20 years after The Last Ever After (SGE)

Chapter two: A Castle's Dubious Princess

  To enter the palace of Camelot, it was a big deal. Even, if you were royalty. Then again, the family didn't usually leave the palace. (Except for royal duties, of course) So just to enter, the drawbridge must be brought down, footmen must pull open the door and trumpet's must play. Agatha hated the trumpets, so did Arthur, while Tristan and Tedros enjoyed them. Callis always screamed at who ever was playing them, even if it wasn't "Princess like". So, as the trumpets played, the draw bridge lowered, and the doors opened the family rung with words at the new Genevieve. Who, it seemed everyone loved. Except Callis. She found her odious. "She's so PINK" Callis told Agatha on the way to Camelot from the flower grounds. "Of course she is, she's a princess!" Agatha answered. "But.. so am I? And I'm perfectly normal" Callis answered, her crystal blue eyes glaring at Genevieve. All Agatha could do was laugh.
The carriage finished it's way into the front room, where the family slid off, the maid's cowered as they approached Tristan, who had a bad reputation towards the black and white clothed women. Tedros rung with laughter as he left toward's his office, adviser by his side. Agatha looked around.
"Wai- TEDROS. IT'S- UUUUGGGGGGGGGGH!!!" Agatha rushed after him, the children left with each other. "W-where are we staying?" Genevieve asked face pale at the sight of the castle. Callis giggled, "What's wrong Genevieve, the castle too small?" Callis had seen the Foxwood castle it was almost three time's larger then Camelots, and Camelot's was almost 50,000 square feet. Genevieve's hand went cold, her stare went to Callis. For a moment she looked almost demon like... and evil.. her face slipped back to her perfect princess. A fluke?
"It's just so beautiful" she gulped glancing at Tristan to check he had seen her moment. He gave her a warm smile before pulling her arm towards the left wing. She giggled before glancing over at Callis and giving her a quick withering glare. "You can call me Gen" she said in her bubbly airy voice. Callis frowned before following her mother's footsteps on the velvet carpet into the right wing. Arthur by her side pulling at her skirt.