Once Upon A time - season 1

What happened to frederick

The Enchanted Forest, Road outside a Castle.

Princess Abigail sat poised, her heart a flurry of emotions inside the carriage. The carriage came to a gentle halt before the imposing gates of the palace, where a line of palace guards stood in immaculate formation, their armor glinting in the fading light. As the door swung open, Abigail stepped down, her gown of rich emerald silk swirling around her like a cloak of nature itself. The light danced upon her, accentuating her delicate features and the sparkle in her eyes. She took a steadying breath, gathering her courage as she stepped onto the palace grounds.

King George stood before her, regal and commanding, his presence radiating authority. A warm smile broke across his face as he approached, his eyes twinkling with genuine admiration. "Princess Abigail," he greeted, his voice rich and resonant. "Your beauty grows with each passing day. It is an honor to have you join my family."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Abigail replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. She curtsied gracefully, feeling the weight of tradition and expectation settle upon her shoulders.

Suddenly, the air was pierced by the thunderous sound of hooves as the cavalry charged away, a flurry of activity and excitement. One of the guards barked a command, "Let's go!" before galloping off into the distance, their silhouettes melding into the twilight.

Abigail turned to King George, concern etched across her brow. "Is everything okay?" she asked, sensing an undercurrent of urgency.

"Just the excitement of the royal wedding," King George reassured her, though his eyes were clouded with a hint of worry. "We want to ensure the safety of our guests." With a respectful bow, he turned to a nearby guard, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Find him," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for doubt. The guard nodded briskly, disappearing into the shadows of the palace, leaving Abigail alone with the king, the weight of the impending celebration pressing heavier upon them both.

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The Enchanted Forest, Road.

In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, where the sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy of leaves, Prince Charming emerged like a bolt of lightning from a thicket of ancient trees. His chestnut stallion thundered beneath him, hooves pounding against the ground as he urged the beast onward. "Hyah!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the woods, filled with determination and urgency.

As if summoned by his presence, a contingent of guards burst forth from the underbrush, their horses snorting and stamping as they raced after him. The clattering of armor and the sound of galloping hooves filled the air, a cacophony of pursuit. One of the guards, determined to bring him down, raised a crossbow, aiming carefully before releasing a bolt that whistled through the air. With a fierce grunt, Prince Charming leaned forward, his heart racing, as he spotted a fallen tree blocking his path. In a swift, practiced motion, he guided his stallion into a powerful leap, clearing the obstacle with ease. Behind him, the guards faltered, their mounts unable to match the prince's daring maneuver. "Go around! Go!" one guard shouted, frustration palpable in his voice as he reined in his horse, the others following suit. They veered off the path, seeking an alternative route, but as they reached the other side of the fallen tree, Prince Charming vanished into the depths of the forest.

"Split up!" the guard commanded, urgency in his tone as they scattered, searching the undergrowth for any sign of the elusive prince. Meanwhile, Prince Charming, quick and cunning, had already dismounted and slipped silently off the road, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the trees. Peering around, he watched as the guards took both forks of the path, their figures growing smaller and smaller until they disappeared from view. Just as relief washed over him, he felt a sudden shift in the air. In an instant, two men cloaked in deep purple emerged from the shadows, moving with the stealth of panthers. Before he could react, they closed in, capturing him with deft precision.