Journal of a King

Journal Entry 152: Good Thing I Ended Up with You Anyways

**Note: oh my gosh this took a long time to make, and I'm very sorry for the wait. I just couldn't get the setting of the story right, but it finally came together. I don't remember if Sabrina had been turned into an Everafter when I say she has, but for the sake of the story, I guess just roll with it? Anyways, thanks for being patient. Insert disclaimer here.**

It's a Saturday morning when I wake up and wander into the kitchen for something to eat. I hope Sabrina's making something good. I see her stirring something in a bowl with a wooden spoon, and at the sight of the griddle, I really hope it's pancakes.

I haven't said anything, but she senses my presence and turns around anyways.

"Hi, stinkpot," she says, abandoning her cooking for a moment to walk to where I'm standing. She stands on her tip toes and gives me a shy peck on the lips.

I say good morning back, but when she kissed me like that, all I can really think about is back to the time when Sabrina and I had the discussion of why the idea of us marrying each other was so troubling and, quite frankly, terrifying.

We'd both shared our own individual and unique reasons for avoiding a future together, but back then we'd been so dead-set against the very thought of walking down that aisle hand in hand, so stubborn in our own points of view, that we'd refused to consider that the possibility still stood. While our reasons sounded legitimate to our pre-teen selves, they truly were just poor excuses. If we somehow did end up marrying each other, our senseless worries would be nothing we couldn't deal with as a team, but we hadn't known that then. Or maybe we did and just didn't want to face the truth.

Anyways, the conversation started before the Everafter War took place, and right after Henry had turned his family around from making their big break out of Ferryport. When I had said to Sabrina that she should be thanking me for convincing her father to stay so she could kick some Scarlet Hand butt, she had pointed out that it was her mother who did the convincing. While I had to admit that Veronica had indeed done much of the influencing, I had made some good points, including the logic that Sabrina needed to save the world because the mirrors had prophesized she would.

At that, Sabrina had lost her cool and started griping about how she was too young to be experiencing everything she had gone through in the last year.

"I'm twelve years old, for crying out loud!" she had said while pressing her lips into a thin line.

I had shrugged. "So?"

"You don't get it, Puck. You've been twelve for like a millennia; you're used to all this. Me, though? I shouldn't be planning on how to defeat a bunch of fairy-tale creatures. I shouldn't have to worry about getting an evil mirror spirit out of the grandmother I didn't even know I had until this past year. I didn't sign up for the opportunity to worry about my parents never waking up, to be terrified that Canis would snap at any second, to deal with a mentally-insane Red Riding Hood. What twelve year-old has to run from the giant from Jack and the Bean Stalk or gets poisoned by a deranged, jealous fairy? I didn't sign up to have to steal the Vorpal Blade from the Little Mermaid. I never asked to be driven around by Rip Van Wrinkle. And I certainly shouldn't have been used by the school councilor of Ferryport Middle to help blow down an invisible barrier!"

She had plopped down onto a bench and refused to agree with me after I had pointed out that after the war was over, she could go back to her normal, boring life. "Not if you're involved," she had muttered bitterly.

"Well of course not!" I had grinned as if I had won the lottery. "As long as I'm around, you can count on your life being as miserable as I can make it!"