16 partes Concluida Does every story end in a Happily Ever After?
Let me just start off by saying that when you're a princess, no one ever actually asks you if you wan't to be a princess. You just are. Which sucks.
There are rules. A lot of rules. Always look your best. Always stand up straight. Never walk flat footed. Always be polite. And never, under any circumstances, use sarcasm. Mother added that last rule after I learned to speak.
This was the life I, Genevieve Rosemary Rochester of Chestwood was living. At least, I was until my father grew very, very ill and I was sent on a quest, with some boy I barely knew, clear across the land by my Fairy Godmother to locate ingredients for a potion to heal him. And yes, I have a Fairy Godmother, but more on that later.
So, one shaving of a unicorn's horn.
One chip from the troll's bridge.
And one drop of dragon's blood.
All to be mixed by the land's one and only wizard.
Oh, and did I mention I had to be back with the potion before midnight in three days?
And so, I began my journey with no one but William Porter, a boy whom I had just met, even though I was already betrothed to a jerk of a prince, and my trusty steed, Wesley, who was the closest thing I've ever had to a friend. As you can tell, the odds weren't exactly in our favor, but if it meant saving my father's life, then I'm all for it.
Once upon a time...
