That Cottage in the WoodsAurora watched her children run into the woods again. She should be well used to their thirst for adventure and the fascination they have with exploring- after all both she and Philip held similar feelings in their youth- but she still felt a pang of panic every time they left.
She worried that some event would cost her her children, much like her parents lost her. She loved her children dearly- a boy and a girl- and she often found herself wondering what her childhood would have been like if she was raised by her parents.
She knew where the children were headed, it was a location she herself would frequented- though no one knew. The old cottage where she spent her youth with the fairies became the children's favorite location and, on days they would spend the whole day in the woods, they would scour the land around them- it had not taken long for them to have it decorated to their tastes. If not for the young royals, the little cottage would be sitting alone, neglected.
A Trip to WonderlandShe pulled the blue comforter up to her son's chin, making sure he was nicely tucked in. The four year old stared up at his mother, his large blues eyes mimicking hers. She kissed his forehead and mussed his vivid blond hair.
"Mama, can I hear about wonderland?" The little boy asked his mother innocently, as he did every night. Alice smiled, it had been a very long time since she thought of Wonderland but since she had her son she found herself describing it every day.
"Of course darling," she smiled at her son, who beamed back to her. "It's a wonderful place, being called Wonderland- full of talking flowers, disappearing cats, angry queens, and-"
"The Cheshire cat!" the little boy cut in excitedly. He gripped his plush cat with all his strength, while the resident house cat slept soundly in the living room- having become wary of the little boy's bedtime stories.
"Yes, the cheshire cat!" Alice looked tentatively at her son, whose eyes started to droop and couldn't quite cover his yawn.
Her Family's PortraitShe sat in the chair, her foot tapping the tile impatiently, her slender hand playing with her ornate necklace.
At ten years old, and the heir to her father's thrown, Princess Emilie was no stranger to portraits. She's had informal headshots done per request of her grandfather, a full scale one of her in court dress while surrounded by flowers and puppies, and one of her with her parents- before the twins were born.
Emilie scowled, she loved her younger sisters with all her heart- after all that is what a big sister is for- but she became frustrated when all events had to be adjusted around them. Balls have been rescheduled and more than a few of Emilie's parties were cancelled because either Brigitte was sick or Leonore was misbehaving.
Emilie dearly missed the days where it was simply her, her parents, and all of France of her backyard. She had loved being the only royal child in the castle, the one child everyone had to obey. But once Leonore and Brigitte were born, she found hersel
Rapunzel's Ebony Haired ChildShe swayed back and forth in her ornate rocking chair, her hands resting on her stomach as she felt the baby kick. She held a half-made knit hat on her lap, she intended for it to go to her baby but she still need more practice at it. The recently designed nursery held a red and gray theme throughout, while the large windows leading to a balcony were shaded by sheer black curtains.
The newly crowned princess was still trying to adjust to her knew life. She still wondered if this was all a dream that she would wake up in her tower again or she would still be running from that wolf.
It was hard for her to realize that two years ago she was still living in fear of the witch whom had raised her when she had met her prince and decided to run away with him. Two years ago she incurred the wrath of the witch and, after falling out of the tower, lost her prince. Two years ago she stumbled upon an elderly woman being terrorized by a wolf, befriended a woodsman who slayed said wolf, and met