The Cursed Princess Club fanfic: The Secret of The Plaid Family

Ch.12

(And welcome back everyone! I'm sure everyone is anxious to see the aftermath of the Black Hound fight. For anyone that wants a refresher on Black Hounds or Hell Hounds, They are basically supernatural creatures that mean death for anyone that sees it. The battle from before was actually inspired by one of the myths about the Hell Hounds; A story about a church that was giving out refuge to people in the depths of a storm. Then A hell hound broke through and killed every one there, leaving behind a smoldering trail of paw prints and charred bodies.

This chapter will contain a lot of angst. Along with some PTSD and panic attacks. Those who are sensitive to these topics proceed with caution.

Also, I tweaked the meditation scene to show a more vivid display of Frederick's current mental state. Its no longer just his younger self in there and Whitney's voice to be kind to some of the residents there only applies to a select few. Once again feel free to comment your theories about what the some parts of the boat represent. Nothing about the design or the aspects is random. Thank you and stay tuned for the next chapter. Now that I'm on break, be prepared for more to come!)

A plump honey bee buzzed about the golden tresses of Maria as she spoke animatedly to her fiance in the Pastel Garden; A courtyard lush with blushing roses and long orchids. They were sitting on a stone bench by some blue bells, Maria's most favored flowers. When she was finished, the young lady sighed as she stared lovingly into Blaine's eyes; The man replying to her dictation with profound and astute solutions to her ease her daily difficulties. This was one of the traits that she admired the most about her future husband though she did wish that he would express his affections in a more.... physical way sometimes. But that was beside the point. There had been something Maria wanted to talk to Blaine ever since Gwen brought it up.  As Blaine trailed off, Maria gently placed her hand on his fingers.

"Blaine, can I ask you something?" she asked.

Blaine smiled softly.

"Of course." He replied.

Maria squeezed his hand and scooted closer to him.

"You've done nothing but listen to me and my problems and... I just think it's only fair that I hear from you for once."

"Good point. As a future couple we must feel comfortable enough to share our feelings with each other. Ask away, Maria. My heart is open only for you ."

Maria's smile grew as she began to nestle her head onto Blaine's chest.

"Well, I've just been wondering how you've been doing ever since.... the ball?"

She felt the muscles in his chest turn to rigid marble. She looked up into his face and saw a flurry of dread before he turned away.

"I- I'm fine. Wh-Why are you asking?"

Maria frowned. "I just wanted to know how you and your family have been copying with everything? At the funeral they were behaving.....-"

"Well? Care to finish that thought?" The man's voice had dropped to a low serious timber. The sudden bass underlined with repressed anger made a shiver go up her spine. She lifted her head from him

"Well, your Dad did turn the service into a rally for his CC unit. He even had a registration booth in the church not even three minutes after the service. And your mother had to use an onion so she could cry."

"Father is very passionate about this issue and wanted to get together as many recruits so that we can eradicate such savage beings. And I'm sorry to tell you that I'm having trouble believing that mother was using an onion to cry fake tears."