Apples, oranges, lettuce, tomatoes, you name it. They all were here. What she was doing there is what Trix did not understand. She felt different, taller and everyone was looking at her, well every woman.
She bit her lips as she contemplated the reason. She suddenly heard a gasp and watched confused as a woman fainted, falling in the arms of her companions.
Just then a thought crossed Trix's mind.
She hesitantly looked at her hand, her masculine hand.
'Please don't be Charming, please don't be Charming, please don't be Charming," she chanted as she rushed to find a mirror. After a minute of senseless searching, she decided to settle for a bucket of water.
Her/his hands gripped the bucket and slowly leaned forward. Her/his heart was going a beat per nanoseconds.
It stilled at the sight before her.
Why- of all the men in the kingdom was she him. The level of awkwardness running through her/his veins was potent. Trix groaned aloud but it sounded more like a growl.
"Tristan," a voice called. Trix was not in the mood for anything that this idiot had to say.
He/she reluctantly turned to his royal stupidness, the prince.
"Yes," he/she answered dryly.
"Which one should I give that blonde over there, looking at the scarfs," he said making a slight gesture with his head. He held a rose and a lily in either hand.
"None," Trix answered curtly, walking passed him.
If she was in Tristan's body, where was Tristan and who was in her body.
"What? Where are you going," the prince said bewildered. Tristan had never spoken to him that way before.
Trix weaved through the bodies and paused when she say a familiar brunette and a blonde. She approached the pair, whilst looking for herself. Suddenly she collided with a small figure. On reflex she immediately caught the person and realized that it was her.
The first thing Trix noticed about herself was her eyes. She had never realized how much they made her stood out, She guessed she never cared what people thought of her.
Ginger blinked up at Trix before her eyes widened.
"Ginger," she said quietly but loud enough for Trix to hear. Trix tilted her/his head to the side.
"Tristan but ho....your like me," she suddenly came to a conclusion.
"Your a storywriter," Tristan said tapping his/her forehead lightly.
"Let me guess, newby."
Trix stuffed her/his hands into his pocket and shrugged. Tristan sighed.
"No wonder things started to go haywire when you showed up."
Trix gasped at his rudeness.
"Well I didn't exactly ask to be here now did I," she retorted.
Tristan shook her head.
"Anyways," Trix started.
"At the end of the day our tasks is the same. Happily ever after: Ella and Charming ending up together," Trix stated placing his hands akimbo.
Tristan shook her head.
"That's not what happily ever means. You can't put two people together and just expect them to work. It has to come naturally, they have to fall in love," Tristan stated.
Trix was a little taken back by Tristan words. She then realized that this was not gonna be easy.
As if on cue Ella suddenly appeared, upset.
"Ginger let's go we are leaving," she suddenly said with an iron grip on Tristan.
"Wait," Trix interjected grabbing ahold of Tristan.
"I would like to see you again," Trix stated slowly making eye contact with Tristan. The eyes were the door to the soul after all.
Ella glanced between the two with confused eyes.
Trix caught and quickly said, "To finish our very important conversation." She ended it with a smile and immediately regretted it. Tristan didn't smile at all.
"When and where," Tristan asked.
Trix mentally tapped herself on the back.
"The royal ball, the Queen is celebrating the return of her first born Eaton," Trix suddenly answered.
'Who the heck is Eaton?'
Ella relaxed a fraction.
"There is a third prince," She asked genuinely intrigued.
Trix nodded her head furiously.
"Ugh, yes."
Tristan rolled her eyes.
"He is real prince who cares about protecting his kingdom rather than other populating it with bastards," Tristan stated gesturing to the prince who was flirting shamelessly with a woman who was twice his age.
"So will you ladies be joining me," Trix asked for assurance.
Ella nodded hugging herself tightly with a reluctant look on her face.
Trix knew that the situation was sticky. Her father her mother and man that she thought was her one was a how. She was for sure skeptical about this new prince.
~~~~Ella had a right to be cautious but for the wrong reason, because while Ginger and Tristan was setting her up with the crown prince, her stepmother and stepsisters were formulating a wicked plan.
A certain chill went through the air, clawing at the ends of a dark coat. Leather boots crunched the fallen leaves of the trees. Tall bold trees loomed above the tall stranger. The figure dressed in black stood, watching, waiting.
At the sounds of chatter the figure tilted his head slightly. His dark pupils with a white Iris, saw three figures tumbling through the trees. For a second he contemplated his choice, but decided that in this case dumb was safer. He also considered that theses women had their own vendetta that just so happens to aline with his.
The women soon draw near and stopped.
"Well do you have it," one of the women, the mother he presumed shakily.
A rythmatic chuckle went through. The ladies did not know whether to be scared of it or fall in love with.
The figure pulled out a black bag from within his coat and tossed it towards the ladies. They all reached to catch it at the same time. None successful catching it. They dropped to the floor in an hopes to be the first to look inside the bag.
Eventually the mother won. Her eyes widened as a bright light from inside the bag illuminated her face. Her daughters joined her.
"Yes, yes, yes," you will get what you want," the mother said nodding her head furiously.
"The princess will be yours by the end of the week."
At those words, the figure disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
Have you ever fallen asleep in a car and woke up in a bed? It was quiet the far opposite in Trix's case, wherein she fell asleep on the smooth, visually clean table of a diner and woke up with a face full of mud. Heavy rain droplets beaten down on her body which was covered by a soaked cloak and the mud around her, splashing a lot of muck on her. She raised her head completely blinded by the mud. Raising her hands to her face and dragging her elbows through the mud she managed to clear her eyesight. She wanted to scream so badly at the sight of tall pine trees looking over her, but didn't want a mouth full of mud. She raised up, on all fours and then sat on her heels. She stared up at the dark sky, hoping for the rain to wash her face but as if by a sick joke; the rain fall became minimal. She furrowed her brow and groaned, through her hood over her head and raising to her feet. She spotted her bag in the mud and grabbed it begrudgingly. She then turned and began trudging through
15 Trix jolted awake, furiously glancing around with wide eyes. She had returned to her bedroom. Everything as far as she could tell was back in place. Her laptop sat open, a few inches away from her. Remnants of the white powder sprinkled over it. Its screen was dark. Trix rubbed at her face, occasionally slapping herself in an attempt to wake up her brain. She was blinking furiously and her mind was processing everything slowly. She was hungover. She grabbed a water bottle sitting on her bed and drank the entire thing. Once she finished her head descended into a swirling mess. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the feeling to go away. Her stomach churned and she felt like throwing up but the vomit never came. "I am never doing drugs again," she promised, holding her now aching head. She took a few moments to read before she decided to check her laptop. It was as she typed her password, she remembered her assignment. She typed faster. She had fallen asleep immediately afte
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"It was the rule if Queen Celeste, the true Queen," Trix voices echoed into the silence as everyone held their breathe. "Queen Celeste was kind and warmhearted but she was also lonely. Yes, there were many suitors at court but the all wanted on thing....power. They didn't care for her or her kingdom, they just wanted the title 'king' added to their names." Trix said her voice loud and clear but her eyes were far away. "There was on suitor in particular, who was determined. More so that he started a war in hopes if forcing the Queen's hand into marriage, seeing that he was politically fit to be king and he was fit to lead an army seeing that he was a general," she said her eyes glazed over. "General Ivor," a faint voice whispered. Trix nodded. "The Queen searched love. The general seeing that decided that the best course of action was to kill her," as the harsh words left her lips, gasps went through the air. A true royal was a person capable o