"My sweet daughter! You are truly brilliant!" The Good King exclaimed as he held up his gift. Raven and her father sat in an over stuffed lounge in a small sitting room, a plate of treats in between them. The room was in the highest tower of the castle. It had a high ceiling, wine red carpet and there was fireplace lit and roaring in front of them. It also opened up to a balcony that Raven and her father used to star gaze on.

Raven swallowed the bite of sandwich she was chewing on and smiled. "I know you love collecting artefacts like these. The dealer said it was dug up from the battle field where the first Troll War was fought."

"Brilliant." Her father muttered and continued to examine his gift. Inside the long black box Raven had brought with her, was a long, damaged (but still intact) arrow. It was strange. Despite his name, Raven's father loved collecting old war weapons and artefacts. Maybe it was the fact that her father had not came from a generation that had any great wars. Maybe it was because he liked seeing things that were once used for evil become useless as display trinkets.

"You know me well daughter." The Good King said, and watched how his daughter's smile lit up the room more than any kind of light could.

Raven's smile disappeared when her father set down the gift, his face turned serious. "Dad, is something wrong?"

He looked up. "Raven . . . do you remember when I sent you that letter? The letter explaining how proud I was of you, when you refused your destiny on Legacy day?"

Raven's heart sunk into her stomach. "Yes, Father, I remember." Raven looked down. "You're taking it back, aren't you?"

"What?"

"What you said, about how you were proud of me." Raven spoke, not meeting her father's eyes. "You're reconsidering, you do think I made the wrong decision."

"What!? No!" The Good King waved her words away with alarm.

Raven's head shot up.

"My dear, that's not what I was going to say at all!" He sighed and stood. "Walk with me, darling."

Raven took her father's hand as he led her to the balcony. The night breeze was cold, and the lights that sparkled below and across twinkled with a visible warmth.

"Tell me, daughter, what do you see?" Raven listened to her father's words, and looked.

From the balcony, she could see the stretch of villages and the great border of forest that separated her father's kingdom and the one of which Snow White and King Charming ruled. Even more in the distance, farther to the left she could just spot the little glow of the town of Book End, where Ever After High resided.

She looked left and right, and below her. She could see the towns and villages that her father ruled. Her father's Kingdom was the largest in the land, much larger than Snow White's. He ruled over most of the West; no wonder the Evil Queen chose him.

"I see the Land of Ever After." Raven spoke.

"Yes, but what else do you see?" The king motioned to the land closest around them. Raven could see the villagers that resided in the Good Kingdom. Villagers were everywhere, closing up their shops and bidding farewells to their friends.

The princess looked to her father. "I see our people."

"Yes, our people." He signed. "Raven, I'm getting older."

Raven's eyes widened and she laughed a little. "Dad! Your not that old!"

"But the point is, Raven, is that sooner or later, I won't be able to rule anymore."

Raven blinked. "W-wait . . . you don't mean-"

"Yes, I've picked my successor." The Good King turned to his daughter and gave her a great smile. "You."

Raven felt faint, she became so light headed from the shock that she needed to hold onto the balcony railing to keep herself from falling to the floor. That was never the plan, she was never supposed to be the future ruler of her father's Kingdom. When she had yet to sign the Book of Legends, she knew the only way she would ever be a Queen was when she married into a family and took over its Kingdom. But her father actually pointing her his heir, his crown princess? "Me? Are you sure, Dad? I mean, their are so many over people more capable. Like one of your younger advisers, or-"

"Raven, darling daughter." Her father spoke and took a hold of her shoulders, steadying her. "Right from the start, you were my heir. I've watched you grow into a strong, responsible and kind young woman, Raven, and I've never doubted that you'd make a fine ruler one day."

"But me? Queen?" The title 'The Evil Queen' rang through Raven's mind.

"Yes, a Queen." The Good King informed. "You know the people Raven, they know you are not your mother, they see the goodness in you heart. If you are crowned they will see nothing but good. The beautiful Good Queen of the Good Kingdom."

"The Good Queen . . ." Raven murmured. She refused to follow her destiny on Legacy day, but to actually become a Queen that people would follow? The Good Queen, she loved the sound of that.

"If, of course, you accept." The Good King reassured. "Now that you are no longer bound to a destiny, the choice is yours."

Raven looked out into the land. The people below, so peaceful and happy. Could she really be a good ruler? The lights twinkled in the distance and for a moment the princess forgot all her inhibitions.

Raven turned to her father with a great smile on her face, and her eyes twinkled with hope in the village lights. "I'll do it."

AN: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! I've been so busy lately, but I took some time to give you this chapter! Don't worry, I'll get started on writing the next one soon!

So with concerns about Raven's family, I'm just going to say that Raven isn't related to Snow White and Apple, though that would make for good drama, it's easier to write the story if they weren't related. Plus I'm sure the the events in this chapter will cause quite a stir itself *evil finger tapping*.

So thank you for being patiant and sorry for any mistakes! I wrote this in a rush. R&R!