Narration:
As the next morning came up, decisions of a 'well deserved visit' was decided. The three fairies, or should we say three stepmothers were all fast asleep in there heartless dreams. As the sun began to rise, the distance between the king and their cottage became smaller. The king knew his child was nothing but a beast, but in the end he was a father, and had some sort of love towards her. When the king arrived our three step-mothers were still in a deep sleep, but that changed rather quickly.
The king jumped off of the horse, and landed on the dirt ground; his long cape dragging on the earth's surface behind him. He wore armor, as much as he loved his daughter, he still didn't trust her . . . form of species. His fist hit hard against the wooden door, and all three step-mothers had fallen onto the floor - out of their beds. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Merrywether screamed out furiously. She hustled to the door, attempting to fix herself up a bit at the same time before she had to open it. Merrywether looked hideous that morning, and it didn't help that she drooled in her sleep, or was angry; which only made her look older. Now that I think if it, they all looked worse than Aurora before her blessing.
When Merrywether opened the door, the King they both jolted back in fear of one another. Merrywether slammed herself to the ground; bowing to the king. And the king looked away, praying that he wouldn't have any long term nightmares of Merrywether, or any of the other fairies. "Go wash yourselves off, and powder your faces! Then I will enter the primacies" The king couldn't have spoken his words any faster. All three stepmothers ran around the house like fools, attempting to follow the King's orders as quickly as possible. Merrywether came up to the door again, with face much more acceptable, and invited him in. "Some tea?" All three of the step-mother asked, which pissed them all off - Merrywether the most.
All three of them hurdled into the kitchen, and began whispering to each other; the king looked at them, but thought nothing of it. "Why is he here?" Knotgrass asked, she was on the verge fainting. Merrywether slapped knotgrass, and both her and Thiswit gasped in aw. "Oh shut up the both of you." he stared between the two of them. She began to put the kettle on to boil the water. "I know why he's here." Merrywether spoke out in a stressed tone, as she made the tea for the king. "Well - what does he want?" Thiswit spoke out gracefully, she was the shy one. "To thank us. For the burden we took off his hands." Merrywether smiled and put her head up high to serve her King.
The three step-mothers came up, one behind the other and sat across from the king; Merrywether serving the tea of course. "So, I came here to see my daughter." After those words, each of the step-mother's faces sunk. "What?" Knotgrass, asked, she looked as if she was going to drop her tea. Thiswit began to laugh in a nervous state. "well your Kingliness, technically she isn't your daughter at all, why on earth would you want to see her?" Thiswit strained to swallow the saliva storing in her mouth, beads of sweat began to pour down her face. "Either way, she is the daughter of my queen-" The King spoke out defensibly towards them all. "You killed your Queen, so obviously the relationship wasn't going to well." The king stared Thiswit down. "Just saying sir." Thiswit's voice got quieter for each word she spoke. "I loved my Queen, but she didn't love me back. Although the child was born under my name, there for she is mine. Where. Is. My. Daughter?" The king tilted his head, as if he were challenging them all.
Both Knotgrass, and Thiswit locked away, but Merrywether smiled at the King, as if she knew exactly what she was doing, but lets not fool ourselves here, we all know that all three of them are stupid mothers with wings. "You majesty, Aurora isn't here." She spoke with pride. "Where is she?" The king was calm, but he was beginning to get pissed off. "She ran away, she didn't understand why she was like she was." Merrywether shot out a shrug and a calm glare at the King, as if it were no big deal. But the King thought otherwise. He stood up, flipping the table and everything else that was on it. All three stepmothers his away for cover. "You speak to me as if this is nothing. That is my daughter," he screamed out looked down at them. "Step" Merrywether corrected him; she really was the biggest idiot of them all. "I want you to get her back, because she was placed under your responsibility, and if she isn't here with seven days, I assure you, you'll be meeting the same fate as my Queen." He stormed off, and rod on his horse.
"I apologize for my language but . . . shit." Thiswit spoke out, as she stared at the king disappearing from their view on his horse with his men. "Yes I do believe it's a good time to say, 'we're screwed.'" Knotgrass spoke out, but not in any confidence. "We need to find that girl, before we die ourselves." Merrywether marched upstairs to pack some bags, and the other two followed her example. "We're going hunting." Merrywether said with a smile on her face, but we all know that this wasn't going to go too well.