E. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A/n I will continue this in Meryton com. On Aha stories. My name there is Glorip. An interim move while I populate my site. Much love-

Last time…

"Tell me about John." I want to know, so I ask, still admiring the new Anne. Whereas she wasn't ugly before, she now looks comely, radiant. I guess being with child suits her.

"John is a good quiet man. He was in Eaton until his father died; he's older than you. His father was hoodwinked by an acquaintance and invested all he had in a fake venture. John is in London; he has made a fortune in imports as an associate of Mr. Gardiner. He has paid his father's debts and rescued his mother and young siblings. He is really a good man. We have been married for 20 months, not two years. I want to make it difficult for my mother to figure out when and who helped. So, when my mother gives me my dowry, I will invest it in John's business."Anne tells us.

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Chapter 3

A cunning cousin, siblings, and sisters

"Which Gardiner?" Lizzie asks Anne.

"He is from Cheapside and has a warehouse with goods from India. He is married to the former Miss Eberly, from Lambdon, near Pemberley; George knew her. I talked to George a few years ago when John wanted to enter commerce. George remembered about Miss Eberly marrying someone who owned a warehouse and found her address. George has helped us a lot." Anne answers. "I liked George for a while, and he is a gentleman even if my mother hates him. Then she hates everyone. My uncle says he heard her mother was like her." Anne tells us.

"Oh, Mr. Gardiner is my uncle." When Lizzie responds, I grin from ear to ear. This news constitutes a double affront for my Aunt whenever she finds out. Lizzie's relatives are everywhere.

"I know the Eberly family; honest and reliable, very good people. Of course, George also knew them." I love this. Just punishment for offending my to-be bride. "But how could you marry without my aunt finding out?" I ask my newly-found devious cousin. Everyone will admire her.

"I sent George an express. John got the license, and George helped us to publish the bans in a remote area for the minimum time possible, so my mother wouldn't stop us. We didn't want a special license or anything to alert my mother, per George's advice. Finally, with Suzy's help, we married; she is more than my maid. She is a good friend. I grew up with her. I don't care what my mother says. Suzy can read, write, and more." Anne means her lady's maid. She holds Suzy's hand, and she smiles at Anne. I can see their affection.

"So I went shopping with Suzy the day my mother visited my uncle. Not shopping, but we went to meet John. That day George married us. It was lovely; Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, our witnesses, had a magnificent breakfast for us. John's friends were there; what a beautiful day. Your aunt gave me an exquisite silk gown for my wedding dress." Anne smiles, remembering, as she takes off her glove to show us a tasteful and pretty diamond and ruby wedding band.

I guess Anne is stronger and braver than we thought. Hmm, Anne is wearing a wedding ring right under her mother's nose. My cousins will enjoy this tale. I guess my uncle and aunt will also; my aunt doesn't like aunt Catherine.

I laugh, imagining when Aunt Catherine finds out that George, Suzy, and Lizzie's relatives helped Anne to marry the man she loves. To top it all, George helped John to meet Mr. Gardiner. Nobody deserves this more than Aunt Catherine. As Fi says, pride is not good. I hear his snickers; he enjoys this as much as I do. He despises my aunt, calling her a dark fairy. Fi has been scared of dark fairies since I first read him children's stories with them. Now, they are his favorite. Well, according to him, there are many dark fairies; I love my clever tiny son.

Lizzie says, "What a romantic tale; I must say you are brave." I agree with the latter.

Finally, we are at my townhouse; Lizzie keeps going to her uncle's house, who let us not forget, happens to be John's partner. Lizzie, Suzy, the one clever Anne, decided she was no longer a maid but would be her companion, and Anne stay in the carriage. How delightful, I snicker as soon I am outside the carriage. I explain what happened to my alleged brother, who joins Fi and me in the laughter. I cannot wait to relate the tale to my family.

Now I must ask, "How is it that only six weeks have passed? Here nearly 20 years have passed. I mean from the time Fi was born."

"Yes, I guess time goes fast here. We don't age once we are adults. As for you, we made you young. We had to; you are the heir, and our uncle wanted to kill you because you were born with the king's magic. His wife, our surviving father's second wife, has been working with our uncle, her lover, all along. We guess he murdered our parents, one by one, the three of them, murderous beast, leaving us orphans. He killed his older twin brothers, hard to believe it, after they spoiled him rotten." He stops to calm himself, seemingly agitated.

"Our dear evil uncle knew nobody would let him rule as long as you lived. Only our parents and us children knew you had the king's magic until they found out; I think I know how they found out. Zia's, never mind, I will tell you later." He wipes a few angry tears. "I wish we could get rid of them. I have killed in battle, we all have, though not out of anger, but I am willing to make an exception." He is quiet for a few minutes until he looks at me.

"Where is Kjye? Is he still with you? His parents are unhappy. We told them you would be back in a week or so. I guess we forgot times move differently here. They were worried since the child Kjy took his place was murdered by either the mother or the father."

"Who is Ky?" I cannot pronounce the name. No matter, I try to think; his name is dangling from a memory thread.

"I think his name is George. You see, George Darcy is related to us, our mother's cousin. But his mother married a mortal after her husband was killed and stayed in this world after she married a friend of her cousin's husband. She brought her young son with her. It is a long, sad story. George Darcy didn't die. He is back. He loves you like a son and misses you. He accepted you when his son was found dead in his crib. Maybe murdered, like his mother, her cousin, and your mother." He takes a deep breath and continues.

"Unfortunately, the royal families have many enemies. We knew our beautiful stepmother hated you, so our uncle plotted with her. First, they killed our mother, then our father, the king, then our other father. We are orphans because of them, our stepmother and her lover, our uncle. Presently they are hiding. So now, you must come to take your place. Not to worry, you could stay here some years; it will be relative." After he finishes, he sits on my shoulder, looking at me.

"But I love her, my Lizzie. I cannot leave her." I wring my hands. My heart aches, thinking I might have to leave her.

"You can gift her after you are married. Make blood vows, and your King Magic will make it possible." He explains. "She won't be exactly like us, but close."

Fi looks doubtful, "Is my mother's husband there?" He seems troubled; I wonder why.

"Of course, he is there, waiting for you." My alleged brother answers.

Fi makes an awful face. "Hmm, maybe I like it here better." I am not sure what is going thru his head. I raise my eyebrow, but he avoids looking at me.

"And Kjy, his parents are sad." My so-called brother insists.

Fi knows, "Kjy is George. He almost was killed by his nasty parents; he was badly beaten daily."

"Oh no, his parents cannot find out. They didn't like the ones who would be George's parents. His father is your advisor, also of royal blood. They are rich and influential. Where is he? His fiancee is waiting. The wedding is soon; she is scared something happened to him." My brother looks worried. Fi shouldn't have said anything. "I better see him." He says.

"I don't remember where he is, but we can find him," I promise.

"You need the potion." My maybe brother pulls out a flask from his satchel.

"Can you be big?" I want to know.

"Ah, yes," he says, and he is my size; he also loses the wings and looks like my younger brother, around 19, but with bright yellow eyes. Then he touches Fi, who also looks like me but with green hair and purple eyes. Looking at Fi's hair, my brother laughs and changes his hair to my auburn-colored hair. I drink the flask and wait.

Fi runs to the mirror. "I like this. I am a giant. Daddy, look at me. I look like you. I like it."

My brother guffaws, "Zia will not like you stole her son." He goes to Fi and hugs him tightly. "I love it; I have a nephew," he dances a jig, "and a handsome lad he is…" he sings while Fi laughs and applauds.

I guess he is my brother, but how?

"Let's say you are a cousin from America," I suggest. Hmm, looking at Fi, I know what to do.

"Wait, is Georgie like us? Georgina Darcy, I mean, my sister." I wonder.

"Probably, but she wouldn't know. I can only hope." My brother says.

"Come for two days or so, and take over. How old are you now?" He asks.

"I am 28 years old. Why?" Hmm, I think maybe I could go.

"Where we come from, that must be around weeks. So you could be here for 28 more years easily. Maybe you could come for a couple of days every so often. You can tell your wife after you are married and gift her. She won't be exactly like us, as I said, but her life will be long. When she has babies, she must be attended to by one of us. And you will make the babies look human and grow like one of them. Now, let's go to get our sister." My brother tells me to hold his hand. Fi holds my hand and I notice Fi's hand is cold. He is acting odd. I look at him, and he looks away from me.

An Angry Sister

"Think of where she is at." He tells me, then we travel thru Fairy ways and arrive at Pemberley. We go straight to the basement and into the ice storage room. I move the stone, pull the ivory box and open it. Inside we find the tiny blue fairy frozen like an icicle.

Poor Fi, he is crying, looking at his mother. My brother points his hand, and a bright light appears, melting the ice quickly.

She sits, blink, and says, "Where am I? Who am I?" She can't remember. But after my brother touches her and she looks at Fi, she recalls. "Oh, are you Fi? My baby is such a big boy. My beautiful son, let's go to see your father. She runs to hold him. "What is happening; what is wrong?" She asks when Fi backs away from her.

"Daddy, tell her I am your son." He hides behind me, sticking his head out to look at his mother.

Zia looks very cross. She knows what is happening, "Have your own babies. Fi is mine."

I am quiet as a mouse. This isn't good.

"Maybe so, but he was my daddy first." Fi stands half behind me, holding onto my arm firmly and crying. My brother is making it harder by laughing and holding his stomach. I remember him well now, a troublemaker. He fights with Zia often. Why? Ah, I remember he doesn't like her husband, neither do I. Thinking about Fi's father, makes it worse, makes me worry because I don't trust him.

"Zia, wait, drink this. It will last a little while. You will be the right height when you leave." He gives our sister a flask, and she drinks it.

She is now big. Her hair is also green. She is a beauty, an angry one since little red sparks fly around her. she dressed a little like my brother, wearing very fancy embroidered trousers way over her knee, mid-calf boots with intricate designs, no socks, and a vest. Her blouse is made of clear silk with nothing under it, only covering her bosoms. She has a glowing star on her neck and a headband of gleaming jewels. I remember, she is wearing modest travel clothes. Some could be scandalized looking at her clothes, how different we are.

Fi cries when she wants to leave with him, "Enough of this nonsense; son, let's go right now; come and hold my hand."

"Go alone. I stay with my daddy." Fi sounds final and defiant.

"No, you come home with me. Your father will be angry if you stay. You are a baby." She is furious; stinging sparks fall on me, on the three of us. I remember we are only tiny babies for a day because if something happens to our mother, we must survive. We must fly in case of danger. So, I am certain George Darcy did something to Georgie.

Fi starts hollering, sticking to my side; I try to comfort him, and I wrap my arm around him. He is sobbing, calling her a thief, and saying he isn't going with her. He also says that maybe she is not his mother. I am unable to speak. I should have known my sister would want Fi.

I want to take Fi far away from here. What will I do without my son? He is my conscience; he teaches me to be a better person. Besides, I love him more than life itself.

A/n Poor Darcy. He is in a bad spot.