CHAPTER THREE: GOLDEN TOWER part one

"Ah, hello again, dear readers," Brooke's mischievous greeting carried a twinkle in her eyes, brimming with anticipation. The corners of her lips curled into a playful grin, betraying the secret she held tightly within. It was a secret that beckoned the readers, urging them to join her on yet another captivating adventure. Her voice dripped with delight, infused with the joy of discovery.

As Brooke leisurely strolled towards the majestic library, her steps resonated with an vibrant energy, captivating every onlooker. She seemed to possess an innate magnetism, effortlessly drawing readers into her world. Her genuine interest shone through her eyes, sparkling like stars as she inquired, "So, how have you been? How did the weekend treat you?" Her words enveloped the readers like a warm embrace of connection. Inquiring about their lives, inviting them to confide in her, eager to be both listener and storyteller.

A wry assumption laced her voice as Brooke mused, sensing the restlessness within the readers. "I can almost hear your thoughts," she teased. "Enough with the small talk, right? Let's dive into the story." Her words lingered, waving away the small talk, evoking a shared yearning to delve into the heart of the narrative.

As she approached the shelves adorned with ancient tomes, each spine a testament to the wisdom they held. Her fingers traced their contours with reverence, as if communing with a sacred force. With a swift yet deliberate motion, she plucked the Book of Destiny from its slumber, its weight alive with the potential of untold tales.

A hint of mock exasperation laced Brooke's voice, weaving a tapestry of playful sarcasm. "Well, well, Book of Destiny," she bantered, her tone dripping with irony. "Seems like we're skipping the pleasantries today." The unspoken jest hung in the air, a shared understanding between Brooke and the readers that the tale was too captivating to be delayed by mere formalities.

"Now, dear readers, where were we?" Brooke's voice brimmed with excitement, a current that electrified the air. The Book of Destiny responded to her touch, its pages quivering with eagerness, sensing the enchanting tale that awaited their release. Without a moment wasted, the inked words leaped from the page, weaving and dancing together, forming the tapestry of the next chapter—the threads of destiny intertwined.

Elena's eyes widened with disbelief, she struggled to comprehend what she was witnessing defied all rationality, stretching the boundaries of her imagination to their limits. Slowly regaining her composure, she rose from the stall, gathering her wits as she prepared to confront the inexplicable creature.

In a surge of adrenaline-fueled courage, Elena charged towards the perplexing creature, her voice resonating with both authority and fear as she screamed at it, shattering the eerie silence of the restroom.

The sudden outburst startled another girl in the restroom, and she jumped in alarm. "What are you doing?" she shrieked, her voice trembling with a cocktail of emotions.

Breathing heavily, Elena paused for a moment, catching her breath before explaining herself. For she knew she had to explain herself, to make the other girl understand the danger that had lurked nearby. "There... there was something on you," Elena stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "Some kind of creature... covered in roses or something. It was hanging above you, poised to attack. That's why I reacted the way I did."

The girl's expression morphed from shock to disbelief. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. "Are you out of your mind? We're the only ones here."

Elena's brows furrowed, a flicker of frustration passing across her features. "I know what I saw," she insisted, her voice filled with defiance. "But I didn't see anything," the girl replied, eyeing Elena as if questioning her sanity. "Perhaps you should get your eyes checked."

Frustration welled up within Elena, her conviction unwavering despite the skepticism she faced. "There's nothing wrong with my eyes," she retorted, stepping closer to the sink to wash her hands and face. She turned on the faucet, allowing the cool water to cascade over her trembling hands. Elena splashed water onto her face, hoping to wash away the lingering doubts and confusion. Before staring at her reflection in the mirror. "That's it," she muttered to herself, her voice laced with exasperation. "Ever After High is going to drive me mad before I even graduate."

The girl's gazed at Elena's reflection through the mirror, a flicker of sadness in her eyes. She understood all too well the chaotic nature of the first day at Ever After High. Elena, noticing the girl's lingering stare, couldn't help but inquire, "Are you okay?"

The girl paused for a moment offering a small smile,contemplating her response before finally replying, "Yeah, why do you ask?"

Elena hesitated for a moment, not wanting to intrude further, but she decided to voice her observation. "I don't mean to pry, but earlier, I heard you crying while I was in one of the toilet stalls" she confessed, her concern evident in her voice. A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of The girl's lips. "I'm fine, really. It's just... it's been an exceptionally strange first day, that's all."

Elena nodded, acknowledging the weight of such an experience. "You can say that again," she remarked, a note of understanding in her voice. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, her guard momentarily lowered. "You'd actually listen to what I have to say?" she asked, taken aback by Elena's genuine offer of support. After all, they were practically strangers. But sometimes it helps to share, even with a stranger.

Elena affirmed, her expression earnest and genuine. "Yeah, it's not like I have anywhere to go or people to see." Leaning closer to the sink, she positioned herself to listen, her ears open and ready to receive her story. "But before we start, what's your name?" Elena inquired.

The girl straightened herself, a glimmer of appreciation in her eyes. "I'm Aurora," she introduced herself with a touch of grace. Elena mirrored the gesture, extending her hand in a friendly manner. "Nice name, Aurora. I'm Elena," she reciprocated.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena," Aurora said, curtsying gracefully, a touch of old-world elegance in her gesture.

The bathroom transformed into a sanctuary of understanding, as Elena and Aurora stood on the precipice of a genuine connection. In the midst of their own personal struggles, they found solace in the unexpected companionship that had emerged from the chaos of their extraordinary first day.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, I'm all ears," Elena remarked, settling herself comfortably against the sink, ready to lend her undivided attention. Aurora took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before delving into her narrative.

"Well, it's like this," Aurora began, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "There's this guy, Griffin."

Elena's eyebrows arched in understanding, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Ah, so it's a guy problem. That explains a lot," she remarked, nodding her head as if to acknowledge the complexities that often accompanied matters of the heart.

Aurora's expression turned slightly exasperated. "It's not just a 'guy problem'," she emphasized, her voice holding a hint of frustration. "Just let me continue my story, please."

Elena's smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine attentiveness. "Apologies," she replied, raising a hand in a conciliatory gesture encourage Aurora to proceed uninterrupted. "Please, go ahead. I'm here to listen."

Aurora took a moment to compose herself, her thoughts organizing into coherent sentences.

"Thank you. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, so Griffin—charming, that's his full name, by the way—is destined to be with Fairest, who happens to be my roommate. And here's where things get interesting," Aurora continued, her tone a mix of intrigue and resignation. She took a moment to gather herself before sharing the next part of her story. "Fairest thinks I have feelings for Griffin. Isn't that funny?" Aurora attempted a forced laugh that held no mirth.

Elena's eyebrow raised inquisitively, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have feelings for this guy?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Aurora shook her head vigorously, denying any romantic involvement. "No, no, I don't have feelings for him. We're just friends," she quickly clarified, hoping to dispel any misinterpretation.

"Okay then," Elena replied, her tone accepting of Aurora's statement. "Did you tell this Fairest girl that you don't have feelings for him?" Elena leaned off the sink, shifting her weight as she leaned in closer, eager to unravel the complexities of Aurora's situation.

Aurora let out a weary sigh, her gaze fixed on the floor as she recalled her futile attempts to clarify her feelings. "I did tell her, but she took other measures to ensure I wouldn't even think about dating her 'predetermined prince,' as she calls him," Aurora explained, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of sadness.

"Measures? Like what, exactly?" Elena inquired, her voice steady and intent. Aurora reached into her bag and retrieved her mirror phone, unlocking it to reveal a photo. Aurora hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before revealing the evidence of Fairest's actions by showing Elena the photo.

"Measures like this," Aurora said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching Elena's for understanding.

Elena's gaze fixed on the photo, her features reflecting a range of emotions as she absorbed its contents. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon her as she realized the depth of Aurora's predicament.

Elena's eyes widened in shock as she examined the picture before her. "Is that you?" she asked, in surprise.

Aurora's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, that's me," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Confusion clouded her features as she realized Elena hadn't seen the photo yet, even though it had been circulating around the school.

"Wait, you haven't seen this picture yet?" Aurora asked, her confusion evident.

"No, I haven't," Elena replied, her curiosity growing as she studied the photograph. Her eyes focusing on the guy lying close to Aurora. "And who's the guy next to you?" she inquired, her intrigue intensifying.

Aurora sighed, her embarrassment deepening, intermingling in her response. "That's Allen, Fairest's brother. I can't believe you haven't seen this. It was all over the school," she explained, her tone laced with bewilderment.

Elena shrugged nonchalantly, her tone unapologetic. "I guess I have better things to do than be on high alert for a leaked photo," she remarked, her lack of interest in the school's gossip evident.

Aurora's frustration escalated, her voice taking on a sharper edge.. "It's not a leaked photo because it never happened," she retorted, her voice laced with anger and hurt. The weight of the false accusations weighed heavily upon her.

Elena held up her hands, her expression showing understanding. "Okay, okay, I believe you," Elena quickly interjected, her tone soothing and conciliatory. She recognized the intensity of Aurora's emotions and didn't want to exacerbate the situation. "There's no need to get all angry about it. I'm on your side."

Aurora sighed, her anger subsiding as she allowed her shoulders to relax. "I just wish there was a way I could prove that Fairest set me up," she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of resignation and longing.

As if on cue, a voice cut through the air, startling both girls. Elena and Aurora turned their heads in unison, their eyes widening as they spotted a figure perched atop the sink. Poison Queen , a mischievous glint in her eyes, spoke up. "I could help with that," she offered, her voice dripping with intrigue.

Aurora's startled expression slowly transformed into skepticism as she processed Poison's sudden appearance. "What the..." she whispered, her voice trailing off. Her curiosity got the better of her as she posed a direct question, "Who are you?"

Elena, recognizing the individual, and responded with familiarity and annoyance, "Poison, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you."

Poison, with a sly grin, leaped off the sink, landing gracefully on the floor. "Oh, but were you truly looking? Because if you were, you would have found me," she hissed, a hint of arrogance in her voice. Poison turned her attention towards Aurora, her voice laced with a sinister allure. "And to answer your question, princess, I'm Poison Queen. Pleasure to meet you,"

Aurora's skepticism lingered, her brows furrowing as she regarded Poison with caution. "Okay," she said, her tone filled with uncertainty, unsure of what to make of this unusual encounter.

Elena, on the other hand, seemed to not understand why Poison was here. "Poison, what are you doing in here?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Poison grin, relishing in the intrigue she created. "Weren't you listening? I'm here to help Little Miss Princess prove that Fairest had something to do with her 'little incident' and prove her innocence," she explained, her voice oozing with wicked satisfaction.

Aurora took a hesitant step closer to Poison, her curiosity overcoming her wariness. "Can you really do that?" she asked, her voice laden with hope, desperately seeking a way to clear her name.

Poison's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth as it exuded an air of confidence. "Of course, I can. And all you have to do is make a little deal," she replied, her words tantalizingly mysterious. Aurora leaned in, her eyes narrowing as she sought clarity. "And what is the deal?" she inquired, her voice filled with both trepidation and intrigue.

"That you owe me one favor," she proposed, her voice laced with temptation.

Aurora hesitated for a moment, contemplating the potential consequences. But fueled by her desire for vindication, she made a decision. Without wasting another second more, she replied, "Deal."

"Wait," Elena interjected, stepping in between Aurora and Poison, her grip firm on Aurora's hand as she guided her to the side to talk. "Aurora, I don't think it's a good idea." Elena pleaded, her concern evident.

Aurora pulled her hand away, frustration etched on her face. "To trust her? But you do," Aurora countered, her voice tinged with defiance.

Elena shook her head, clarifying her intentions. "No, that's not what I meant, Aurora. I'm talking about seeking revenge on Fairest. Revenge is never the answer," she emphasized, her eyes searching Aurora's for understanding.

Aurora's stance remained resolute as she took a step back from Elena. "You have no idea how Fairest has tormented me. She deserves everything that's coming her way," she exclaimed, her resolve unyielding.

Elena reached out, a gesture of empathy and compassion. "I understand that you've been hurt, but sinking to her level won't bring you true justice," she urged, her words laced with sincerity. "There are other ways to find resolution and healing without resorting to revenge."

"No, you don't understand, Elena" Aurora stated, her voice resolute as she walked back toward Poison, ready to strike a deal.

Aurora's eyes flickered with a hint of doubt, her emotions warring within her. She got back to Poison, still intrigued by the possibility of exposing Fairest's deceit. "Poison, right?" she stated firmly, determined to take matters into her own hands. "We have a deal."

Poison sighed with faux impatience. "Finally! You guys were taking forever," she remarked, a hint of annoyance in its voice. "For a minute there, I thought I'd have to entertain myself. Anyways, here."

As the deal was sealed, Poison handed Aurora a card, adorned with mystical symbols and words. "Read everything on that card, and Fairest will sing like a bird," Poison explained, her tone laden with a promise of retribution.

Aurora began to recite the incantation written on the card, but Poison swiftly interrupted her, a caution tone in its voice. "Wo wooo, not here. It's a truth spell, and the last thing I want to do is reveal things to you two," Poison warned, a sly smirk dancing on its lips. "Just read it when you're in front of Fairest, okay?"

Elena called out to Aurora once more, her voice filled with concern. "Aurora, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, her eyes searching Aurora's for any sign of hesitation.

Aurora's resolve remained steadfast as she turned to face Elena, determination shining in her eyes. "Yes, I am," she replied, her voice firm and unwavering. She appreciated Elena's concern but was resolute in her decision to seek the truth.

She turned back to thank Poison for her assistance, only to discover that she had vanished, leaving no trace behind. The bathroom returned to its previous state of quietude, leaving Aurora and Elena alone to contemplate the path they were about to embark on.

The weight of anticipation hung in the air as Aurora clutched the card tightly, its magical essence palpable in her hands. She took a deep breath, ready to face Fairest and headed towards the door.

Aurora emerged from the restroom, her steps confident and purposeful, with Elaina trailing a few paces behind her. The moment she stepped outside, Griffin appeared, his concern etched across his face as he hurried toward her. "Aurora, are you alright? How are you feeling now?" he exclaimed, bombarding her with a flurry of questions. He reached out, his hand hovering over her shoulder, and crouched down to meet her eyes.

Aurora offered a faint smile, appreciating his support. "Thank you for your help earlier, Griffin," Aurora said, gently placing her hands on his arms and guiding them back to his sides. Without another word, she left him standing there, and leaving him behind to face Fairest.

Concern laced his voice as Griffin pressed on, "Aurora, is everything okay?" He attempted to halt her progress, but Elaina intercepted, halting his advances.

With a sly grin, Elaina sized him up and down, her gaze lingering on his features. "So you're Griffin," Elaina said, her eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe. "You're not too bad-looking, causing two girls to fight over you."

Perplexed, Griffin furrowed his brow and asked, "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"Nope, but I've heard a lot about you?" Elena quipped, giving him a quick once-over. Confusion etched Griffin's face, his eagerness to speak with Aurora fading. "Pardon?" he uttered, seeking clarification.

Unperturbed, Griffin brushed off his confusion, her gaze unwavering. "Never mind, just forget it. Excuse me," he said, breezing past her.

However, before he could depart, Elaina interjected, her gaze also unwavering as she locked eyes with him. "Wait, I'm a friend of Aurora's, and trust me when I say she's going through a lot. Seeing you isn't helping. Just let me talk to her. Trust me, okay?"

Griffin's face softened, his features expressing comprehension. "Okay," he acquiesced, his expression reflecting an understanding beyond words. "Cool then," Elena replied swiftly, her urgency propelling her forward to catch up with Aurora. "Catch you around, lover boy," she called over her shoulder, leaving Griffin more confounded than ever before.

Aurora's footsteps carried her gracefully toward Fairest, As she approached the circle of colleagues, her gaze locked onto Fairest, who stood amidst a chorus of deceitful whispers. Fairest's eyes widened with a practiced innocence as she caught sight of Aurora, her smile stretching across her face like a mask of false sympathy.

"Aurora," Fairest began, her voice oozing with feigned ignorance. Fairest's voice dripped with false concern, its honeyed tones concealing a cunning nature. She leaned in, feigning warmth, and pressed kisses against Aurora's cheek, a calculated gesture laced with insincerity. "I can't fathom why you would drift away like that, How are you feeling now?" Her words danced with a manipulative charm, a subtle attempt to absolve herself of any responsibility. Fairest's attempt at casualness was a carefully crafted facade, designed to conceal her involvement in the turmoil that had unfolded.

Aurora remained composed, a storm brewing behind her eyes. She accepted the superficial kisses on her cheek, their contact a reminder of the betrayal that had transpired. Fairest's attempt to absolve herself of any responsibility oozed with insincerity, a thinly veiled attempt to evade accountability.

"I hope you didn't hold me accountable for what happened," Fairest pleaded, her words dripping with a thin veneer of innocence. "I had no idea you and Allen were exclusive. I genuinely hope there are no hard feelings."

Aurora's smile remained fixed, her own mask hiding the turmoil within. "Of course not," she replied, her voice steady and measured, revealing nothing of the storm that raged beneath the surface. Her eyes, however, held a glimmer of restraint, a testament to the emotions she sought to conceal.

Fairest's surprise flickered across her face, momentarily shattering the mask of composure she wore. "Really?" she uttered, her disbelief palpable in the air between them. Her words hung, pregnant with an unspoken question, as she sought confirmation of Aurora's sincerity.

"Yes, in fact," Aurora began, her tone calculated and purposeful, "I want you to enlighten everyone with how you stumbled upon the truth about Allan and me." The words hung in the air, each syllable carrying the weight of a hidden agenda.

Fairest's demeanor faltered for a moment, her composure slipping as she attempted to regain control of the situation. "Oh, um... okay," she stammered, attempting to regain her composure. Her words carried a weight of forced nonchalance, masking her growing unease. She began to weave another web of lies, instinctively attempting to deflect the impending consequences.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Fairest, Aurora's hand slipped into her bag, fingers curling around the card, the key to her next move. As she pulled it out, a surge of anticipation coursed through her veins. Aurora's gaze shifted to the card, its presence a tangible link to the mystical forces she was about to unleash.

While Fairest began to stir, weaving a web of deceit with each word uttered, Aurora too began speak the incantation under her breath,. As her fingers caressed the surface of the card, her voice transformed into a soft whisper, laden with ancient power.

"Whispered winds, secrets untold, unleash the power, mighty and bold," she intoned. With each word, her voice grew in strength and conviction. "Eyes of silver, tongues aflame, unmask the lies, reveal the game."

Elena's arrival at the chaotic scene was met with a wave of urgency. Pushing and shoving through the throngs of people, she struggled to reach Aurora, only to find her already engrossed in the incantation. As Elena's eyes darted around, she noticed the encroaching presence of the school guards, their magical orbs shimmering ominously. A sense of unease gripped her, compelling her to warn Aurora before it was too late.

"Mmmm, Aurora," Elena managed to utter in a hushed tone, her voice a hushed whisper filled with concern. The urgency in her gaze pleaded for Aurora's attention.

Aurora, still deeply engrossed in her spellcasting, turned to Elena, her gaze briefly meeting Elena's worried expression. "What?" she replied, her own voice lowered to maintain the secrecy of the enchantment. Aurora's continued to weave her words of power, the incantation flowing seamlessly from her lips.

"Silent whispers, woven deep, Into hearts, their secrets seep. With twisted truth, this spell be cast, The bonds of lies, they shan't outlast," Aurora whispered, her voice infused with mystic energy. The air seemed to vibrate with unseen forces, the spell reaching into the depths of hearts, poised to unravel concealed truths.

Elena's anxiety grew with each passing moment, the approaching guards a palpable threat. She reached out, her hand gently grazing Aurora's arm, a plea for her to listen. "I think you should stop," Elena urged, her voice laden with eagerness to escape the escalating danger.

As she continued to pleaded, her urgency evident. "We need to get out of here."

Her eyes darted towards the encroaching guards, their presence growing more formidable by the second. Elena's eagerness to vanish from the scene was palpable, her concern for their safety outweighing the pursuit of the truth.

Aurora's desperation grew as Elena urged her to halt the incantation, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and frustration. "Why? I'm almost done casting it," Aurora protested, her voice a desperate whisper as she neared the culmination of the spell. The weight of the unfinished truth hung heavy in the air as she continued, her words woven with threads of power. "In shadows dark, with truth ignite, all veils of falsehood, they shall take flight. For every falsehood, a burning sting.

Only the truth, this spell shall bring."

Elena's urgency peaked, her words desperate as she tried to interject, her voice competing with Aurora's incantation. "Because..." she began, but her words were abruptly cut off as a magical orb materialized above them, enveloping them in a force field. It sealed their fate, barring any escape from their predicament. The other students, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly dispersed, unwilling to risk involvement in the unfolding events. They retreated into the safety of the shadows, leaving Aurora and Elena to face the consequences alone.

Aurora's eyes widened with a mixture of shock and disappointment as she glanced at Elena, the realization of their dire circumstances sinking in. The spell remained unfinished, its potential to unveil the truth stifled by the unexpected turn of events. Aurora's voice trembled with a touch of defeat as she voiced her question, her hopes for the spell shattered by their unfortunate capture.

"There were guards coming, weren't there?" Aurora asked, her voice laced with resignation.

Elena, her anger simmering beneath the surface, clenched her fists in frustration. "Oh, you think?" she replied, her voice edged with bitterness. The reality of their capture ignited a spark of defiance within her.

The chief guard, a figure of authority, stepped forward, his voice resonated with a commanding tone as he addressed the captured girls. "Miss Aurora Beauty and Miss Elena Ella," the chief guard declared sternly, "You both have been found guilty of using forbidden magic within the school grounds. For this offense, you shall be taken to the principal's office for final judgment." his tone carrying the weight of finality. The magical orb levitated, lifting the two girls from the ground, their feet dangling above the floor. A sense of inevitability settled upon them as they were propelled towards the principal's office, where their ultimate judgment awaited.

Fairest, lost in her own egotistical world, remained oblivious to the events that had just transpired. Her fixation on weaving her web of lies consumed her attention, blinding her to the sudden absence of everyone around her. Opening her eyes, she scanned the empty space, a bewildered expression etching itself upon her face. "Hey, where did everybody go?" she queried, the emptiness of the room sinking in.

Meanwhile, Aurora and Elena were ushered into the principal's office, their hearts heavy with mixed emotions. Farrah, their principal, stood before them, gesturing sternly for them to take a seat, her voice tinged with disappointment and a hint of concern. "You two, sit down," she commanded, her fingers pointing firmly at the seats before her.

A complex blend of emotions resonated in her voice, reflecting the gravity of the situation at hand. She took a moment to compose herself before addressing them directly.

"I'm so disappointed in you two," Farrah began, her voice carrying a blend of reprimand and sorrow. "Using a forbidden spell, no less—one from the evil queen's spell book, might I add." She made her way to her desk, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of their actions.

Aurora's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the evil queen's spell book, her voice filled with genuine shock. "The evil queen's spell book?" she uttered, her disbelief palpable. The revelation stirred a sense of unease within her, as the true origin of the spell she had dabbled with became clearer.

"Well, what did you expect, taking a card from..." Elena began, her voice trailing off as she realized she couldn't utter the name she intended. A spell seemed to bind her tongue, preventing her from speaking Poison's name, the one responsible for giving Aurora the spell.

"What did you just say?" Farrah inquired, her confusion evident as she tried to make sense of Elena's interrupted statement.

"What I'm trying to say is...what did she expect, taking the spell from..." Elena struggled to convey her message, frustration tainting her words.

"Pardon?" Farrah's confusion deepened, her brows furrowing as she grappled to understand Elena's incomplete statement.

"No way," Elena chuckled softly to herself, disbelief and frustration intertwining in her voice. "I can't believe she..." Her attempt to inform Farrah of Poison's involvement in the situation was thwarted by yet another enchantment, Not only rendering them from uttering her name, but also preventing them from sharing the events that had occurred in the restroom.

Farrah's voice carried a somber tone as she contemplated the consequences of their actions. "Anyways, I have to call your parents to inform them about your use of forbidden magic," she stated, her voice firm but tinged with empathy.

Elena's words rushed out in a protest as an attempted to deflect the blame. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, her voice trembled with disbelief. "No, no, I didn't use the spell. I told her not to use it. But did she listen? No," Elena asserted, her gaze locking with Aurora's, silently challenging her to admit her responsibility.

"I'm sorry, but both of you have traces of the magic on you," Farrah stated, her voice tinged with sympathy. The evidence against them was undeniable, leaving little room for defense.

Elena turned towards Aurora, her face fixed in a resolute expression, emphasizing her attempts to deter Aurora from using the forbidden spell. "Because I was trying to stop her from using it."," Elena interjected, her voice firm. "You know what? Call my mother. Maybe she'll pick up at this time," she suggested, her posture relaxed, as if signaling her willingness to face her mother once again.

"No, no, no, Miss Goodfairy, do not listen to her," Aurora interjected, her voice filled with urgency as she leaned closer to Farrah's desk. "She doesn't know what she's talking about. Please, don't call our parents, especially mine," Aurora pleaded, her voice quivering with an emotional weight that hinted at the potential consequences. "As you know, my mother is the mayor, currently in the midst of her campaign. If this gets out, it'll jeopardize her chances of being reelected." Tears welled in Aurora's eyes, her vulnerability shining through.

Farrah sighed, her gaze shifting between the two girls—one seemingly indifferent to the outcome, the other desperate to preserve this secret from leaving her office well. An opportunity presented itself, and Farrah saw a potential resolution. "Okay then, fine," she relented, her voice softening. The weight of their circumstances hung heavy in the air as Farrah contemplated His the path ahead.

Surprised by Farrah's unexpectedly easy agreement, Aurora and Elena spoke in unison, their voices laced with disbelief. "Really?" they echoed, their eyes widening with astonishment.

"Yes, really," Farrah confirmed, her voice carrying a hint of authority. "But only on one condition." A sense of intrigue stirred within Aurora, her willingness to accept the option readily apparent.

"Anything," Aurora declared, her determination shining through as she readily accepted the option presented. However, Elena's skepticism was palpable, her reluctance evident in her hesitance. "Not happening," she retorted, her refusal echoed through the room, a declaration of her unwillingness to conform.

Aurora, taken aback by Elena's refusal, quickly interjected, attempting to salvage the situation. "I'm sorry Miss Goodfairy, Elena didn't mean to say no," Aurora offered, her voice filled with apology. She sought to bridge the divide, hoping to find a middle ground that would satisfy both parties.

Elena, however, remained resolute in her dissent, her words unwavering and firm. "What? No, I mean, I meant no," she clarified, steadfast in asserting her independence and decision-making.

Aurora, caught between Elena's defiance and her desire for a resolution, pleaded with Farrah, attempting to smooth over the discord.

"See, Miss Goodfairy, she's not even speaking coherently. We'll accept any offer you have in mind," Aurora implored, her voice a blend of earnestness and a need for compromise.

Elena refused to allow Aurora to speak on her behalf, her voice cutting through the tension with a firm declaration. "First of all, you do not speak for me. I speak for me," Elena asserted, asserting her autonomy and individuality.

Aurora, taken aback by Elena's unwavering refusal, whispered to her in a desperate plea. "Elena, what are you doing?" she implored, her words a plea for understanding and cooperation.

"I say no. I do not accept the offer," Elena reiterated, her words resolute, refusing to be swayed.

"But you don't even know what the offer is," Aurora protested, her voice tinged with frustration. She struggled to understand Elena's sudden resistance, their unity fracturing in the face of this unexpected turn of events.

"I don't want to know," Elena retorted. Her decision was final, unyielding to any attempt at persuasion.

"If that's your final decision, so..." Farrah began, her voice trailing off as Aurora interjected once more, her voice filled with desperation.

"Miss Goodfairy, please don't give up on the offer so early. Can't we just have time to think and talk about it?" Aurora implored, her voice laced with a desire for compromise.

Farrah contemplated Aurora's request, her gaze shifting between the two friends. After a moment of silence, she finally delivered her verdict. "If that's what you wish," she acquiesced, her tone measured yet final.

Aurora breathed a sigh of relief, gratitude lighting up her expression. "Thank you. You won't regret it," she assured Farrah, grateful for the opportunity to explore the options further.

"But you both still need to be punished," Farrah stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Confusion clouded Aurora's face as she sought clarification. "Sorry, what?" she questioned, unable to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.

Farrah's voice remained steady as she pronounced their punishment. "Three weeks of detention for both of you," she declared, the weight of authority infusing her words.

"Detention, but Miss Goodfairy," Aurora began, her voice filled with a touch of protest, only to be abruptly cut off by Farrah's resolute response. "When you decide to take my offer, your detention will be over," Farrah declared, her words final, allowing no room for further discussion. "But..." Aurora opened her mouth to interject once more, her voice filled with desperation, but Farrah's response was swift. "Goodbye," Farrah uttered, her hand raised with a swift motion of magic. In an instant, Aurora and Elena found themselves teleported into the detention room, the abrupt transition leaving them disoriented.

"Miss Goodfairy, wait!" Aurora called out, her voice echoing through the empty room, desperate to engage in one final plea. She quickly realized her efforts were in vain as she found herself in the confines of detention.

Aurora let out a sarcastic remark, her tone dripping with cynicism. "Great, we're in detention," she muttered, her words laced with irony.

As the room settled into an eerie stillness, an ominous figure emerged from the shadows. It was Professor Robin Goodfellow, his presence commanding attention. "Please take your seat, be quiet, and wait out your time," he instructed, his voice low and foreboding, carried an air of authority as he introduced himself. "I am Professor Robin Goodfellow," he declared, his tone grave. "But you can call me by my last name. If you need anything or want anything, do not ask. Neither will you receive," he continued, his words emphasizing the strict boundaries that governed their time within detention.

Aurora and Elena complied, taking their designated seats, their unease palpable. Yet, Aurora couldn't let the issue go. In a hushed whisper, she leaned toward Elena, her questions demanding answers. "Why didn't you take Miss Goodfairy's offer?" she inquired.

Elena, matching Aurora's whispering tone, her response revealing her stubbornness. "Because I didn't want to," she stated, her words carrying a sense of finality. Aurora's frustration grew, her desire for understanding burning within her.

"But taking that offer would have prevented us from being in detention," Aurora persisted, her voice carrying a tinge of desperation. She couldn't comprehend Elena's unwillingness to seize an opportunity that could have spared them this punishment.

Professor Goodfellow, his attention captured by their whispered exchange, "Please be quiet and wait out your time," he interjected, his gaze piercing as he raised his head to address Aurora and Elena. The weight of his stare silenced their conversation, reminding them of the consequences of disobeying his instructions. He bowed his head once again, silently signaling his expectation for them to comply with his rules.

"The only reason why we're in detention is because of you!" Elena's voice pierced the air, her frustration boiling over as she directed her anger towards Aurora. The weight of their situation pressed heavily upon her, fueling her words with accusation and exasperation.

"Because you made a deal with Poison," Elena continued, her voice rising. "Because you didn't listen to me. Because you chose revenge over what I had to say." Her realization that she could now say Poison's name, albeit to those who weren't present during the deal, added another layer of complexity to her outburst.

"Oh, now I can say her name," Elena shouted, her words disrupting the once tranquil atmosphere of the class, rousing the anger of Professor Goodfellow from his slumber. He snapped awake, his voice seething with irritation. "Please be quiet and wait out your time!" He admonished, his annoyance palpable, before bowing his head once more.

Aurora, her own emotions swelling within her, couldn't help but respond to Elena's outburst. "You don't think I know it's my fault?" she retorted, her voice tinged with self-castigation. Her words spilled out, a cascade of remorse and pain. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry I needed to make deal with Poison. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I'm sorry for choosing revenge over you? And I'm sorry for trying to be the perfect daughter."

Professor Goodfellow, already at the brink of his patience, was jolted awake once more by Aurora's emotional outburst. "That is it!" he shouted, frustration radiated from him as he slammed his desk, a visible display of his exasperation. In an instant, The classroom trembled as he transformed into a towering beast, his anger manifesting in his monstrous shape.

The girls watched in stunned silence at the now towering figure before them, ready to unleash its fury.

The gravity of the situation became palpable, the threat of impending danger sending shivers down their spines.

Aurora's voice trembled, a tinge of fear weaving through her words. "What now, Elena?" Her voice quivered, as she was scared out of a crown.

Elena, her own anxiety surfacing, struggled to find a solution amidst the chaos. "Why are you asking me?" she countered, her voice laced with uncertainty. "I don't know. I just thought maybe you had an idea or something," Aurora's desperate hope for a solution met with Elena's own confusion, leaving them both vulnerable in the face of the beastly form that Professor Goodfellow had become.

Elena reached out instinctively for her sword, her hand found only empty air, the familiar weight of her weapon absent. In its place, she wore the dress, reminding her of the grown she had donned just the day before, a stark reminder of the transformation that had taken place. Frustration mingled with a sense of helplessness as she realized her lack of means to defend herself. "I don't have my sword with me, so there's nothing I can do," Elena admitted, her voice a hint of resignation.

Aurora, her eyes darting between the creature's attacks and Elena's predicament, felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. "There is one thing," she interjected, reminding Elena of the offer that had been presented earlier. The weight of their situation loomed heavy, and Aurora knew that accepting the offer might be their only chance for survival.

Elena, still evading the creature's relentless attacks, shook her head vehemently. "No, no. I am not taking her offer," she declared, determination etched upon her features as she ducked and weaved, evading the creature's strikes. The idea of accepting the offer seemed like a betrayal of her principles, a compromise she was unwilling to make.

Aurora's voice trembled with urgency as she pressed on, her words piercing through the chaos surrounding them. "Elena, the only way out of here is to accept the offer," she reasoned, her tone filled with desperation. "And if you don't, we are going to die," Aurora emphasized, the stark reality of their perilous situation hung in the air, forcing Elena to confront the dire consequences of her stubborn refusal.

Elena wrestled with her inner turmoil, torn between her principles and the harsh reality of their predicament. As she realized they were cornered, with no escape in sight, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. Reluctantly, she made a decision borne out of necessity. "Fine, I accept the offer," she conceded, her voice carrying the weight of her surrender.

In an instant, they were both transported back to the principal's office, their surroundings shifting as the magical energy whisked them away.

Elena and Aurora materialized within Farrah's office, their sudden arrival catching her off guard as she immersed herself in the sea of school documents. Surprised, Farrah lifted her gaze from her work, removing her glasses and placing them carefully on her desk. She paused for a moment, composing herself, before addressing the unexpected visitors. "Oh my, I didn't expect you two to be here so quickly," she remarked, a note of astonishment coloring her words. Her eyes lingered on Elena, a subtle acknowledgement of her expected resistance. "Especially you, Elena. I thought you would hold out for at least another week, maybe two," Farrah admitted.

Elena, her voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm, responded with a tinge of defiance. "And yet here I am in your office again," she retorted, her words laced with a touch of bitterness.

Aurora, intervened, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Forgive her manners, she's just having a bad day," she offered as an explanation. Turning her attention to Farrah, Aurora's tone shifted to one of professionalism. "What did you want us to do for you, ma'am?" she inquired, her words words demonstrating with respect and willingness to cooperate.

"All right then," Farrah began, her glasses perched back on her face , alongside her mirror pad firmly in her grasp. her eyes focused intently on Elena and Aurora. With a calm yet determined demeanor, she began to explain the task that lay before them. "Let's get into it. I want you two to go to the Kingdom of Azureveil as my ambassadors."

Aurora's curiosity got the best of her, prompting her to inquire further. "The Kingdom of Azureveil, isn't that Queen Rapunzel and her husband, the king's domain?" she asked, her voice filled with recognition. The connection to the royal lineage intrigued her, adding an extra layer of significance to the task at hand.

Farrah nodded, confirming Aurora's observation. "Yes, you're right, it is indeed," she acknowledged.

Elena, however, remained skeptical, her voice laced with doubt as she posed her question. "Okay, so why do we have to go there as your ambassadors?" Her skepticism lingered, as she sought a clear understanding of their role in this diplomatic mission.

Farrah, composed and poised, leaned forward, her eyes meeting Elena's with a calm demeanor. "You see, I want you two to go there and convince their granddaughter, who received an acceptance letter to attend Ever After High but declined, to change her mind," she explained, her words carrying a sense of purpose.

Elena's skepticism grew, prompting her to delve deeper into the reasoning behind the task. "Why didn't you go there and convince her yourself?" she questioned, her tone filled with more doubts.

Farrah leaned back in her chair, in response to Elena's lingering doubts, her expression calm and composed as she considered Elena's probing question. After a moment of silence, she responded, "Well, that's because as the principal, I am not allowed to interfere if a student chooses not to attend Ever After High. It's their decision to make." she explained, her words revealing the boundaries within which she operated as the school's principal.

Elena, still grappling with her skepticism, persisted in seeking answers. "But why are you so sure that we will be able to convince her?" she pressed, her voice filled with more curiosity and doubt. she pressed, seeking a more concrete explanation for their likelihood of success.

Farrah met Elena's gaze with a knowing look, her eyes shimmering with a flicker of confidence. "Because sometimes, a fresh perspective, a different voice, can make all the difference," she stated firmly, her unwavering belief in their abilities shining through. Elena, still trying to comprehend the rationale behind Farrah's decision, couldn't help but express her confusion. "That doesn't make any sense," she exclaimed, her tone laced with frustration and perplexity.

Aurora, sensing the need to redirect the conversation, interjected with a gentle yet firm tone. "That's enough with the questions, Elena," she said, her voice calm and steady.

Turning her attention back to Farrah, she inquired about the girl they were tasked to convince. "What is the girl's name, Miss Goodfairy?" Aurora asked, her voice carrying a sense of purpose and readiness.

Farrah, appreciating Aurora's redirection, leaned forward once more, her gaze focused. "Her name is Ria O'Hair, the daughter of Poppy O'Hair and granddaughter of Rapunzel," she revealed, her voice carrying a sense of importance. The weight of the family lineage added an extra layer of importance to their mission.

Taking in the newfound knowledge, Aurora nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for the information, Miss Goodfairy. Let's be on our way, Elena," she declared, rising from her seat, she signaled their readiness to embark on this diplomatic journey.

Elena's melodramatic interruption drew both attention and annoyance from Farrah. "Wait!" she exclaimed, her tone dripping with dramatic flair. Farrah, her patience tested, responded with a touch of exasperation. "What is it now, Miss Ella?" she inquired, her tone laced with a hint of weariness.

Elena, her guard still up, couldn't resist the allure of the unknown that lay ahead. "First of all, it's Huntsman," she corrected, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. "And secondly, what's in it for us?" Elena questioned, her skepticism lingering as she sought to understand the incentives behind their mission.

Farrah's lips curled into a knowing smile as she contemplated Elena's query. "Well," she began, her voice laced with anticipation. "If you successfully complete this task, your detention will be lifted," she revealed, her words holding the promise of redemption and freedom from their current predicament.

Elena, unimpressed by the offer, yawned dismissively. "Boring," she commented, the prospect of mere freedom not enough to pique her interest. Farrah, intrigued by the challenge, leaned forward, a curious expression on her face. "Boring, you say? Well, what would make this more interesting, then?" she inquired, her voice infused with curiosity and a willingness to negotiate.

A mischievous glint appeared in Elena's eyes as she formulated her request. "I want one favor," she declared, shocking both Aurora and Farrah with her audacity. Aurora, her voice barely above a whisper, expressed her concern. "Elena, what are you doing?" she asked, her worry evident.

Elena, undeterred, turned her attention back to Farrah, awaiting her response.

Farrah, composed, took a moment to consider Elena's bold request. "A favor? That's quite bold of you to ask," she began, her voice admiration. "But one favor is quite reasonable. What is it?"

Elena's eyes sparkled with unwavering resolve as she made her demand. "I just want one thing – for my name to be changed back to Huntsman," she stated, her words carrying the gravity of her desire to reclaim her identity.

Farrah, removing her glasses and rubbing her eyes in a moment of frustration, left the room in complete and eerie silence as she contemplated the implications of Elena's request.

Finally, breaking the silence, Farrah responded with a measured tone. "Alright then, you have yourself a deal," she agreed, recognizing the significance of Elena's request. The room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief at the conclusion of this unexpected negotiation.

Elena's satisfaction was palpable as she grinned at the outcome. "Nice," she remarked, a sense of victory lacing her words. However, Farrah offered a word of caution. "It will take some time, but I believe it can be done before you reach your second year," she explained, her voice calm and measured. "However, this will only happen if you succeed in convincing Ria to attend Ever After High."

Elena nodded, processing the information, before posing one final question. "And if we don't succeed?" she asked, her voice laced with apprehension.

Farrah's response was straightforward, her tone firm. "Well, if you don't succeed, then I'm afraid you will have to face a suspension," she stated, the seriousness of the consequence looming over them. The magnitude of the situation settled upon them, reminding Elena and Aurora of the stakes they now faced.

"Okay then, Elena, your question has been answered. Let's go," said Aurora, her voice filled with nerves and trepidation. Despite her apprehension, she was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

However, Farrah halted their departure, her words drawing their attention. "Hold on," Farrah interjected, stopping them in their tracks. "Where are you going?"

Aurora, slightly taken aback, responded promptly, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. "To get our things ready for the trip, ma'am," she replied, her anxiety palpable.

"There's no need," Farrah stated, surprising both girls with her response. "You'll be leaving immediately."

"Immediately?" they both echoed in unison, their surprise evident. Aurora's mind raced, thinking about her clothes and personal items that she had hoped to take along for the journey.

"But my clothes and other items," Aurora protested, but Farrah seemed to anticipate their concerns.

"There's no need for them. Everything will be provided for you when you arrive at the palace," Farrah assured her, raising her hand to present them with an envelope. "Just present this envelope upon your arrival, and you'll be taken care of." she instructed, her voice carrying an air of confidence.

Before Aurora could protest further, the room was engulfed in a magical smoke, and they found themselves in the midst of transportation. "Hold on, I didn't agree to be…" Aurora tried to protest, but her words were swallowed by the magical smoke, obscuring their vision and enveloping them in its transportive embrace.

Farrah's voice echoed in their minds, bidding them farewell. "Goodbye, ladies, and good luck," she said, her words lingering in the air as a gentle reminder of the weight of their mission. In an instant, Farrah's presence faded away, leaving Aurora and Elena alone, poised at the precipice of their adventure.

As the smoke cleared, Aurora and Elena found themselves in a grand hall, the opulence and magnificence of the surroundings leaving them in awe. Uncertain of their exact location, they took a moment to take in their new surroundings.

Upon their arrival, Elena's immediate reaction was to rush towards the bushes, her body reacting to the disorienting teleportation, overcome by nausea. "Oh no, I don't think I'll ever get used to teleporting," she lamented, her voice strained as she continued to retch.

Concern etched on her face, Aurora approached slowly, wanting to offer comfort but also respecting Elena's need for space. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine worry.

Elena, still in the midst of her discomfort, managed to respond, albeit with a touch of irritation. "I'm fine, just nauseated, but fine," she reassured, waving off Aurora's attempt to get closer.

Aurora took a step back, giving Elena some space while scanning their surroundings. "So, how close to Azureveil do you think Miss Goodfairy teleported us?" she asked, trying to distract Elena from her discomfort.

Elena, despite her queasiness, managed a dry remark. "Wherever close it is, it better be worth me puking," she quipped, her tone carrying a touch of humor amidst her discomfort.

Concerned about Elena's well-being, Aurora persisted with her questions. "You absolutely sure you're okay in there?" she asked again, her voice tinged with worry as she took a tentative step closer to the bushes.

Elena's lack of response prompted Aurora to call out her name again. "Elena," she called, her concern growing with each passing moment. She lifted her head up and down, attempting to peer into the bushes. "Are you okay in there?" she asked for the second time, her nerves beginning to show in her voice.

Silence was the only response she received, leaving Aurora increasingly anxious. She called out Elena's name one more time, her voice trembling slightly. "Elena... please answer me," she pleaded, hoping for some reassurance that her friend was all right.

Aurora's heart pounded in her chest as she ventured into the bushes, her concern for Elena overriding any fear she might have felt. "Ha ha, very funny, Elena. Enough with the jokes now," she called out, her voice wavering slightly with irritation and worry. "Elena, the joke isn't funny anymore. Please answer me," Aurora pleaded, her steps cautious as she navigated through the foliage.

The silence that followed only heightened Aurora's anxiety. she continued to navigate her way through the bushes, her heart racing as she called out Elena's name once again.

Suddenly, Aurora's ears perked up at the sound of Elena's voice breaking through the eerie silence, calling out to Aurora from a distance. Relief washed over her as she followed the sound, running towards her voice. "Elena, where are you?" she shouted, pushing aside branches and leaves in her haste to reach her

Finally, Aurora burst through the final barrier of branches and spotted Elena standing at a distance. She rushed over to her, her breaths coming out in huffs from her hurried sprint. "Elena, why didn't you answer when I called you?" Aurora began, her voice filled with concern and a hint of frustration. "I was so worried about you," she admitted, her eyes showing the depth of her emotions.

Elena stayed back, her posture indicating that something had caught her attention. "Come take a look," she said, gesturing towards something in the distance.

Aurora stepped forward, her curiosity piqued, and her breath caught in her throat as she beheld the sight before her.

The kingdom that lay before them was a vision of grandeur and opulence, adorned with gold and splendor beyond imagination. The sun's rays danced on the gilded structures, creating a breathtaking display of light and shadows.

The sight was nothing short of majestic – sparkling towers reaching for the sky, elegant bridges spanning over shimmering lakes, and ornate gardens that seemed to go on forever. The beauty of the kingdom was beyond anything Aurora had ever seen, and for a moment, it took her breath away.

"It's... it's..." Aurora began, her lips curled into a smile, her eyes wide with wonder, but words seemed to escape her, leaving her in a moment of speechless awe. Before she could find the right words, another voice interjected before she could complete her thought – a voice that didn't belong to Elena, catching both Aurora and Elena off guard.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" the voice said, its tone laced with a surprising mix of charm and mischief. The unexpected sound made both Aurora and Elena turn their heads in unison, eager to identify the source. To their surprise, it was Poison standing beside them, hands confidently on her hips, her striking eyes equally captivated by the magnificent sight before them. She offered a casual wave and a sly smile in greeting. "Hey, guys."

"You!" Aurora spat, her anger bubbling to the surface like molten lava. Her eyes locked onto Poison with intense hostility.

"Me!"Poison retorted with a sly smile, seemingly enjoying the reaction she elicited from Aurora. The defiance in her tone only further provoked Aurora, who felt a rush of emotions coursing through her.

Elena, sensing the tension between the two, stepped in, trying to ease the situation. "What are you doing here, Poison?" she asked, her voice cautious yet curious.

Poison's smile didn't waver as she crossed her arms, her eyes still fixed on the magnificent kingdom before them. "Oh, you know, just enjoying the view," she replied casually, as if she had every right to be there.

Aurora's frustration grew, and she couldn't help but let her emotions show. "You always seem to show up at the most inconvenient times," she snapped, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Poison shrugged, her nonchalant demeanor only adding to Aurora's irritation. "I guess that's just my luck," she quipped, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice.

As Aurora's anger surged, she readied herself to lash out at Poison, but Elena swiftly intervened, placing a firm yet gentle hand on Aurora's arm. "Wow, Elena, get your friends under control," Poison taunted, taking a few steps back with a smug expression.

"I'm okay now, Elena. You can let me go," Aurora assured, though the fire in her eyes hinted otherwise. Reluctantly, Elena released her grip, but she stayed alert, ready to intervene again if necessary.

As soon as she was free, Aurora's seething rage surged again, and she lunged towards Poison. But once more, Elena's quick reflexes stopped her from reaching her target, preventing a potential altercation.

"Let me go, Elena," Aurora demanded, her voice trembling with the strain of holding back her emotions. "Aurora Calm down," Elena repeated softly, her voice a soothing balm to Aurora's wounded, unwilling to let go until she was certain Aurora wouldn't charge at Poison again.

Aurora's body tensed in Elena's firm embrace, her heart still pounding with adrenaline. Despite Elena's attempt to soothe her, Aurora couldn't easily quell the tempest of emotions swirling within her. "Calm down?" Aurora repeated, her voice tinged with incredulity.

"Elena, after everything we've been through, after what I've been through because of her," Aurora continued, gesturing angrily toward Poison, who stood at a cautious distance, a half-smirk on her face.

Elena tightened her hold on Aurora, trying to convey her support and understanding. "I know, Aurora. I understand your anger and frustration. Poison's actions... they were unforgivable, especially the spell she cast on us," Elena said, her voice tinged with empathy.

Aurora's grip on her emotions seemed to falter, the resentment she felt toward Poison mixing with the confusion caused by Elena's words. "Then why are you defending her?" Aurora demanded, searching for clarity in Elena's eyes.

Elena took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking. "I'm not defending her, not at all," she clarified. "I'm just trying to make you see that the choices you make, no matter how difficult, is still your own. Yes, Poison tracked you into making that deal, but she didn't force your hand when you took the card from her."

Aurora's eyes widened slightly, processing Elena's words. "What are you saying?" she asked, still firmly held in Elena's grasp.

"What I mean is," Elena started, carefully choosing her next words, "I know you're angry, and rightfully so, but you were also the one who sought her help in the first place."

A mixture of frustration and realization flickered across Aurora's features. She knew Elena was right. The weight of her own choices settled upon her like an unyielding burden. Aurora's anger towards Poison was justified, but she couldn't deny her own role in this tangled web of events.

Poison, unable to resist inserting herself into the conversation, added her two cents with a sardonic comment. "You tell her, girl!"

Elena shot a quick glare over her shoulder, hushing Poison. "Not the right time, Poison," Elena whispered sharply before turning her attention back to Aurora. "Look, Aurora, what happened has happened. Can't we just look past it and work together to do this?"

As Elena attempted to find common ground between Aurora and Poison, the tension in the air was palpable. Aurora took a moment to reflect, her mind a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. With a heavy sigh, she finally spoke, "Fine." Elena released her firm hold on her, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. "Cool then," Elena replied, cautiously optimistic.

Aurora repeated, her voice steadier this time. "Yes, but cooperation from you, Poison, is crucial. No mischief, no tricks." she added, her gaze fixed on Poison. who seemed unfazed, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, come on, mischief is my middle name," Poison retorted, unyielding in her spirit.

Elena sensed the tension escalating again and decided to intervene, stepping closer to Poison with a hushed plea in her voice. "Poison, look, we have a lot at stake here. Can you just mellow down a little bit and cooperate, please?" she whispered, giving her a pleading look.

Poison rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in protest, seemingly unfazed by Aurora's request. The edge in Elena's voice spurred her to respond with a touch of sarcasm, "Mellow down, cooperate, and no trouble. Got it."

Elena's tone grew more intense as she called out, "Poison!"

The rebuke made Poison's demeanor soften slightly. She unfolded her arms, showing some willingness to consider Elena's plea. "Fine, but don't expect me to start knitting scarves for charity or something," she quipped, still keeping her guard up.

Elena exhaled softly, relieved that Poison had somewhat agreed to play along. With the tension simmering down, Elena took the lead in steering the conversation towards the task at hand. "Now that we've settled things," she began, trying to sound composed, "any ideas on how we should approach this?

"Just leave it to me," Aurora replied, her confidence returning as she shifted her focus to the task ahead. Her experiences and knowledge as a diplomat gave her an edge in navigating the complex world of royalty.

Poison, however, couldn't resist the urge to challenge Aurora's assertion. "And who made you in charge?" she sneered.

Aurora's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but she kept her composure. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you taught the hundred ways of addressing Royal monarchs?" she shot back, leaving Poison momentarily speechless.

"That's what I thought," Aurora continued, her voice steady. Her words seemed to prod at Poison's ego, her powers began to manifest, her temper on the brink of eruption. But before it could escalate any further, Elena intervened, sensing the imminent storm. "Well, it's settled then," she interjected, trying to restore calm. "Aurora will be in charge of addressing the monarchs."

"Yh Yh, I get you," Poison replied, her initial tension dissipating as she calmed herself. "Well, let's make our way down there," Elena suggested, , her eyes fixed on the distant castle, pointing toward the castle entrance. Aurora chimed in, offering a sly idea to Poison, "Poison, you wouldn't happen to have a magical solution for getting us to the castle gate, would you?"

A mischievous grin crept across Poison's face as she rubbed her hands together. "Oh, you bet I do," she declared confidently, ready to showcase her magical prowess. With a swift incantation, she cast the spell that would transport them directly to the castle gate.

Elena couldn't help but let out a resigned sigh, recalling the unpredictable magic they'd had before. "Not again," she muttered under her breath, bracing herself for the teleportation that was about to unfold. And just like that, the surroundings blurred and shifted as the magical energy enveloped them, and they found themselves standing at the castle gate.

As the trio materialized at the gate, their sudden appearance, however, did not go unnoticed. The guards, startled and on high alert, swiftly surrounded the three girls, their swords drawn and at the ready. "Hands in the air, where we can see them!" barked one of the guards, his voice commanding obedience.

"What now, princess?" Poison whispered in a sardonic tone. Aurora, brushing off Poison's skepticism with a reassuring smile. "No worries, just leave it to me," she began, stepping forward gracefully.

"Please put your swords away," Aurora requested, with a subtle gesture of her finger, she gently nudged one of the guard's swords down, diffusing the immediate threat without breaking a sweat.

The guard wasn't convinced. "And why should we do that?" he challenged, his stance firm.

"Well, you see, I'm..." Aurora began to explain, but before she could find the right words, an

unexpected savior emerged from the castle in haste. An old lady with a commanding presence, Miss Marigold, stepped forward, raising her voice. "Stop! Put those swords away, men," she ordered, her tone carrying authority.

"Miss Marigold, these ladies just appeared out of nowhere and are trespassing," one of the guards hastily explained, trying to justify their aggressive stance.

"These ladies are Royals and ambassadors of the Fairy Godmother," Miss Marigold announced firmly, her presence exuding a sense of power that demanded attention. "And if you know what's best for all of you, you'll put your swords away!" Her words held an air of knowledge, hinting at her connection to forces beyond the guards' comprehension.

Feeling the weight of her words, the guards reluctantly lowered their weapons, understanding the gravity of the situation. The chief head of the guards took a step forward, feeling remorse for his subordinates' actions. "I apologize on behalf of my subordinates for our transgression, ma'am's," he said, his voice showing respect and acknowledging their true titles as princesses. He humbled himself, bowing his knees in a sign of deference.

"That's quite alright; you are forgiven," Aurora said, savoring the triumphant moment, her voice carrying a regal grace. "Now that's dealt with, let's be on our way, Your Highnesses," Miss Marigold said, her warm smile inviting them to follow her inside the castle.

Aurora couldn't help but gloat quietly to Poison, "Told you I got this." Poison rolled her eyes, retorting in a hushed tone, "Ha! You didn't do squat. The only reason we're out of that mess is because of the old lady over there," gesturing subtly towards Miss Marigold, who was leading the way ahead.

"She's so annoying," Aurora vented to Elena, who was walking beside her, offering a reassuring smile. "You'll get used to it," Elena replied, trying to ease Aurora's irritation.

As they continued walking, unbeknownst to them, a figure stood high above the castle tower, peering down at the trio with an intense gaze, a mysterious presence observing them intently.

Miss Marigold guided them through the castle's lavish halls, a mix of vintage charm and timeless elegance surrounding them. Finally, they arrived at the opulent throne room, where the king and queen would receive them. "There we are, please be seated," Miss Marigold politely gestured towards the plush chairs. "The king and queen will be with you shortly."

"Thank you, Miss Marigold," Elena graciously acknowledged the old lady's assistance.

"It was nothing, Your Highness," Miss Marigold replied with a warm smile. "I must be on my way now." With that, she left them in the opulent throne room, the sound of her footsteps fading as she walked away.

As Miss Marigold's presence disappeared, the room seemed to echo with grandeur, and Aurora and Elena found their way to the plush seats and settled in, ready for the awaited audience with the royal couple. However, Poison, ever the free spirit, wandered around the vast expanse of the Throne room, her eyes captivated by the intricate architecture and the rich history it held.

Her fingers traced the carvings on the walls, and she couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Dang, how much gold do you think they melted to build this entire castle?"

Elena pondered for a moment, joining in on the speculation. "Hmm, maybe one million bars of gold?"

Aurora, however, wasn't as amused. "Don't encourage her," she protested. She tried to keep things in order, urging Poison, "Now come and have a seat before the King and Queen arrive."

High above the castle tower, in a cozy room, the mysterious figure stood gazing below.

"Oooh my, I'm getting too old for this, Your Highness," Miss Marigold sighed as she slowly ascended the stairs leading to the tower to reach Ria's room, which was perched high above the castle.

Ria, with her penetrating gaze, remained fixated on the vast horizon beyond her window. "Nanny, who are those girls you escorted inside?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Them? They're ambassadors sent by the Fairy Godmother," Miss Marigold replied, her trying to catch her breath after the taxing climb. "The Fairy Godmother? Why would she send those girls here?" Ria questioned, her surprise evident in her voice, as she turned to face Miss Marigold.

"That I don't know," Miss Marigold replied with a hint of mystery, pausing to regain her composure. "Oh my goodness. These stairs are going to be the death of me."

Concerned for her nanny's well-being, Ria rushed to her side, offering support as she urged, "Nanny, are you all right?" With gentleness in her touch, she helped Miss Marigold to take a seat.

"I'm alright, just trying to catch my breath, dear," reassured Miss Marigold, grateful for Ria's caring gesture. "You sure?" Ria persisted, her affection for her nanny evident in her eyes.

"Yes, princess, I'm fit as a horse," Miss Marigold replied with a smile, rising from her seat and taking Ria's hands in hers. With practiced ease, she guided Ria back to her chair to sit down.

In Ria's elegant chamber, bathed in soft sunlight, the conversation between her and Miss Marigold took on a more mature tone. As Ria settled into her seat, Miss Marigold spoke with a mix of authority and motherly affection, taking up a brush to gently stroke through Ria's hair.

"Those girls... do you think they're here concerning me, not accepting the Acceptance letter?" Ria asked thoughtfully, her gaze searching.

"I suppose that could be their reason," Miss Marigold replied, her fingers skillfully braiding Ria's hair. "Look at you, as fragile as a flower, a young lady in her prime. I've taken care of you for years."

Ria nodded, her thoughts about the Acceptance letter still swirling in her mind. "Yes, I know, but—" she began before being gently interrupted by Miss Marigold.

"That's right, to keep you safe and secure here. I always knew this day was coming. Soon, you'll want to leave high school. Soon, yes, but not yet," Miss Marigold said, braiding Ria's hair with tender care.

"If you'll just listen…" Ria tried to get a word in, but Miss Marigold placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. "Shh! Trust me, princess, nanny knows best," Marigold whispered softly. "Listen to me. High school is a scary place, one way or another something always goes wrong there, I swear."

Marigold continued to list the daunting aspects of high school life, from peer pressure to bullies, divas, and anxiety. "And let's not forget about the mingling," she elaborated. No! Really?" Ria turned around, seeking reassurance in Marigold's eyes.

"Yes!" Marigold confirmed. "Also, predatory men chasing after girls,… just thinking about it is upsetting. But don't you worry, 'cause Nanny's right here. Nanny will always protect you, Princess. Here's what I suggest: forget about high school and stay in the castle. After all, that's what's best," she concluded, finally finishing with Ria's braids.

Marigold then made her way to Ria's wardrobe, explaining why it would be better for her to forget about the letter. As she get Ria dress out, she continued to counsel, "Take it from Nanny, on your own, you won't survive. You're sloppy, you can't get yourself dressed, shy, and clumsy. Just forget about it; they'll eat you up alive" Miss Marigold warned, all the while assisting Ria in getting dressed.

Ria listened, her expression thoughtful, as Miss Marigold continued her critique. "Don't be gullible and naive, my dear, because that will only make you positively grubby," she added, her voice tinged with both care and concern. "If I may say, you're gaining a little weight," she remarked, adjusting the corset tightly around Ria's waist, making Ria gasp for air.

Feeling her corset tighten uncomfortably, Ria gasping for air, questioned, "A little tight, don't you think?"

"You know I'm saying and doing this because I love you," Marigold reassured her, guiding her to the mirror once she was dressed. "There, don't you look beautiful," she remarked, her smile showing a sense of pride in her work.

"You think so?" Ria asked, doubt lingering in her voice as she stared at her reflection.

"Of course, after all, Nanny knows best," Marigold said, holding her gently while they both admired her reflection together, a genuine smile gracing her lips.

In the grandeur of the throne room, the trumpets resounded, heralding the arrival of the king and queen. "See, come and sit down," urged Aurora, gesturing to the vacant seats. "But I'm already seated," as Poison suddenly materialized beside Elena, having effortlessly teleported herself, eliciting a startled reaction from Aurora. Elena smiled, finding amusement in Poison's magical antics, and replied, "You'll get used to that too," reassuring her.

The atmosphere shifted as the royal announcer proclaimed, "All rise to the King and Queen of Azureveil." Aurora gracefully rose from her seat, and the others followed suit, showing respect to the monarchs. who stood in awe of the regal couple's entrance.

The girls' eyes rested upon Repunzel and her husband, the king, as they walked towards their thrones, emanating an air of dignity and authority. The girls and the rest of the court followed suit, the room was filled with a sense of anticipation and respect.

Repunzel's piercing gaze scanned the room as she inquired, "Who are the visitors we have today?" The chamberlain, standing beside the Queen's throne, stepped forward and responded, "These are the ambassadors sent by the Fairy Godmother, Your Majesty."

Repunzel, however, wasn't fully satisfied with the response. "That didn't answer my question," she remarked with a glint of scrutiny in her eyes.

Elena took a step forward, summoning her courage to introduce herself, "Oh, I'm Elena Huntsman, Your Majesties." Before she could continue, Repunzel cut her off sharply, demanding an apology for speaking out of turn.

A flicker of irritation crossed Rapunzel's face, and she interrupted, "I'm sorry, but were you spoken to?"

"No, Your Majesty, but I just thought..." Elena started to explain, only to be hushed by a whispered advice from Aurora.

"Elena, just apologize and step back," Aurora advised discreetly, aware of the importance of protocol in the royal court. Elena quickly apologized, showing respect to the royal presence.

Elena couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and awkwardness after the queen's stern response. However, the king, ever the gracious monarch, spoke up to address the situation. "I apologize for my wife's behavior," he began, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. "You see, as Royals, we have cultural protocols that must be obliged."

Aurora, possessing a keen understanding of courtly etiquette, acknowledged the king's words with a respectful nod. "I understand quite well, Your Majesty," she replied, her demeanor poised and diplomatic. "I also apologize on behalf of my fellow princess; she was recently bestowed the title of crown princess in her own kingdom. As such, she may not be fully aware of the intricacies of Royal protocols yet," Aurora explained, taking the responsibility upon herself to smooth the situation.

Roderick, the king, exchanged a knowing look with his wife Repunzel. "Don't apologize for me," Repunzel asserted, leaning closer to the king's throne. With a graceful shift of her gaze, she addressed the trio of princesses, her piercing eyes assessing them. "The princess in the middle, would you mind introducing yourself and the others?" she inquired with an air of authority.

"It will be my pleasure, Your Majesty," Aurora responded with grace as she stepped forward and executed a curtsy befitting a princess. "I am Princess Aurora Beauty the second, hailing from the kingdom of Eternadream, Sleeping Beauty's domain," she introduced herself with confidence.

Elena and Poison followed Aurora's lead, performing their curtsies with poise and elegance. "Those two ladies behind me are Princess Elena Ella of the esteemed kingdom of Crystalhaven, Cinderella's domain," Aurora continued, acknowledging her associates, "and Princess Poison Queen."

Poison couldn't resist trying to ascertain the king and queen's knowledge about her kingdom. "From the kingdom of...?" she whispered to Aurora, hoping to hear her title spoken aloud.

Aurora, understanding the unspoken desire for secrecy, whispered back, "Oh, that's it."

To the attentive ears of the king and queen, Aurora extended her hand, offering them the envelope that was given to them by Farrah, the Fairy Godmother. Rapunzel motioned for one of her chamberlains to retrieve the letter from Aurora's hand and present it to her. The king and queen couldn't help but be curious about the contents of the letter. Repunzel couldn't help but notice the intrigue around Poison's last name and her potential connection to the Evil Queen. "Queen, you say? Should I infer that you might be related to the Evil Queen?" Rapunzel inquired, her eyes probing for answers.

"Yes, I am indeed, Your Majesty," Poison responded, her demeanor composed and respectful.

Rapunzel couldn't help but offer a playful remark, a hint of amusement as she addressed Poison's lineage, "I quite hope you didn't inherit your grandmother's sense of mischief."

Poison knew that her response carried weight, and she understood the delicate balance she had to maintain. A misstep could jeopardize their mission, and so she carefully chose her words. "Well, of course not, Your Majesty. I could never outwit my grandmother in the game of mischief," she replied. "However, I must add that I am well trained in the art of diplomacy and royal decorum."

Rapunzel nodded, "Well, that's good to hear," she replied, intrigued by Poison's response. Rapunzel put on her glasses, with her steady hand, she opened the letter, her piercing eyes scanning its contents. "Hmmm, mmmm," Rapunzel murmured, her eyes moving across the written words. She then handed the letter to her husband, the king, to read as well. A moment of silence enveloped the throne room as the royal couple absorbed the message and considered its implications.

The suspenseful silence lingered for a few moments until Rapunzel finally spoke up, "It says that you are here to see my granddaughter, is that correct?" she inquired, her gaze intent on Aurora.

Aurora stepped forward, "Yes, Your Majesty," she replied respectfully, confirming the purpose of their visit.

"And it also says that you're here to seek her friendship," the king inquired, his eyes shrewdly observing the three princesses. In the midst of the royal court, Elena couldn't help but voice her disbelief, "Friendship, really? That's the best excuse she could come up with," she whispered, her skepticism evident in her tone.

Aurora, too, hadn't anticipated such a premise, but she remained composed and managed to respond, "That's also correct, Your Majesty."

The conversation took an unexpected turn when Rapunzel questioned the true intentions behind their visit. "I'm hoping that you're sudden coming to seek her friendship, just because she declined the acceptance letter sent by the Fairy Godmother," she questioned, her curiosity evident in her probing gaze.

"Of course not, Your Majesty," Aurora answered with sincerity. Their true intentions were far more complex, but she knew it was best to tread carefully in revealing the details.

The king chimed in, emphasizing the importance of respecting their granddaughter's agency. "It's best not to be hasty in these matters," he began, "If it's friendship you seek, that's a decision our granddaughter has to make for herself."

As if the moment had been perfectly orchestrated, the royal announcer announced the arrival of their grandchildren. "Here they are now," the king commented, and the atmosphere in the throne room subtly shifted. The three princesses turned their attention towards the entrance, anticipation coursing through their veins.

"Announcing Her Royal Highness, Princess Ria O'Hair, Crown Princess of Azureveil, and His Royal Highness, Prince Punzo O'Hair, Prince of Azureveil," the royal announcer proclaimed, his voice echoing through the opulent throne room. Aurora led the way, executing a graceful curtsy to show her respect for the royal titles, and Elena and Poison followed suit, mirroring the gesture as a sign of deference, along with the rest of the people present.

As the two young Royals approached the throne, all eyes were drawn to Princess Ria, whose captivating hair mesmerized everyone present. Her golden blonde hair were intricately braided, cascading and riding along the floor and trailing behind her as she walked, her hands gracefully placed in front of her and her head respectfully bowed, the room seemed to be enchanted by her mesmerizing tresses. The sight of her magnificent hair elicited a reaction from Poison. "That's a lot of hair," she whispered, her awe evident.

Elena, equally impressed, chimed in with a grin, "I know, right!" She couldn't help but share a silent fist pump with Poison, united in their amazement.

However, Aurora reminded her companions to maintain decorum. "You two behave," she chided softly, casting a stern yet affectionate glance back at them.

Ria and Punzo gracefully took their seats beside their grandparents, their royal demeanor evident in their poise and regal presence. Punzo's gaze fell upon Poison, and in that moment, he found himself captivated, a rush of emotions washing over him - a crush, one might say. His heart skipped a beat as he couldn't help but be drawn to her.

"Ria, dear," the king called to his granddaughter, drawing her attention. "These fine princesses over there are here to see you."

Ria, still perplexed by the unexpected visit, inquired, "Me? Why?"

"Apparently, they were sent as emissaries to become your friends," the king explained, his eyes warm with affection for his granddaughter.

"Friends?" Ria echoed, her puzzlement giving way to interest.

"Yes, dear, they will be staying here for three days, if that's alright with you," the king clarified, leaving the decision in Ria's hands.

"I'm alright with them staying," Ria replied, agreeing to the arrangement.

Punzo, who couldn't resist a teasing remark, whispered under his breath, "Of course, you'd be alright with that."

The king's sharp ears caught his grandson's comment, and he inquired, "Did you say something, Punzo?"

"No, grandfather," Punzo quickly denied, attempting to dismiss the matter.

As the decision was settled, the king addressed the three princesses, "it's settled then," the king began "You three princesses will be escorted to your rooms, where you shall be staying during your visit." With that, the king and queen rose from their thrones, accompanied by Ria and Punzo.

With that, the king and queen rose from their seats, accompanied by Ria and Punzo, the other onlookers watched with curious eyes. Punzo couldn't resist one last gesture before departing, and as he passed Poison, he gave her a subtle wink - a sign of his flirtatious charm that left her momentarily flustered.

"What was that all about?" Elena inquired, walking closer to Poison, curiosity evident in her expression. Poison shook her head with a chuckle. "I have no idea," she replied, both of them amused by Punzo's playful jest.

As they stood there, pondering the events, a castle maid approached them with utmost respect. "Excuse me, Your Highnesses," the maid addressed them.

"Yes?" Aurora acknowledged.

"I'm here to escort you to your rooms, ma'ams," the maid informed them, her demeanor polite and attentive. "Please follow me," she continued, leading the way to their designated chambers.

Arriving at their destination, the maid presented them with three rooms, situated conveniently side by side. Each room was exquisitely adorned, reflecting the opulence and elegance of the castle. "Here we are, Your Highnesses," she stated, confirming the arrangement.

Elena couldn't help but clarify, "So we'll be staying in separate rooms?"

"Yes, that is correct, Your Highness," the maid confirmed with a nod, her duty to ensure their comfort and satisfaction evident in her every move. "I see," Elena nodded, satisfied with the arrangement.

Upon reaching their rooms, they entered one by one, each space elegantly prepared and adorned for royalty. Before the princesses could close their doors, the maid had one more message to deliver, "Your Highnesses, the king would like to invite the three of you for dinner this evening."

Aurora, still concerned about their attire, recalled her conversation with Farrah. "See, this is what I was trying to tell Miss Goodfairy about, and now we have nothing to wear," she sighed.

However, the attentive maid had a solution at hand. "You have no need to fret, Your Highness," she began, "dresses have already been laid down for each of you in your wardrobe."

Elena couldn't help but add a hint of sarcasm, "dressed, huh?"

Aurora, recognizing the maid's helpfulness, responded graciously, "Oh, alright then. Thank you" she said, feeling relieved that the matter had been taken care of.

With that, the girls immersed themselves in their respective rooms to prepare for the evening's dinner with the king. As they carefully selected their elegant gowns. Each of them felt a sense of anticipation for the conversations and connections that would unfold during the royal banquet. As they readied themselves, the castle buzzed with whispers and hopeful expectations, as if the very air held secrets and surprises about the significance of their mission and the potential friendships and alliances that could arise from their time at Azureveil.

Amidst the preparations, a voice interrupted the scene. It was Brooke, filled with urgency as she addressed the reader directly. "I'm so sorry for interrupting your reading and leaving you hanging there, but I have an important issue that needs my immediate attention," she said thoughtfully.

Her enthusiasm couldn't be contained as she continued, "I wonder what this dinner will hold," she mused, "and how their new connections with the royal family will unfold in the coming days. The significance of their mission and the potential for friendships and alliances are boundless during their time at Azureveil."

Brooke's words teased at the secrets and revelations that lay ahead. Her eyes sparkled as she whispered conspiratorially, "And most importantly, the secrets about the pages, setting the stage for the next chapter in their extraordinary journey."

Realizing she might have divulged too much, Brooke playfully covered her mouth with her hand. "I think I said too much," she admitted, though her grin hinted at her delight in sharing the tantalizing hints. "But nevertheless, if you really want to know what I truly meant, you have to keep reading. After all, this ending is just the beginning."