's father would be as a younger man. If they removed the beard in the movie I could see him being very handsome so I thought 'Hey why not'