As the pack set their future arrangements in a place another far grander plan was being set several miles away in the royal winter palace. The eldest son of the king, favored this palace as his home with his wife and son, though while the pack were celebrating it was not so joyous in the palace.

Tucked in the royal bedroom in the west wing of the castle the princess lay sick in her grand bed with her young son cuddling up to her side. She stroked his hair as he peacefully slept against her side. But the peaceful moment ended as the boys' father burst into the room, fuming, startling young prince awake.

"What are you doing in here," the prince shouted at his son, "I thought I told you that you were far to old to still be sleeping with your mother."

"I was lonely," the young boy whimpered, "And didn't want mama to be lonely either."

"Darling please just for tonight," the princess begged her husband. He scowled at his wife and son, but gave into her plea, "Fine. But this is the last night this happens. I will not have my son become weak hearted. You will be king some day and a king cannot rule with a weak hand."

With that he slammed the door to the bedroom shut, shaking the room. Tears welled up in the child princes eyes. His mother hugged him close, moving him to her lap, softly rocking him side to side, "Oh my sweet boy. Always remember my treasure, kindness and compassion is never a sign of weakness.

"But papa says-"

"Your father doesn't realize how to be kind nor the effects it can have on allies and those that serve us."

"Oh right, cause you're always right," the boy giggled up at her.

"And don't you forget it," she chuckled back showing her son's forehead in kisses, making him laugh.

"Alright now get some sleep my pup."

He nodded back to her as he yawned cuddling up to her under the blankets. She kissed his head as he fell asleep.

Not long after, a soft glow came from the rooms balcony, revealing a woman with starlight hair and a flowing earthy green dress.

"Hello Agatha," the princess greeted her with a tired smiled.

"Oh Scarlet," Agatha rushed to her side, tears welling in her eyes, "I came as soon as I heard you were sick."

"It's just a small cold I'll be well in a few days," she replied but started coughing, doing her best not to wake her son.

"Sister, I wish I could share your optimism," Agatha shook her head, "Your body hasn't been as strong as it was before you got the plague. Your magic has even become weaker."

"I'll be fine, sister."

"That's what you said when you married that stone heart man."

Scarlet sighed laying deeper into her pillows, "I'd argue but you're right there."

Agatha rested her hand on her sister's shoulder for comfort, "You tried. There wasn't much else you could have done to change his mind. Why not just cut the lose and come back with us. Everyone will love little Adam."

"I don't doubt that but I've grown attached to the people," she sighed stroking her son's hair as he slept, "I couldn't leave them."

"It'd be best you did. You remember what we've seen what will happen."

"I would rather not. These people don't deserve that fate."

Agatha beamed excitedly, "What of your plan?"

Scarlet shushed her sister as Adam moaned in his sleep at the noise before settling back down to restful sleep.

"Sorry," she whispered back, "What of your plan before Adam was born?"

"What of it? I thought we decided that it would be too much for us. To separate the castle from the physical world to the in-between."

"It would but we can still do it it'll just take some time," she took her sisters hand into hers, "We can get more power from the coven and combined we can complete the spell and possible add more land around it as well."

Scarlet thought for a moment, thinking about how such a spell would have to be prepared and how they would need to build up the staff and residents of the villagers bodies and minds to the type of magic that would surround them. The aid from the coven would allow them to do it but her body wouldn't have the power to do it.

"It could work but my body will most likely won't stand up to such a spell," she looked down at her son. HIs kind heart wouldn't las mush longer under his fathers cruel hand, not to mention what would be his fate if his father continued to push the people as his grandfather is doing.

"I have an idea for that," Agatha nodded to her sister seeming to know her fears before she even spoke them, "It'll take some time along with everything else but I can see to it."

She rested a hand on Adam's cheek, "He won't be without you though he may not be able to see and hear you. And I'll be there to watch him till you can."

"Thank you, Agatha," Scarlet hugged her sister, "How long do you think it'll take?"

"A few years to set up the affected area," Agatha hugged her back as she answered, "Then another few to set the spell into affect."

"Good."

"I'll let the others know about our plan. Now you rest, you'll need all your strength for this."

The two hugged once more before separating. Agatha kissed her sisters forehand before vanishing in a faint light. Scarlet got comfortable beside her son falling asleep soon after. Thus, the pieces were set that would set the paths of many to cross together.

As time went on Luna adapted well to the role of a human wife and mother. Her senses and knowledge of the herbs and plants around them aided her in making soaps, medicine, and paints for Maurices music boxes. Though the villagers whispered about the oddness of the family, they did appreciate Maurices aid in fixing old clocks and tools that were needed for their lively hood, as well as Luna's lovely soaps and dyes.

Fox lived up to his promise, though he couldn't bring down big game like the wolf pack, but he could bring them anything from his travels as brother to Maurice. This worked perfectly in the eyes of the villagers though their hushed whispers grew a bit louder when Luna began to show a growing belly after one of Fox's visits.

All the while Louata had grown accustomed to the whispers and paid no mind to them as she and her sister walked about the market and to the traveling book merchant when he returned to the village, bringing a bit of the outside world to their little village. Belle did her best to ignore the whispers of the village, leaning onto her sisters strength and her books to help escape the haunting whispers. It became easier when their baby sister, Marie, was born, bringing in new light to their world.