A Fiolee Fairytale

Chapter 7: Maid Maleen

*Author's Note*

This is a legitimate story that I think deserves to be publicized. Okay, guys, thank you so much for the votes. The votes are nice. And fionna1856, thank you for voting first. But, like with FioleeFann, I assumed that you would not mind if I gave the dedication to someone else. Thank you all for voting!

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*Fionna's POV*

I don't know this one. If I had to guess, I'd say it was the Ice Queen just messing up my life again. Or trying to publicize this story. The flashback this time explained why Cake and I were locked in a tower for 'seven years'. Why? Because my 'father' decided to lock me in a tower for seven years because I wanted to marry Marshall, not some other guy!

Ugh... so we managed to chip our way out of a stone tower with a butter knife (don't ask, I don't know either) and when we got out, we noticed the entire kingdom had been destroyed, except our tower. Yay, us. We were so hungry, we had to eat nettles. I am not lying, that is what Cake shoved in my mouth when I said I was hungry.

Thanks, Cake. Really, thanks. Luckily, I could still talk and function normally (just go with it) and then we got jobs in Marshall's castle. Oh, no no no. I know what you're thinking. He didn't forget me. He thought I was dead. Isn't that much worse? (Yes, it is.) So, he was going to get married to someone else AGAIN. Except, she is a big part in this story, because she forced me to marry Marshall. (Well... not forced...)

So, on our way to the church, I saw some nettles and shuddered at the memory.
"What's wrong?" Amnesia-Marshall asked.
"Um... just remembering Maid Maleen." I answered. Crap! Why did I say that?!
"How do you know about Maid Maleen?" He asked suspiciously.

"She was trapped in a tower, and her kingdom is gone. Who doesn't know about her?" I replied. Your lack of caring about 'her' is evident because 'she' is still locked in the tower according to what you know (or she's dead) and you don't care- you're just going to marry this other lady.
We went across a bridge, and hit a bump. The words, "I know I'm not the real bride." Slipped out of my mouth.
"What?" Amnesia-Marshall asked curiously.

"Nothing. Just thinking about Maid Maleen... hey, weren't you supposed to marry her?"
"Yeah... I was... you know, you look just like her." He mused.
I shrugged. I don't know, maybe it's because I am Maid Maleen in this story?
This happened one more time, as we were entering the church. The exact same words slipped through as I nearly tripped and fell on my face, and he said, "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were her... but she's dead."

That was my chance!!! But obviously that was not part of the story, as much as I wanted it to be. So, we got married. That's awesome. Then when we got back, the other lady put on a veil and sent me back to the kitchen. Hell no, I'm listening to this for sure! So, Amnesia-Marshall asked her what she said the first time. I didn't say anything! I shuddered at the nettle-bush, I didn't have a conversation with it!

So, she got all flustered, and ran over to me, saying I 'kept her thoughts'. So, I told her (while no one was watching, duh) and told her about the shuddering. Apparently, shuddering is a punishable offense here. This happened two more times, with death threats, etc. Until finally, Amnesia-Marshall lifted up her veil and said, "You're not my bride!"

"Yes I am, I just thought people would make fun of me, so I told my chambermaid to go in my place."
Amnesia-Marshall has awful hearing for a vampire- we sound nothing alike, this other bride and me.
"Yeah... I'm pretty much legally married to her now... so..." Amnesia-Marshall said. "Anyway, send her in."
I could have walked, but nope. I had to be dragged in, like I didn't want to come in of my own free will.

The other bride was then dragged out by the servants, and Amnesia-Marshall and I were alone together.
He walked around me in a circle, assessing me. "At least you're hot."
"Wow, thanks. I can tell this marriage is going to work out extremely well." I snapped.

"Don't be like that." He sighed. "I-"
Some guy rushed in, and said, "Sir! There's a huge hole in the tower!"
"You mean because Maid Maleen actually escaped or was kidnapped?" I asked. Now that would be interesting, if someone had taken me off everyone's hands to... ransom a penniless princess? I don't know. 
"Yeah. I'm going now." He said, leaving me alone with Amnesia-Marshall.

He studied me carefully, before saying, "Is it you...?"
"You won't believe me if I say I am, or if I'm not. Either way, you won't believe me."
"It looks like you. It sounds like you. It talks like you."
"'It' doesn't like being referred to as 'it'." I responded.

He grinned. "It is you."
"I thought we just went over th-" I was cut off by a kiss, which I then deepened. Then everything started fading. Not like the usual story transitions, more like I was waking up from something. Oh thank Glob, I'm finally getting out of the fairytales! Wait... but what about Marshall and I...?