It had been almost two years since Princess Harriet left the castle to adopt her new identity as Miss Edda, the young magician. She hadn't expected anyone to really care, and for those two years, no one really did.
Nothing lasts forever though.
An R...
Harriet could barely control her panicked breaths as the broken metal toy soldier hung limply in her hand. She hadn't meant to do it! She hadn't realised how frail the waist really was! Until it was too late...She had to do something! She had to fix it! If he saw it like this he would-
She felt herself tense up, but then strangely relax as a odd, foreign, and warm sensation lingered over her body. Making her feel strangely calm...
"You broke him, didn't you." A cold voice made her immediately tense again, and she shakily turned to look at the shape of her brother standing a few feet away from her, blocking the light from the crystal chandelier.
His cold eyes looked at her with barely contained rage as he took one step closer to him. And then the shapes of the rest of her family joined him, grabbing a hold of his shoulders.
"You can't be too mad," her mother whispered, "the girl is too stupid to know better, she probably doesn't even know why or that it's broken."
"It was probably one of the staff that put her up to this!" her sister hissed "She's so easily influenced, this is why I said we need to keep an eye on who we let her talk to!"
"She'll get her punishment soon enough," her father muttered sternly "She can hardly break any more of your things if she's locked up in her room."
Harriet tried to put distance between her and her family, and for a moment it felt like it had almost worked. Warmth lingering on her body. But then she felt her brothers glare pierce through her body once again.
"They're all blind," her brother said as the rest of the family around him melted away, "but I can see what you really are." He started growing in size, threatening to throw a dark shadow over her entire body.
"A cruel unfeeling monster."
As he spoke the shape of two lions came up from behind him.
"That can feel neither guild, nor regret."
The lions pounced, their metal plates glistening dangerously as their jaws opened wide and their metallic claws unsheathed.
And then.
Warmth.
In the blink of an eye the lions was cut in twain, the halves melting as they were suspended in midair, splashing into small puddles onto the marble floor. Disappearing, along with the shadowy shape of her brother.
A gentle hand touched her shoulder.
"Are you alright Edda?"
Edda looked over her shoulder at Arthur who smiled sweetly at her, his soft eyes looking at her with pure adoration.
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"Y-yes." She felt her heart pick up speed as she stuttered out her reply. "You're here after all."
He grinned at her and pulled her into a warm hug, which she eagerly returned, slowly rubbing her back as he mumbled kind and reassuring words into her ear. It was strange, his body feeling way larger then she expected, but she couldn't really bring herself to care about that as she leaned into his shoulder and closed her eyes.
