I would be very lucky to find either of them. Father was busy making laws, fighting wars, and being a rather lousy diplomat. Mother was busy finding eligible princes who would need to wake me from my enchanted slumber. They both had been avoiding me, and I'm not sure if they were feeling guilty or if it was simply too painful to see me. Their only heir, both blessed and cursed by fey was to be taken from them.
Father stood at a table covered in maps. Dark blue robes, covered his imposing figure. His voice hoarse and quavering, echoed through the room.
"Hang the court, Edward. We need to think strategically and throwing parties is not strategic." He threw a small dragon figurine at his impeccably dressed adviser.
The poor man didn't even blink, proving that this was a daily occurrence.
All of this I already knew, we had been at war with the fey all my life. I was the catalyst. My birth brought about the end of a golden age. The maids had told me stories. Glorious stories of golden trees, magic, and dragons. A time when the impossible had in fact seem entirely possible.
Then I came, and as it would happen carried the last trace of that magic. it just happened to be tangled up with a curse.
The troll bridge had been one of our favorite spots to play when we were younger. It was small with peeling white boards and was the connection between two of our fruit gardens. Aden had convinced me that there was a troll living under it, that would turn me into one if I ever dared to cross it. So of course I had to prove him wrong by clomping over it, with all the false bravado a six year old could muster. I gained his respect and he gained my companionship.
I twisted and looked down into the inky darkness below me. It was cold and unwelcoming, but a small part of me wanted to let go of the wall and plunge into it. I don't want to be scared of the unknown any more. If I stayed I would never leave, and that scared me more than leaving.
I stared at the fallen guard, "Are you bloody mad?"
Aden replaced the stopper, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You got out, then."
"I'm here aren't I." I said, he was such an exasperating toad.
I smoothed the skirt, "I am aware, it happened to be all I had."
"That's what I get for taking a princess," he mused.
He put his finger, to his smiling mouth, and crept onto the creaking bridge. He set the chocolate in the middle, and dashed back, and all but hid behind me.
I rolled my eyes at him, but still found myself whispering, "What did you do that for?"
His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, "For the Trolls." He whispered.
For once I wasn't feeling reassured, I was terrified. I could run home and await my demise, or I could purpose to change it. I grabbed his hand, a hand that had held mine through many lighthearted romps and invented games. It was different now, the stakes were high. We were no longer dueling with imaginary foes. My life was being taken from me, and I wanted it back.
"She's a royal," It spat at Aden. Somehow managing to look even more menacing than before.
"I didn't know that would be a problem for you, Gorge." Aden said, looking almost contrite.
Gorge hissed again, "She is the cursed one. She is not just a royal, she is a death sentence."