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It was an ordinary afternoon when a luxurious red envelope appeared on the Fairy Godmother’s desk. The magic woven into it was familiar, reminiscent of the old days at Merlin Academy. She picked it up, feeling the gentle but dense magic, tinged with the faint scent of roses. It was from Red, but why? The new semester at Auradon University wasn’t set to start for another three weeks. Carefully, she broke the wax seal and pulled out a piece of white parchment adorned with rose watermarks along the edges. This was a formal letter.

"Dear Fairy Godmother, I am reaching out regarding the upcoming school year at Auradon. This letter is to inform you that I will not be continuing my studies at your institution. I hope this finds you in good health.

Sincerely, Red of Hearts."

The woman stared at the letter in disbelief. It bore the royal seal of Wonderland, verifying its authenticity. She felt a strong urge to contact Bridget, but the seal was proof enough that the Empress was aware of Red’s decision. With a sigh, she moved on to the paperwork necessary to terminate the young princess’s enrollment. The Fairy wondered what could have led to this choice, but it wasn’t her place to interfere in her students’ affairs. She could only hope that everything was all right.

Four Weeks Later

Chloe Charming finished her fencing practice that Friday and headed to her dormitory. She was tired and on edge after her first week of classes. Red’s absence only heightened her anxiety. Entering her room, Chloe saw several suitcases in the common area of the small apartment. However, they weren’t red ,they were green. She froze, staring at them in confusion. Footsteps sounded from Red’s room and then the door opened, revealing a tall redhead.

“Oh. Hey, Chloe! Long time no see!” The girl greeted her with a cheerful hug.

“Aline. What are you doing here?” Chloe managed to ask.

“Well, it turns out we’ll be living together this year. Clara and I decided to take a break from each other. We had a big fight and the Fairy Godmother said there was a free spot here, so here I am.”

Chloe barely registered anything beyond the words “free spot.” The two cousins were at it again. The daughters of Anna and Elsa were a true force of chaos even more disruptive than the princess and the rebel...

“There’s no free spot.” Chloe stated.

“What do you mean?” Aline frowned.

“This room is mine and Red’s.” Chloe clarified firmly.

“I know, but the Fairy Godmother said there was a free bed here.” Aline’s own confusion was evident.

Chloe dropped her fencing gear to the floor and rushed toward the Fairy Godmother’s office. Crossing the courtyard, she was greeted by many people, but she didn’t respond or even hear them. In her mind, there was only one person—one red-haired princess. She spotted Dizzy, Celia, and Chester out of the corner of her eye, running past them slightly out of breath.

“Hey, Chloe! What’s going on?” Her cousin asked.

“Ches.” She caught her breath. “Where’s Red?”

She asked urgently.The boy tensed. Many people in the courtyard were now watching them. He avoided Chloe’s intense gaze.

“Well Clover, she...”

“Where is Red?!” Chloe repeated, louder and more forcefully, her frustration building.

Chester swallowed hard, bracing himself under the eyes of his classmates.

“I-I Chester Cheshire, am permitted only to inform you that Red is well, Princess Chloe Charming.” He stated firmly.

She reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him close and nearly lifting him off the ground, even though he stood a head taller.

“I’m not in the mood for games.” She said quietly. He shrugged out of her grip and straightened his black shirt.

“Neither am I.” He replied, aware that everyone was watching them.

“Ches, where’s Scarlet?” Dizzy asked worriedly.

“She’s home.”

“When will she be back? The school year has started.” Dizzy pressed.

“I don’t know. She hasn’t told me anything since she was become crowned princess about two months ago.” He whispered.

The blue-haired princess stood in shock. Red was crowned princess. When? How? Why so early? They were only 19. She turned away and continued toward the Fairy Godmother’s office. Everything around her the people, the corridors blurred. It was as if she was moving in a trance when she finally reached the door and burst in. The Godmother was in the middle of a conversation with her daughter.

“What… Chloe, dear. Why do you look so pale?” The woman asked, rising from her chair.

“Where’s Red?” Chloe asked directly. The woman paused, looking concerned.

“Didn’t you know?”

“No. She didn’t arrive last week and I assumed she was busy with duties, but now Aline’s in our room and Chester…” A gentle hand took hers. Jane pulled her to a soft armchair and eased her down.

“Take a deep breath.” She said, offering a glass of water.

“But Red—”

“I’ll answer your question, but you need to breathe first.” The Fairy Godmother insisted.

Over the next few minutes, Chloe pulled herself together, sipped the water and calmed down.

“All right. I want you to know that I don’t have much information myself.”

“Understood.” Chloe waited patiently.

“Three weeks ago, I received an official letter from Red.” The woman began, taking a deep breath. “She informed me that she would not be continuing her studies at Auradon.”

“What do you mean? For this year, or…?”

“I don’t know. The letter was very clear and straightforward. When Chester and the other Wonderland students arrived on time, he gave me another letter.”

“What did it say?”

“That letter is confidential, but to summarize, it stated that the students will need to return to Wonderland for about a month toward the end of winter. Some kind of tradition. Chester didn’t elaborate.” She returned to her chair. “Please don’t be too hard on the poor boy. He’s just following orders.”

Chloe clenched her fists. She understood now. Red wasn’t coming back and Chester wouldn’t reveal what he knew, even if threatened.

“All right. Thank you for your time and I apologize for bursting in.” She said, rising from her seat.

“Would you like to switch rooms?” Came the voice behind her.

“No, that won’t be necessary.” She crossed the office and opened the door. “Have a good day.” And with that, she left.

In the corridor, Dizzy and their friends were waiting. Chester sat apart from the group, staring at the nearby wall.

“What’s going on?” Chloe walked past her friends, stopping in front of Chester, who met her eyes with a look of sadness.

“I just want to know one thing.”

“If I’m allowed to say, I will.” He assured her.

“Is Red’s absence related to what happened last year?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chloe.” He replied.She nodded, turning to look at their friends.

“Red isn’t coming back. I don’t know why. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m tired from practice.” Everyone watched as the young woman walked slowly down the hallway.

The path back to treir room or rather, her room. Not their room felt like an eternity. She entered, gathered her equipment from the floor, grabbed her pajamas and stepped into the shower. The moment the hot water hit her skin, she started to cry. Red was gone. She knew she had made a mistake last year a huge, colossal mistake. But she had hoped that after the summer, they would sit down, talk and work things out. It seemed she’d been wrong. She washed her hair, but as she began washing her body, the tears came harder. Memories she’d been haunted by for months resurfaced. What a fool she had been, to push away her rebel. Her Jabberwock. After her shower, she put on her pajamas and went to bed. It was late afternoon, the sun still not set, but for Chloe. It felt like night ,a night without stars or moonlight, just darkness. She lay down on her blue sheets, running her hand gently over the fabric. Fresh tears fell as she closed her eyes. “I love you.” She heard in her mind. She remembered that hoarse voice in that moment, wishing she’d said it back. No. She should have shouted it back. But back then, she had just… She sighed deeply.

“I ruined everything, didn’t I? How I miss you, my Jabberwock.” She punched the nearby pillow, but it didn’t solve her problems.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

“What are you doing now, my rebel?” She whispered to the empty room.

Chapter Text

Red had returned home two weeks ago. Her bad mood did not go unnoticed by anyone. The young princess was irritable and restless. Bridget had tried to talk to her little rose, but she had been rudely dismissed.

The fact that a week after her return, Red began to feel weak and tired did not help her mood either. At the moment, she was kneeling in front of the toilet in her room. For the third day in a row, her breakfast was being flushed down the drain. Once her stomach emptied, she stood up. She washed her face and hands at the sink. She definitely needed to see a doctor in the coming days. She fixed her makeup and left to meet her mom for their first court meeting of the week. The black and red gown that reached the floor accentuated her silhouette more than pleasantly. Lately, she had been feeling bloated, but that was probably due to changes in her diet.

Over the past three years since she and Chloe had traveled through time, many things had changed. One of those things was Red’s wardrobe. While it still contained leather, some of her pants had been replaced with dresses and skirts. The color palette had expanded from black, red and white. Now she enjoyed green, blue, yellow, purple and sometimes even orange.  She moved gracefully down the corridor toward the court, a lightness in her step that had once been hidden beneath rough and hurried movements. She reveled in her own rhythm, something the tyrant of her past had denied her.

Her relationship with the new kind Bridget had started hesitantly.  It was tentative and restrained, limited to brief conversations until that first winter solstice holiday bu the rebel. During those nine days, everything came to light. The woman had summoned Red to her private office in her quarters on the third day, and they talked. She had grilled Red until the girl began to open up and then she listened. Since then, Red had started sharing small details about her past. Yes, they had difficult moments, like the time Bridget walked in on Red while she was changing and saw old scars from a life full of horrors. This had led to many tears from the woman and a small panic attack for the girl, who didn’t know how to handle it.

Then things changed again. Red was examined by a woman she had long considered dead. Mila, the old royal healer who had delivered her at birth. That examination had been thorough and extensive and to this day, she was glad she convinced Bridget to let her go alone. Yes, the queen had received a report afterward, but she hadn’t heard the horrors and cruelties behind most of the scars. This marked the beginning of a new routine. Red would tell the woman one story from her past during each of their meetings. The two had built their relationship on trust and communication, which is why the Empress was now so concerned about the girl’s silence.

After the court meeting, Red excused herself from her mother and headed to visit Mila. She declined to bring an entourage or even a horse, choosing instead to take a walk. People on the streets smiled and waved at her as she passed. Her attention was caught by a pear stand as she strolled through a small market. She stopped, feeling an odd craving. Pears weren’t usually something she enjoyed, but right now, she really wanted one.

“May I have a few pears?” She asked the vendor, reaching into the left pocket of her dress for coins.

“Of course.” He replied, selecting a few large ones and placing them in a cloth bag.

Red even reached out and picked one herself from the pile. He handed her the fruits but refused her money. She insisted and placed a silver coin in his hand, knowing it was more than enough since she didn’t have copper coins. He quickly returned her about 30 copper coins, for which she thanked him.

Continuing her way through the market, she bought blueberries, raspberries and strawberries for her mother. At the end of the market, she stopped by an elderly woman who was complaining that a group of children had tried to steal her honey. Two soldiers were currently scolding them.

“You shouldn’t take things that aren’t yours.” One guard said.

“But we bought a jar and the old hag refused to give it to us.” One of the children defended.

Red’s gaze immediately shifted to the vendor, feeling an instinctive need to stand up for the kids. The woman had a satisfied look on her face.

“Excuse me, but is that true?” Red asked.

“These little rascals are lying.” The woman said without looking at her.

In that instant, Red realized the old woman had swindled the children.

“How much for a jar of your honey?” Red asked gently.

“Fifteen copper coins. It’s written on the sign.”

“Isn’t that a bit expensive?” The woman looked at her.

“Well...” She began, only to freeze in mid-sentence.

“How many jars have you sold today?” Red’s voice was firm and her eyes glinted softly with the magic beneath her skin.

“Seven.”

“That makes 105 copper coins. If I called the guards to check how much money you have, is that  the number thay would find?” She asked sweetly but with a dangerous undertone.

“I...”

“Shall I remind you that you’ve already lied to me once? I advise you to choose your words wisely.” She warned, making the vendor tremble before her.

“I... I’m sorry.” She bowed.

Red snapped her fingers and the sound caught the attention of many people, including the children and soldiers.

“My good soldiers, please leave these innocent children and speak with this deceitful woman here.” The men immediately bowed and went to the vendor.

The heir took a jar and went to the children.

“This must be yours.” The oldest child, a boy with black hair, took it.

“Thank you.” He said cheerfully.

An elderly man was about to scold him for not recognizing Red, but when she raised her dark eyes to him, he stopped.

“It’s my pleasure. Tell me, where are your parents?”

“Our father is at the palace. He’s a guard. Our mother is sick. The honey is for her.” The boy extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Oleron.”

She paused for a moment.

“Rose. You have a strong name.” She said, taking his small hand in hers.

“Mom said I’m named after an ancient ruler. These are Leo, Hemi and our sister, Shelly.” He introduced each of the children.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you mind if I walked with you?”

“No.”

So, Red walked with the children. The youngest, a little girl no older than four, even reached out to hold her hand. They walked a short distance until they reached a small house. Oleron simply opened the door and walked inside.

“Mom, we’re back!” The other boys followed him.

Only Shelly stayed with Red on the doorstep.

“Where did you all disappear to?” Came a tired voice. “Where is your sister?”

“We wanted to get you honey, but the old hag tried to cheat us.” Oleron explained. “But a lady helped us.”

The woman took the jar, setting it down somewhere and then heavy footsteps echoed in the hall. A blonde woman in her early thirties appeared, her eyes widening when she saw Red.

“May I come in?” The little girl let go of her hand and ran to the woman.

“She has very pretty hair.” Shelly spoke for the first time.

Red smiled as the woman met her gaze.

“Yes. Please, come in.” She said. The heir stopped her with a hand to prevent her from bowing.

“It’s my pleasure. No need for formalities.” They entered a small living room and the woman gestured to the couch, where Red took a seat.

“Would you like some tea? We don’t have much…”

“I’d be delighted to make some for you, if you don’t mind. Oleron mentioned that you’re unwell.” Red snapped her fingers and movement began in kitchen room.

“It’s just a cold. Thank you for helping the children.” She said, settling into an armchair.

“I usually stay out of market disputes, but they’re just kids. It’s our responsibility to teach them kindness and they were only trying to do something good. That’s why I stepped in. Have you seen a doctor?”

“Yes. Mila said I’m fine. She’s the old healer. She delivered all my children.” The woman stroked her daughter’s hair.

“It’s a small world.” Red laughed. “She brought me into this world too. I was actually on my way to see her when I met your kids.”

“Are you well?” The woman asked, concerned.

“Yes, just a bit of an upset stomach lately. I haven’t been home for long.”

“Yes, you were studying in...”

“MAMA, THE TEAPOT IS FLOATING!” A shout came from the other room, making Red chuckle.

“Yes, that’s me. Don’t worry, dear. It’s fine.” Red called back. “Would you like to have some pears with me?”

Red took the pears from her bag.

“Can I?” Shelley asked eagerly.

“Of course.” Her mother accepted, smiling. “You’re very kind.”

The girl got up to rinse the fruit. She entered the small kitchen, where the three boys watched the tea magically prepare itself.

“What’s up, little ones?” She began washing the pears.

“The teapot… Is that magic?”

“Yes. It’s quite common around here.”

“Only Grandma Mila uses magic for everyday stuff here.” Hemi said. “Are you like her?”

“In some ways, yes and in others, no. Want to come have some pears?” The boys nodded.

A few minutes later, the tea was ready. The four of them returned to the living room with the teapot floating behind them, followed by several cups. Red and the children sat on the couch as the tea poured itself. She pulled out a folding knife to slice the pears.

“Help yourselves.” She handed each child a slice.

Then, she cut the remaining pears and placed them on a plate, taking a piece for herself. The taste was sweet, though slightly tart.

“Ah, now I remember why I don’t usually like pears.” The children giggled. “But somehow, I like them today.”

“I don’t like strawberries.” Leo shared.

“Lucky you. I didn’t have that choice. They’re my mom’s favorite.”

“Did she make you eat them?” He asked, concerned.

“Not exactly, but they were in everything while I was growing up. Even now strawberries in soup, in fish. Once, they even ended up in my dessert.”

“But strawberries go in desserts.” Shelly noted.

“Yes, but this was a lemon pie.” Red said, making the children laugh again.

“Was it any good?” Leo asked curiously.

“Honestly, I don’t remember the taste, but I was really disappointed at the time. I should ask her to make it again and you can come try it with me.”

At that suggestion, the children excitedly started asking how she had learned magic. Cards protect her, she thought and simply replied that it was in her blood. The children didn’t quite understand. She explained a bit about how magic worked and after a few more bites of fruit, the boys ran outside to play in the yard. Shelley to darted off somewhere.

“I hope I didn’t intrude.” Red said.

“It’s an honor to have you in our home, Your Majesty. You’re very good with children.”

“To be honest, these are the first children I’ve spoken to in quite a while.” It was true. The last child she had really talked to was herself. “It’s nearing two o’clock, though. So I should probably be going.”

Just then, Shelly returned holding a book and handed it to Red. It was a fairy tales.

“Will you read to me?” She settled beside the redhead.

“Do you want to hear a story? Which one?” The child nodded.

“Doesn’t matter. I know them all already.”

“Would you like to hear a different story?” The kid nodded with a smile. “All right.”

A few ideas flashed through Red’s mind and she thought of blue curls.

“Once upon a time, there was a princess in not-so-distant times. She was brave and kind. Interestingly enough, she was also a knight. She loved her sword even more than her favorite hat. But one day, she lost it… or at least, she thought she had. In truth, a certain rebel had stolen it to distract her. So, she set out to search…”

Toward the end of the story the little girl fell asleep next to Red. The mother sat relaxed in her armchair.

“Did she find the sword?”

“Yes.  A month later, she even had a new one right beside it. In time for her birthday.”

“That’s a lovely story. I once knew a knight like that, but he doesn’t love his sword most anymore.” The woman said with a nostalgic smile.

“I’d love to hear about him someday. But now, I should be going before the guards start searching for me.” She gently repositioned the little girl to lie comfortably on the couch.

“It was a pleasure.” Red said, standing up. “I’ll say goodbye to the boys.”

She said farewell to the children.Then she told them that if they ever had any trouble, they could ask the soldiers for the Rose of Hearts. They nodded and she departed. Milla’s house was only a few minutes away. When she arrived, she knocked softly on the door. An elderly woman with white hair answered.

“Child, what are you doing here? And during nap time?” The woman grumbled.

“I should have been here earlier, but I got distracted. I came for a quick check-up.” The woman stepped aside, allowing her in.

The house smelled strange, as always, but today something was particularly unpleasant for Red. There was a sharp, heavy odor that made her stomach tighten. The girl left her bag on a nearby cabinet and ran to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied for the second time that day. Gentle hands gathered her loose hair back. When she stood up, she was barely able to stay on her feet. Quickly, she turned to the sink and washed up.

"Is this why you're here?" The woman asked as she let go of Red's red locks after the girl had cleaned herself up.

“That’s part of it. My stomach hasn’t been right these past few days. And the smell here is awful.”

The older woman moved further into the house.

“I’ll open a window. I was experimenting earlier that’s probably what you’re smelling.” Red leaned against the sink, looking at her reflection. She was a bit pale, though maybe it was just the light.

After a few minutes, Red dared to leave the bathroom. The smell lingered but was much weaker now and tolerable. She made her way to the kitchen, where Mila was.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes, it’s still there, but it’s bearable."

"I’m making us some tea. What did you eat today?"

"I had breakfast with Mom. Fruit salad and muffins, but about half an hour later, everything went into the toilet. Then I attended court and decided to visit you. I ate some pears, but those ended up in the toilet too."

"Alright. I’ll give you some white cake. Drink this water." She said, handing her a glass. "Then go sit in the green room. We’ll talk there and then I’ll examine you."

Red drank the water in small sips and moved to the green room without protest. The healer joined her a few minutes later, placing a plate of vegetables and cake in front of her.

"What symptoms did you have?" Mila asked as she poured tea.

“Lately, I just haven’t felt right. I have trouble getting out of bed. I’ve been nauseous every morning for the past three days. I feel bloated. I think it’s just the change in diet.” She crunched on a carrot.

"No cough or fever?" Mila asked and Red shook her head. "Anything else that’s been bothering you?"

“Well, Mom says my moods are all over the place, but I haven’t noticed. I admit I’m having a harder time controlling my emotions, but it’s not because of anything specific.”

“Any idea why that might be?” Red hesitated.

"Yes, but I don’t want to talk about it. The last months at school were tough."

"Anything else, even small things, that bothered you?"

"No."

"So, everything else has been normal?"

"Yes. I just came because I know if Mom finds out, she’ll scold me for not coming sooner."

"I see. The cause might indeed be the change in diet or environment, but this hasn’t happened before. Let’s start with routine questions. How’s your magic these days?"

"A little out of control, like me, but there haven’t been any outbursts or anything like that."

"And your cycle?" The girl froze just before taking a bite of cake.

She lowered the piece back onto her plate, her expression thoughtful.

"I haven’t had one this month. And can’t recall last month’s either." The woman’s eyes lit up with realization.

"Finish eating. Then we’ll do a quick check-up for both you and your magic." Mila said.“And don’t drink the tea.”

Red enjoyed her food peacefully as Milla regaled her with tales of recent emergencies. She nearly choked with laughter when Milla described how a flamingo had accidentally chopped off its own leg with an axe. Once she’d finished, they moved to a small, cozy white room with a bed and medical equipment. Red sat on the bed and Milla on a mobile swivel stool.

"Let’s start by removing your cloaking amulet. I have a theory, but I’m not entirely sure."

Red nodded and removed the gold bracelet from her left wrist.

The room quickly filled with a delicate scent of vanilla and earth. Red’s magic always smelled earthy. Chloe had once said it smelled like tulips, but Red herself had never noticed it. Mila’s expression turned thoughtful immediately.

"What is it?" Red asked, feeling relaxed now that her magic wasn’t suppressed.

"Do you feel any different at the moment?" Their eyes met.

The rebel took a breath and closed her eyes, focusing on sensing her magic. At first, everything felt normal.  But as she tuned in more deeply, she sensed something else. An extremely faint magic mixed with her own.

"There’s something mixed with my magic. It’s very weak." She said.

Mila stood up and moved the ultrasound machine closer to the cot.

"Yes, I’m now 99% sure what’s going on, but let’s confirm it. Take off your dress."

Red complied and Mila prepared the machine.

"The gel will be cold." Mila warned.

The girl nodded and the older woman applied gel to Red’s slightly swollen abdomen, then placed the transducer on her skin. Red took a breath. A black-and-white image appeared on the screen.  Milla moved the device around, scanning. After about a minute, she paused and turned the screen so Red could see.

"Do you see this?" She pointed to a formation on the screen.

Red recognized it immediately, but… it couldn’t be possible.

"No. This can’t be..." She swallowed hard. "Is that... a baby?"

"Yes. An embryo, approximately 11 weeks along." Mila said, adjusting the transducer slightly. "And this... this is the second baby."

"Second?"

She was lost in thought for a moment. How was this possible? She’d only been with... just one night. The best night of her life but the worst morning.

"Yes, it seems so. If we’re lucky, we can hear their heartbeats. Would you like to?"Red simply nodded.

A minute later, after some adjustments, Milla pressed a button and the room filled with the sound of rapid thumping.

"But that’s only one heartbeat." Red said nervously.

"Listen closely. There are two. They’re almost in sync." Mila reassured her.

The girl listened carefully and noticed a slight difference in rhythm. There were indeed two heartbeats.

"Would you like to listen a bit longer?"

"Yes." The girl whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks.

This sound. They were her children. After a moment, she stopped crying and composed herself. She needed to be strong.

"How is this possible?"

“What exactly do you mean, dear?” Milla turned off the machine and handed Red a tissue to clean up.

"How am I pregnant?"Mila raised her eyebrows.

“Need me to remind you how it happens? The fact that you’re in this state suggests you know.”

"Yes, but..." Red fell silent.

"What is it?"

"I’ve never been with a man," She whispered and Mila’s eyes widened.“It was only once. One night. We were a bit tipsy… both of us.”

Milla took a deep breath, rubbing her forehead.

“Get dressed while I gather my thoughts.” Red got up immediately.

Red quickly complied. After dressing, she sat back on the bed.

"You weren’t wearing your bracelet?" Mila asked, and Red shook her head. No.

"You know that here, magic sometimes does whatever it wants, right?"

"Yes. But this?"

"Red, you love this person, don’t you?" Mila asked. Red nodded. "Do you see a future with her?"

"I did before.. but now..."

"Let me clarify. On the night of conception, did you think about wanting to spend your life with her? To never be a part?" The girl blushed.

"Yes. My thoughts from that night are a little hazy, but after the first time, we talked a bit and then..." She covered her face with her hands. "Yes, I thought about it."

"That’s how it happened. Your magic is similar to Bridget’s, but yours is more connected to life around you. Your magic is deeply intertwined with living energy."

"I know. That’s why I can read people, predict their actions just by looking at them."

"But you can also transfer energy."

"Yes, though I wouldn’t call myself a healer. I can heal, but my magic revolves more around plants and teapots."

“I know, child. You have a rare gift. You can infuse magic into inanimate objects. I won’t even start on your affinity for nature. Just as your mother turns cards into soldiers, you could raise an entire army from a single rose or daffodil. That’s what I’m talking about. You wanted an eternal bond and your magic did the rest. Now, you have two such bonds.”

"And what do I do now?"

“And what should I do?”

“That’s for you to decide. It’s a bit late for an abo—”

The rebel froze for a moment. The image of Shelly and her brothers appeared in her mind. The children had been so sweet and wild. They were innocent, just like the embryos in her body. No. The roses. Red felt shaken by the mere thought.

"No. That’s not an option. Fate has given me this . It gave me them." she said, wrapping her arms around herself. "It’s just... the other parent won’t want anything to do with this."

"Why do you think that?"

The heiress was silent for a moment.

"Because she said it was a mistake and then distanced herself." she said, tears welling up. " And… I’m only 19. How will I tell my mom?”

The older woman got up and hugged the rebel.

"If this is what you want, just talk to Bridget. She’ll have questions and she won’t be thrilled about the circumstances, but she’ll support you. She raised you alone too. And many people stood by her me, your aunt, the Rabbit, even Mads. Both of you weren’t alone then and you won’t be now either."

The tears slowly subsided. Mila handed Red a tissue to wipe away her smeared makeup.

“Thank you. For not scolding me and for being here.”

"Your grandmother and I were like sisters. I have to fill some of the void left by her early passing." Mila said, quickly wiping her own eyes. " Do you want to know their genders?"

"I don’t know." Red admitted, thinking it over.

"I can write the genders of both babies on slips of paper and give them to you in an envelope. You can look when you’re ready."

"Alright. And they’re healthy?"

"Yes, everything looks fine and their heartbeats are strong." Mila said, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Turn around. I’ll also write down a few prescriptions for vitamins and supplements. They’ll help with appetite and nausea. If things get worse or you have questions, you’re always welcome."

Mila finished writing, tucked the two folded slips into an envelope and sealed it. She gently touched the girl’s shoulder, who accepted the prescriptions and the envelope.

"Will you deliver my babies?" The young girl asked nervously.

"It would be an honor, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Mila." Red said, hugging her again.

“And if your mother throws a fit, send her to me, all right?” Milla released her. “Though honestly, I’m more worried about that little Hatter. He’ll lose his mind.”

"Alright." Red said with a soft smile as she prepared to head home.

The walk back to the palace was peaceful and the sun was still up. In the red-haired girl’s mind, there were countless thoughts causing her to doubt herself. She stopped and took a deep breath. Unconsciously, her left hand rested on her almost-flat stomach. Ever since her love had abandoned her, she had felt empty, alone.Red realized she was spiraling, but there was no one she could turn to without exposing Chloe. The pain in her chest had also brought back old habits.

 The young heiress had simply withdrawn from her friend group and started nursing her wounds. At first, her withdrawal had been abrupt and Dizzy had asked what was wrong. Red had built a facade and forced herself to see Chloe despite the pain. But after two weeks, it became clear that Charming was avoiding not only Red but their shared apartment to. Over time, the pain turned into anger and the heiress decided she didn’t want to deal with the foolish emotions of those around her. She used the approaching exams as an excuse to stop seeing everyone.

Chester had questioned her a few times. She kept repeating that it was stress, exams and other trivial excuses. The cat chose to believe her. But both of them knew there was more to it, but they stayed silent. Thus, Red finished her first year with the highest marks in her major. After her final exam, she ran away. She spent a few moments informing her friends that she was heading home and then drove off alone. Still alone, not more angry just empty, hollow.

But she wasn’t alone anymore. For her entire life, she had only cared for herself, for her own survival. Now, she would care for another living beings. For innocent little beings who weren’t to blame for anything. They were simply there, defenseless and tiny, not even of this world yet. They hadn’t even taken their first breaths. How could they be at fault for anything? How could Mila even suggest she might harm these little sparks of magic?

Her children. Her little roses. A smile appeared on her face. She knew what she had to do for herself.

"My roses. Yes, you are mine. And I want you. Your other m... parent made her choice. Now, I make mine. And that is you." she  whispered as she continued walking, her hand resting on her stomach.

Her mind was calm for the first time since finding out. She had made her decision and no one could change it.

Red arrived at the palace just before dinner. She quickly fixed her makeup and headed to the small dining room where she and Bridget ate together. She carried the strawberries she had bought at the market. The Empress was already at the table, looking over some documents.

"Hello, my dear. How was your day?" Bridget asked without looking up from the papers.

"Good. The walk was refreshing. I met a group of children at the market. I bought you some strawberries." Bridget immediately set the papers down.

Her eyes lit up slightly when she saw the fruit.

"For me?" Red had a gentle smile. Sometimes her mother was like a child.

"Yes, Mom. For you." She said, taking her seat at the table next to her mom.

The Empress immediately reached for the strawberries, but Red pulled them away.

"Shall we eat dinner first?"

"Fine." the Empress pouted slightly.

They ate dinner together as Bridget shared the events of her day while Red had been out of the palace. Red, however, was mostly quiet, her mind buzzing with questions. How would she tell her mother? How would Bridget react? With these questions weighing on her, she excused herself from their usual evening tea and retreated to her room. She took out the envelope and prescriptions, staring at them for a moment. She realized she didn’t have a plan for the future. Sitting on the edge of her bed with the envelope in hand, she thought things over. She’d be home for about nine more weeks, then would need to return to Auradon for her second year. She was at 11 weeks now, so she’d be around 21 weeks upon her returned to school.

She thought of blue curls.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the envelope in her hands and decided to prepare for bed first. Tonight, it took her longer than usual, as she paid special attention to her stomach in the mirror. Though she wouldn’t admit it. After putting on her pajamas, she picked up the envelope and walked toward her mother’s quarters. She passed a few night guards, who only nodded at her.

Stopping in front of Bridget’s doors, she paced for a moment. Memories of the past surfaced and Red feared the queen would throw her in the dungeon or worse. But she took a deep breath and reminded herself this was Bridget. Her mom. The kind woman who always baked for her and wanted to know everything about her. She took another deep breath.

"Mom! It’s me. May I come in?" She called out softly.

"Come in." A gentle voice replied from inside.

Red pressed down on the handle and...

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Red entered her mother’s private chambers. There were four doors. First leading to her private study, another to her tea room, a third to her bedroom and the last one to the guest room which used to be Red's childhood room. She crossed the space and slowly opened the third door.

Bridget was in her bed, sitting up and reading a book under the soft glow of her bedside lamp. An empty teacup rested on the nightstand. Her hair was gathered into a slightly messy high bun. She glanced over her book.

“Hello, my dear Rose. What’s the matter?” She asked.

“I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight.” Red said quietly.

The woman immediately set her book aside. Her hazel eyes scanned her daughter, taking in every detail.

“Of course, but what’s wrong?” She asked, sensing something was amiss. “What are you holding?”

Red approached the bed, moving to the far side. She climbed in, settling closer to the center so she could be near her mother. She placed an envelope on the other side, farther from Bridget and lay down under the covers.

“I don’t know how to start this conversation.”Girl admitted.

“Take your time, my Rose. I’m here,” Bridget said softly, her hand gently running through Red’s fiery hair.

Red stared at the dimly lit room the pale pink walls, the dusty rose-colored sheets and the white furniture. The only red in the room came from the vases overflowing with roses. The space exuded gentleness and warmth, making her feel at ease. Her thoughts drifted to the last weeks at school, the emptiness she felt and the pain of rejection.

“I’m not going back to Auradon this fall.” She finally said and the hand in her hair stopped.

“Why, my dear?” Bridget asked, her hazel eyes meeting Red’s.

“Because there are more important things in my life now.” The woman shifted slightly, positioning herself to watch her daughter more closely.

"Red said, looking up at Bridget’s hazel eyes.

"What is more important than your education?" Red felt the tears well up in her eyes.

"My heart." Bridget immediately pulled the girl into her arms.

"What do you mean?"

"I fell in love... No, I loved and was rejected." She admitted through her tears.

"That’s part of life..."

"You don’t understand, Mom. I gave myself." Red felt the arms around her tighten. "In the morning, I woke up alone. Then the person pulled away and began avoiding me. It was the most beautiful night of my life. But afther..."

"Alright. Just tell me who it is and..." Red's hand gently caressed the woman's jaw.

"It doesn’t matter. I don’t want that." She laughed softly. "That’s not even the funniest part of the situation."

"Why? What’s going on?"

"I haven’t been feeling well these days."

"Yes."

"Today, I went to see Grandma Mila." The girl began playing with the golden bracelet on her wrist.

"And? Are you alright?"

"Yes. I was just feeling weak and having stomach issues these past few days." She removed the jewelry and handed it to Bridget.

The woman took it and placed it on the bedside table. Then she looked at her child. Red’s magic was strong it radiated and mixed gently with Bridget’s own. The Empress noticed something unusual in the magic.

"Red, you have traces of foreign magic in yours." the woman said, disbelief evident as she observed her child’s magic.

"Yes. Mila discovered the same."

"Do you know what this means, my rose?" Red simply smiled and took one of Bridget’s hands, then slowly moved it to her stomach.

"That I’ll have my own roses." She whispered.

Bridget froze around Red. She was going to be a grandmother. Then came the anger. Who was the bastard?

"Don’t do this, Mom."

"Sweetheart, you’re pregnant. He must take responsibility. When? How many times?"

"It was just once with... her." Tears began streaming down again. "Mila said the magic did the work. I didn’t know it could happen. But I don’t regret it."

"My rose. This is something big."

"I know, Mom. But she made her choice. She left me alone after our night together. She came to talk two days later. She made her decision and didn’t choose me. Now I have to make mine and I have. I choose this." Red caressed her stomach. "Please, just understand me."

The Empress had tears in her eyes as well.

"I understand and respect it. So, I’m going to be a grandmother? You’re going to have a child?"

"No." Red sat up next to her mother. The girl gently wiped away the unshed tears from Bridget’s eyes. "I’m going to have children."

"Children?" Bridget asked in disbelief. "As in more than one?"

Red raised two fingers in a peace sign. The Empress covered her mouth with her hand.

"Twins?" She began to cry and Red nodded.

"Yes, two children. Like you and Auntie. Mila said they’re 11 weeks along. Their hearts beat almost as one. When I heard them, I didn’t realize there were two at first and I panicked." Bridget pulled her child into her fully in arms. "I’m going to have my own roses, Mom."

And Red cried freely. For the first time since that fateful night when she had conceived, the young heir allowed herself to let everything out. Her emotions mingled with her magic. Regret, pain, sorrow, but also joy. She relaxed in Bridget’s safe embrace. She was home, in a place where she was safe. A few minutes later, the Empress stopped crying and leaned in to kiss Red’s forehead.

"I know it’s a lot, my sweet rose, but you’ll have to tell me some things when you’re ready." The heir looked into her mother’s calm, slightly red eyes.

"So, you’re not pressuring me?"

“No.  But I expect you to tell me how this happened before they’re born. Today, you’ve gone through enough stress. You’ve made your decision and that is no small thing.”

“Thank you, Mom.” Red pressed herself tighter against the woman.

“There will be many things that will change and many decisions you’ll need to make.”

“Now?” Red pulled back slightly from the woman’s embrace.

“Tomorrow. We’ll start tomorrow.” The girl felt herself surrounded by a gentle, warm magic. “It’s still early, but what do you think about going to bed?”

“Alright, but first, I wanted us to do something.” Red reached for an envelope.

“What?” Bridget looked curiously at the envelope.

“Mila gave me this envelope. Inside is the gender of the babies.” Red said with a shy smile.

The Empress raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a soft, kind smile.

“And you want us to open it now?”

“If you want to? I’m not sure if I want to know, but I already feel like I know.” The girl admitted. “I’ll admit, I was a bit scared you might reject me and…”

“Red Rose. I would never reject my grandchildren. They are my blood. By the name of the cards, there will be little footsteps in the palace soon.” Bridget gazed somewhere into the distance.

“Yes.” Red placed her hand back on her stomach. “So, do you want to?”

“Teapots, yes.” Hazel eyes glanced at the pregnant girl.

“Do you have a guess?” Red sounded more cheerful than usual.

“Well, I’d be happy with both a grandsons and a granddaughters, but I somehow feel you’ll have at least one girl.” The woman said.

“Why?”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, your hair has darkened a little. Mine did the same when I was pregnant with you.” The Empress said, stroking her daughter’s red curls.

“You never told me that.”

“We’ve never discussed this topic. You never asked.” For a moment, Red seemed far away.

“She never answered my questions about family. Either she avoided them or said something about how I should focus on more important things.”

“I’d be happy to tell you everything you want to know.” Bridget whispered.

“And I’d be happy to hear it. Everything I know is from the library. From the family archive.” The rebel gave a half-crooked, sad smile. “I’d love to hear about my Aunt too, if you’re willing to tell me.”

“You want to hear about Lori?” Bridget asked softly.

“Yes. Her name was Lorina, the White Queen of Spades, right? It’s strange to hear her name. Even in her journals, she referred to herself as ‘the White Queen this, the White Queen that.’” The girl began to list things on her fingers.

“Yes. Lori had that habit.” The woman said with a wistful smile. “Especially after hearing her official title. Our parents had a sense of humor. She loved hers. She even forbade Dad from calling her by her name. You’re quite like her. At least, the way she was as a child. She always rebelled in a very elegant and gentle way. She had her own opinions. My little Lori.”

Bridget shook her head.

“Shall we see if I’m right? What do you say?” Red nodded and handed over the envelope.

“Have the honor.” The Empress take it.

She delicately cut it open with a card. Then she pulled out two folded notes, handing one to her daughter. Her hands trembled slightly.

“Ready?” Red shrugged and just opened hers.

Her mother froze for a moment, her mouth slightly open. Red glanced down. It said “Girl.”

“Looks like you were right, Mom.” The heir laughed.

“But my rose… I wanted us to open them together.” She began to mumble.

“Well, you didn’t say so. Besides, that doesn’t change what’s written.” The Empress nudged her child’s shoulder.

“I know, but I wanted to.” She sighed. “Alright. Let’s see now.”

The woman leaned closer to the rebel. The note was in front of them both. She opened it slowly.

For a moment, Bridget’s eyes filled with tears. She turned and hugged Red, who laughed. The woman cried gently into the red curls.

“Are you happy?” The heir whispered and the Red Queen laughed.

“Of course. By the cards!” Then she softly whispered. “Lori, I’ll have two granddaughters.”

The woman cried for a moment longer in the embrace of her no longer so little rose. Then the two settled into bed, Bridget wrapping her arms around Red. They were peaceful under the satin sheets. After a while, the rebel laughed.

“What?”

“Mila said to send you to her if you had a bad reaction.” The girl said, looking up into the Empress’s eyes.

“Well, I’ll visit her anyway.” Red had a question in her eyes and Bridget gently stroked her hair. “You’re not alone. I’ll be here for you and them in every step of the way. No matter what you decide. About the other parent.”

“Will you be with me when I tell the Rabbit and the Hatter?” Red asked quietly.

“Yes.” The woman suddenly sat up slightly. “Oh, holy cards. I need to buy a camera.”

“Why?”

“To document everything, darling. The boys’ reactions, the checkups, to follow how my granddaughters grow and how my rose becomes a mother. Everything.” Red felt tears well up in her eyes agein.

“Do you really want that? Even though I’m 19? Even though I’m giving up university?” Bridget turned serious.

“My dear, we both know you didn’t go to university because you needed to, but because you wanted to. It pains me to admit it, but she taught you well. You were ready for the throne before you turned 17. You had even completed your military service.”

“Well, I’ve done that now too.” Red snuggled closer to the woman.

“Yes. In two summers and a few vacations, rising to captain. You led the army in our internal conflicts and you are an excellent diplomat. Almost better than me.”

“That’s not true. I still have much to learn about peaceful negotiations and you know it, Mom.” The heir protested.

“That may be so, but you’re a master at military negotiations and your firm approach is sometimes better than my kind words.” Bridget began running her hand through her child’s red curls again.

“Mom. Everyone’s afraid of you. Yes, you’re kind and gentle, but when court begins... You have a good balance. Your kind nature tricks people into thinking you’re easy to manipulate, but that’s far from the truth.”

“Kindness doesn’t make you weak, my rose. Kindness and positivity help you see the world in brighter colors. But we both know the world can be just black and red. Let’s stop this for tonight. Let’s rest, because tomorrow, we have much to do. Let’s only see the white today. I’m going to be a grandmother.”

“Yes. And I’ll have my little roses, my two little miracles.” The two settled into the middle of the bed. “Mom, can we have pears for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Alright, but sweetheart, you don’t like pears.”

“I know, Mom, but I’ve been craving them these days.”

“It seems my granddaughters like them. Sweet dreams, my little rose.” Bridget whispered, kissing Red’s hair.

“Mushroom nightmares, Mom.” The woman laughed and so did the girl.

Then they both drifted to sleep. Red slept peacefully and contentedly for the first time in a long while. She no longer felt empty or alone. The cold she had felt since the morning she woke up alone in Chloe’s bed was gone.

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The next morning, Red was awakened by the gentle voice of her mother, who was dismissing her servants. She opened her eyes and saw her mother sitting on the bed, reading a book, but not getting up.

“An impossible morning, Mother.”

“Impossible to be.” the Empress closed her book. “I’m sorry to start with this before you’re even out of bed, my rose, but we urgently need to decide on a few matters.”

“What?” Red adjusted herself in bed to look at the woman.

“We need to determine which servants will remain in the palace going forward and how you intend to handle the current situation.”

“I’ll rely on the old traditions. When a new heir is about to be born, it must remain a secret.” Her mother nodded. “I think that tradition is highly appropriate in my case.”

“Very well. So, you plan to keep your condition a secret from everyone except the family?” There was sadness in her daughter’s eyes.

“Yes. I believe it’s for the best. History shows us this. I may be a rebel, but I intend to follow traditions for the sake of the safety of my roses.”

“So be it.” The Empress simply said.

“Don’t you agree?” Red asked.

“This is your decision to make. I don’t want to influence you.”

“And if I seek your advice?” The girl smiled.

“As an Empress or as a mother?” Glacial eyes met hers.

“Both.” Bridget sighed.

“As an Empress, I would follow royal etiquette for the conception of a new heir. I would reduce the staff, keeping only the most loyal and trustworthy, limit the activities of the lords around the castle and focus on preserving the face of the crown before the people. I’d increase public appearances until it becomes noticeable, so you could retreat for several months of peace while expecting the child. Accordingly, I would select the protectors of the new heir and organize the isolation of the castle. My focus would be on our bloodline.” She cleared her throat. “As a mother, I would do all that, but I would also find the one responsible for this. Ahm in this case, the woman and have her brought to trial for her actions.”

“I understand.” The girl pondered for a minute. “I want the Empress to think about the next steps. Once everything is settled, I will discuss other matters with my mother, but for now... They are the most important.”

The rebel’s hand fell to her stomach.

“So be it. I’ll take care of it. After breakfast, we’ll meet in my office to discuss the next steps we must take.” The woman got out of bed but first kissed her child’s forehead.

“Alright, Your Majesty.”

“I’ll expect you for a late breakfast in 45 minutes in the dining room. Mads and the Rabbit will likely be there.” The woman headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Red sank back into the mattress, staring at the ceiling. A slight note of worry appeared, but she took a deep breath. She had to be strong now. There was no room for doubt. She would do this alone. It would be hard, but this was her decision. And it was the right decision for the rebel. Red preferred to do this alone rather than with someone who would not love her. She closed her eyes, immersing herself in the magic around her. Her own magic was predominant, but the Empress’s magic was also present, along with faint traces of two others. One reminded Red of her own, while the other was mysterious. The young woman had never felt such magic before. These were her roses. Her miracles.

The rebel got out of bed a few minutes later, smiling.

She left her mother’s quarters and headed to her own, passing a few servants and a steward. Once in her rooms, she took a quick shower and dressed for the day. She applied light makeup and went to breakfast. Upon entering the small dining room, an unpleasant, strong smell hit her nose. She covered her nose with her hand.

"Red, what’s wrong?" The Rabbit, a tall white-haired man, immediately stood up.

"Nothing, it just smells strange in here." With each step he took toward her, the smell grew stronger.

"Stop." She raised her hand and he obeyed.

"Child, you’re pale." the Hatter interjected.

The rebel felt her stomach turn. A wave of nausea hit her. She was going to throw up. At that moment, Bridget appeared with documents in hand.

"Good morning." She nearly bumped into her daughter. "What’s wrong, dear?"

The heir couldn’t answer. The nausea was too overwhelming.

"Red said something smells strange." Hatter said and the Queen sniffing the air.

She caught the sharp scent and immediately dropped the documents in her hands. The papers scattered across the floor. She quickly grabbed the wavering Red by the waist.

"White, take off that perfume immediately. Mads, open the windows." She ordered. "Come, darling. You’ll feel better once the room airs out."

The white-haired man disappeared from the room, while Madox opened the doors to the terrace. The pregnant girl was seated in a chair closer to the door and with each breath of fresh air, the nausea subsided. After a few minutes, the Rabbit returned, rushing.

"Red, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes, I feel much better now. That smell was awful." Her mother handed her a glass of water.

"Take a sip of water and if you’re ready, let’s eat." The girl took a sip and nodded.

Everyone settled at the already-set table. The Empress personally served a few items onto her daughter’s plate and to the men’s surprise, Red didn’t say a word. She simply started eating slowly. The two men exchanged glances and focused on their own meals.

"So, gentlemen, there will be some changes in the foreseeable future. For starters, all my meetings for today are canceled. Starting tomorrow, we’ll resume the usual schedule." The woman announced.

"I’ll take care of it right after breakfast." the Rabbit said. "May I ask why?"

"It will be discussed at a later time." Ahe assured him with a smile. "It’s not bad news, my friend."

"We’ll be glad to hear the good news whenever you’re ready to share it." Mads confirmed.

"And you, Red, what do you plan to do while you’re here?"

"Actually, that’s something Mom and I will discuss today." The girl picked up a pear from a bowl and bit into it.

The two men exchanged worried looks. Little Rose had always hated pears.

"Well, boys, what will you be working today?" The Empress asked cheerfully.

"Well, we’ll…" the Hare began discussing their plans to accomplish as much as possible while Bridget handled the family matters.

The rest of the morning meal went smoothly. Afterward, the two women went for a short walk in the gardens before heading to Bridget’s office. In the spacious room, they were greeted by a pile of documents.

"These are the resumes of the staff. Those who meet the minimum requirements to stay in the palace, considering your condition." Bridget said as she sat down at her desk. "But I think it’s appropriate to first discuss the action plan for the coming months."

"Alright." Red replied, settling into a soft armchair in front of the desk.

"So, how familiar are you with our family’s traditions regarding new heirs?"

"I know that before the birth, the child’s first and middle name are chosen. The birth is always announced eight days later, and there’s a tradition of receiving gifts from the people in the form of cups and flowers. The cups are then used to build a tower in the palace courtyard. It remains standing until the heir’s first birthday. On that day, the tower is taken down cup by cup and all is filled with tea brewed personally by the crown as a symbol of the heir’s health and as a gesture of the crown symbolically giving back to the people. Then there’s the secrecy law. According to it, the children’s names cannot be spoken by anyone except the crown and its closest circle. It’s also forbidden for anyone to ask about the heir until they turn five. People are only allowed to discuss the heir if the crown brings up the topic. On their fifth birthday, the heir receives their official first title and is presented to the people. Did I miss anything?" Red twirled one of her red curls.

Bridget seemed slightly taken aback by Red’s knowledge.

"No, you know the traditions very well."

"I’ve read a lot about the royal lineage. She always said it’s important for a princess to know where she comes from and the source of her strength." The girl mused for a moment. "And I think it would be good if my children began learning our history from an early age. Of course, in a lighter version without the executions and wars but with stories like that of the King of Cards or the wild magic of our land."

The Queen chuckled.

"I thought it would take me some time to explain all the traditions to you, but it seems I’ve underestimated you once again." She said, leaning back in her chair. "In that case, I think you know what needs to happen before your roses turn five?"

"Yes. I need to become Empress of Wonderland. That worries me a bit, to be honest, because I thought I’d have more time to prove to the people that I’m worthy."

"You’re right. The time is limited, but I believe there’s enough of it. I’ve considered some options and I think it would be best if you become the crowned princess within the next 30 days." Red was shocked.

"But that’s such a short period. I’m not even sure I have all the necessary qualifications for it, Mom."

"You’ve had them for more than a year now, dear. I know it sounds like a short time, but we can organize the coronation in about 15 days. After that, you’ll need to choose the first member of your cabinet and a few advisors. Your coronation will give us an excuse for your absence from social circles over the next few months. Additionally, the preparations will give us enough public appearances to please the people before you step away. Once you give birth to new heirs, the people will be overjoyed and won’t question our swift actions or the origins of the heirs. There will be a grand celebration. All of Wonderland will settle into peace for at least three years with such news. We’ll enter a time of harmony."

"So you’re saying that the coronation will disrupt the current calm, but the birth will soothe all doubts and rumors?"

"Exactly. You have no idea what joy a new heir or a royal wedding brings. The lords and regional leaders will understand our actions. And your work will speak for itself afterward. Your ascension to Empress could take place on either your 22nd or 23rd birthday. Once you’re Empress, your children will receive their rightful titles as first in line to the throne and they’ll be protected by your authority. That’s why the sooner you ascend, the better. But you and I both know that some things shouldn’t be rushed." Bridget explained.

"Let my roses arrive first. Then we’ll think about the rest."

"Of course, my child, but I must admit you’ve been ready to ascend for quite some time now." the woman said, pausing briefly. "She prepared you well. That I will admit."

"I know." The girl replied, reaching for the pile of papers. "Shall we begin?"

The Empress nodded and also picked up a dossier from the pile. The elimination process wasn’t as difficult as Red had anticipated. She quickly made decisions, striking names off the list left and right. After two hours of work, only ten percent of the staff remained and Bridget seemed pleased with the final number of servants.

“Well, now that we’re done with this, we can take a break and then get started on the initial protocols for your coronation.” Bridget said, gathering the selected files.

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Won’t they figure out what’s happening when you dismiss them?” The woman smiled.

“No, because it will happen gradually, just like with the security detail. Their numbers will decrease, but the remaining guards will be reassigned to the city or sent for additional training. The process will appear as natural as possible.”

“How did you handle it?”

“One second, let me hand these off and then I’ll tell you the story.” Bridget said, leaving the room briefly.

Left alone, Red’s mind was flooded with questions. Her thoughts quickly began dissecting everything that would need to happen in the coming weeks. So many details dresses, speeches, gatherings. Even the napkins would need her approval. And then another thought struck her. The council, her cabinet. She had so little time to choose its first member. But who? It had to be someone wise and loyal, someone she could trust with her life. The sheer volume of tasks started to overwhelm her and a wave of panic set in. Could she handle all of this?

She didn’t notice her mother returning, but Bridget immediately recognized her daughter’s discomfort. She bent down in front of Red’s chair.

“What’s wrong, my dear rose?”

“I... There’s so much to do and so little time.” Red said, her voice trembling.

“That’s true, but you’re not alone. You have me and soon we’ll need to talk to those closest to us. I know the Rabbit will make a scene, but he’ll be here for you. Mads will be in shock, but he’ll immediately start preparing everything. You’re not alone.” Bridget assured her.

“Okay, you’re right. It’s just... a lot.”

“Yes, it is. But I’m here with you.”

“Can you tell me how you handled it? You were alone too, right? I mean, my father wasn’t there.” Bridget’s expression suddenly turned serious.

“Alright, yes. But before I tell you, my dear, I need to admit something. Okay?” She sat down on the second chair by the desk. “It’s about your father.”

“Yes?” Red listened intently, her curiosity piqued. She had always had questions.

“Your father and I... It was…” Bridget met her daughter’s gaze. “I’ll say it outright, but I want you to hear me out before jumping to conclusions.”

Red nodded, growing impatient.

“Your conception was an accident. A mistake that opened my eyes.” Bridget said.

Red was caught off guard.

“No. I don’t regret having you. You are the one good thing that came out of that very drunken night. It only happened once and was never repeated. When I found out, I wrote to him and he advised me to…”

“What?”

“To terminate the pregnancy.” Red’s eyes filled with pain.

“He said he didn’t want another child. He reminded me that what happened was a drunken mistake and he was right. So I told him I’d terminated the pregnancy and released him from any responsibility.”

“Who is he?” Red demanded.

“Dear, I don’t think...”

“I want to know.”

“He was a sailor. I met him by chance while I was in Auradon for negotiations to form the Auradon. It was after a terrible day and I snuck away from my guards. I went to a dingy bar near the palace and there he was. It was strange. I simply ordered a drink, and he came over to talk to me, saying I looked familiar. I told him to get lost. He recognized me shortly after and tried to mock me, but I bought him a drink and told him to shut up and drink or leave. He stayed for the free alcohol and we started talking. Things happened and the next morning, I woke up horrified by the memories of the night before. I had lost my virginity and had a moment of realization. So, I ran away like I always do.”

“What do you mean, you always run, Mom?”

“Let’s leave that aside for now. That’s another story far more horrible and cruel.”

“Okay, but what did you realize?”

“That I’m truly not attracted to men. I hated myself for letting him touch me. I was furious with myself. I went back home and carried on with my life. But a few weeks later, I started feeling unwell and my sister visited me. She noticed something was off with me and my magic. She called Mila, that’s how I found out I was pregnant. Lori was immediately overjoyed. When I told her how it happened, she didn’t scold me or anything. She just insisted I check whether I’d caught anything from your father. Cards, it feels strange to even call him that.”

"Ok, so what’s his name?" Her mother smiled.

"I have a feeling you’ll hate me once you know."

Red raised her eyebrows.

"Fine. I’ll figure it out myself. A sailor who tried to provoke you and was bribed with alcohol. He must have known you before." She said, thinking deeply.

A moment later, her jaw dropped. Sailor? Pirates are...

"No. No! Mom, you didn’t…"

"What?" The girl began laughing maniacally.

"What’s so funny, dear?" Bridget asked, growing worried as Red laughed uncontrollably for several minutes.

When the heir finally caught her breath and wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, she said.

"And here I was, afraid to tell you who the other parent was. If Hook really is my father, I couldn’t possibly fall any lower." Bridget froze, speechless, her eyes wide in shock.

"James might be a bit bad, but he wasn’t that terrible."

"James?" Red’s laughter resumed.

"Well, since you’re so sure that I’ve sunk lower, why don’t you tell me, my dear rose, who put two children in you?" Her mother asked seriously.

"Mom, first, it would be hard to fall below a drowned pirate whit a hook in her ass. Second, at least I don’t regret anything about that night. And third, I won’t tell you because I know if I do, you’ll gather an army and start a war."

"There won’t be a war." Bridget assured her.

"I don’t believe you." Red said confidently.

"I give you my word as Empress. There will be no war."

"But there’ll be an execution?"

"A trial."

"Yeah, I’m not telling you. Now, onto more important matters." Red said, clearing her throat. "Mom, why haven’t you found a girlfriend or wife?"

"I…" Bridget paused for a moment. "I didn’t need one."

"You’ve never had lonely nights?" Red teased.

"A little pleasure isn’t worth putting you at risk."

"I know people want to use us, but..."

"Please, dear, let it go. I made my decision long ago." Bridget said with regret in her voice.

Red noticed something in her mother’s magic, a hint of unspoken truth.

"There’s more to it, isn’t it?"

"I realized I’d lost the love of my life long ago. I chose the kingdom. I don’t regret it, but I sometimes wonder what could have been., but...She’s happy and that’s what matters to me." Bridget explained with a mournful tone but a smile. "And I have you."

"I’m sorry if I pushed too much."

"I’m glad I told you. I feel lighter now." Bridget said.

Red rose from her chair and hugged her mother.

"Thank you for being open with me, Mom. I’m bi."

Bridget laughed.

"By the teapots! What nonsense are we talking about? You know it doesn’t matter here. I love you no matter what."

"I love you too, Mom." Red said and they embraced.

"Now, would you like to hear how I isolated myself?"

"Yes."

"I admit I cheated." Bridget said.

Her daughter looked confused.

"I simply moved in with Lori, and she took over my duties while I prepared for your birth. She handled all the meetings while I worked from the shadows. When you were born, she left the annual war council to be there. Later, she faced insults and accusations for her absence. My dear sister stayed silent for eight days, then demanded the titles of everyone who questioned her priorities. Three generals and eight lords lost their titles and ranks that day. When I returned to work a week later, no one said a word. They just begged for my forgiveness."

"And did you forgive them?"

"No. They angered Lori, and she’s always been the more grounded one between us." Bridget said with a laugh.

"Thank you. I’d love to hear more about Aunt Lori and your pregnancies when you’re ready to share."

"It would be my pleasure. Now, let’s choose napkins for your coronation."

"Mom! Not that."

"I know it’s tedious, but it’s the hardest decision. Everything else will be easier."

"But we haven’t even decided on a color palette yet. I was thinking of using bright colors like purple, orange and green, with smaller details in traditional white and red." Red said, watching her mother closely.

"Alright. We’ll do as you wish." Bridget said, nodding. "I had thought of using mainly black, red and white for this ceremony so that your coronation could have its own unique colors. But if you feel this is better…"

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"There are rules for these things, but there are also ways around them. My coronation was strict because I ascended the throne so quickly. I was just 17 and needed the weight of tradition behind me. You, however, have more time. We can make this ceremony traditional and let your coronation follow the legacy of the first ruler a celebration of madness, wonders and magic." Bridget explained with a smile.

"Can we? Like in the old books? With endless flowers, colorful gowns, tea flowing through the streets and gifts for the citizens?"

"Yes. You have more than enough strength and magic to make it happen, dear." Tears glistened in the heir’s eyes.

"I can be crowned as a ruler of the people? Of magic itself?"

Her mother laughed.

"Yes. It’ll just take some time to organize. Let’s say about a year for everything." Red placed a hand on her stomach.

"And they’ll get to see it." She whispered.

"Yes. My granddaughters will get to see it." Bridget said with satisfaction.

Red stood abruptly and began pacing. After a moment, she stopped in front of the Empress.

"Then it’s settled. This ceremony will be classical, with all the tedious little details. Let’s start with the napkins."

And so began the preparations for Red’s coronation and the future crowning of the new Empress.

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Red sank into her mother’s bed. It was past midnight. She adjusted herself under the satin sheets and hugged a pillow. She pressed it against her face and screamed. It had been five days since the preparations for the coronation had begun. It had been exhausting. Tomorrow, it would be officially announced at noon, yet Red still hadn’t found the time to tell her friends. She was going to meet Chester and Ace for breakfast in the morning, so she could tell them in person rather than letting them be caught off guard.

The situation with the Rabbit and the Hatter was something else. The Rabbit was pleased that she would be home, but he had questions. As for Mads himself, he had already tried to question her twice, but she had managed to slip away both times. Her mother remained silent, waiting for her to make the first move, but Red was afraid. Not of the reactions of her mother’s two advisors. They were like uncles to her, always looking after her and standing by her side, but of the questions about the other parent.

The bedroom door opened.

“How are you tonight, darling?” The woman’s voice was cheerful but tired.

“I’m ok, Mom.” Came the muffled reply from the pillow.

“You don’t sound very convinced.”

“I have to tell the boys about my coronation. And I have to tell the Rabbit and Mads about…” She screamed into the pillow again. “Can you...”

“You’ll tell them, darling. And speaking of telling them. Thank you for taking your time, my rose. My laptop arrived today.”

“Mom, why do you even need one? We don’t have the internet here and I could’ve given you mine.” Red moved the pillow aside.

“I need my own to store all the photos.” The girl groaned.

“Great. You took a picture of me throwing up this morning. That’s so important.” The sarcasm was evident.

“It is important. You have morning sickness. That matters, just like the fact that you can’t tolerate strong smells.”

“I’m just more sensitive, so what?”

“One day, the girls will ask, and I want to have all the answers. I kept a journal during my pregnancy with you. Speaking of which, I should give it to you.”

“No, I don’t want it.” Red blurted out quickly, and the woman looked slightly hurt. “I’d rather you tell me everything yourself.”

In a moment, Bridget’s face softened into a gentle smile.

“Alright, but will you at least allow me to consult the journal if necessary?” The woman started changing for bed.

“Yes, Mom.” The heir chuckled.

A few minutes later, Bridget settled into bed beside her daughter.

“Still, I’d advise you to keep a journal even a short one just for the library.” Red turned and hugged the woman.

“Alright. I’ll think about it. But can you tell me the story of how Mads reacted when he found out you were pregnant with me?”

“The truth is, he was the first to know after your aunt. When I became Empress, his father was in my office. The old Hatter, despite his madness, was always a skilled diplomat. People respected him, and so did I. But he wanted to retire and Mads wished to take his place after graduating from Merlin Academy. By the time I became pregnant, he was already experienced in the role and knew me well. That’s why he had the audacity to follow me to Lori’s castle. He asked my sister for an audience not with the Empress, but with Bridget.” The woman laughed. “The poor man thought the lords and he himself had overburdened me with work and wanted to apologize. I told him that wasn’t the case, but he insisted and I just snapped. I screamed at him that ,if he wasn’t the one who got me pregnant, then he had no reason to feel guilty.”

Red simply stared at her mother, eyes wide.

“And he had the exact same expression you have right now. He started pacing, you know how he is, and a minute later, he demanded to know who needed to die. I had never seen the madness in his eyes so alive before.”

“Madox wanted to kill my father?”

“He wanted to do more than that. But we talked. Lori calmed him down. She reminded him that something more important was at stake, that I was expecting a rose. And he simply responded that I was the strongest woman he knew, that I could handle it even with my eyes closed. He had so much faith in me. That’s why his anger was directed at your father because, in his eyes, there was no reason to worry about me.”

Red had a silly grin. That’s her Uncle Mads.

“He made me cry, and the moment he saw that, his rage disappeared. He apologized and I just hugged him. My mad Hatter. Later, he wrote to the Rabbit and the two of them activated the safety protocols for me.”

“And how did the Rabbit find out?”

“My poor Bunny came to deliver me some documents. Lori was in a meeting, and I was in bed, working. By then, I was already in my third trimester. You were an active child moving around a lot, kicking. My back hurt a lot towards the end of the pregnancy, so Mila made me stay in bed until you were born.

So, little Rabbit walked into my chambers just as I had gotten up to stretch. The shock on his face was unforgettable when he saw my belly. He dropped the documents to the floor and swore on his clock. I greeted him with a smile… and he fainted.”

“He fainted?”

“Yes. He came to after I poured water on him. I handed him a pillow and told him to get up when he was ready because I wasn’t in a condition to help him. Then I just went back to my work.”Red laughed. “He got up after a few minutes and cautiously approached my bed. He asked if I was alright. I reassured him that both I and my child were fine, and he immediately dropped to his knees beside me and started thanking the wonders for our health. I asked him to pray for my daughter’s peace of mind so I could take a nap and he was completely stunned.”

“Mom, you weren’t even worried?”

“When you have a belly bigger than a watermelon, you don’t have the energy to worry.” Red was speechless, while Bridget chuckled. “After you started using me as a punching bag and my bladder as a pillow, nothing else really mattered. The most important thing was making sure my back was comfortable and that I had a bathroom nearby. After the eighth month started, I asked you every single day when you planned to come out. And in the last few days before your due date, I wondered what would happen first...Me bursting or you coming out.”

“Was everything alright with my birth?”

“Oh, yes. It went well. You only tormented me for five hours, but you were four days late.”Her mother gave her an accusing look. “But in the end, you were healthy and that was all that mattered.”

“Five hours is little?”

“Yes. My mother was in labor with me and Lori for over 17 hours. But don’t worry. You’ll be fine our bodies are made for this.”The woman spoke calmly, but the horror on the girl’s face was obvious. “The pain is worth it. You might even want more later.”

“Mom. Let’s get through this the first time before we talk about more.”Bridget nodded. “You’re right, you’re right. I don’t even know why I’m rushing.”

She gently placed a hand on her daughter’s stomach.

“Time will fly fast enough without us pushing it. If you want, I can be with you when you tell the boys?”

“No. I have to do this alone.”Red yawned.

“Alright.”

Bridget cleared her throat.

“But… could you record their reactions?”

“Mom! We’re only talking about the coronation and the fact that I’m not going back to university.” The girl scolded her.

“I know, I know. Fine.”

“May you dream of Jabberwocky.”

“Sweet dreams to you too, darling.” Bridget chuckled.

The next day

Red sat at the breakfast table in one of the more secluded corners of the gardens, waiting. She absentmindedly played with the sleeve of her shirt. She had decided to wear pants for as long as she could before she was forced to switch to dresses to conceal herself. Soon, it would be past nine, the time of their meeting. She shifted in her seat and gazed at the blue sky. Blue like the hair of...

“Hey, Red! How are you?”Ace was approaching the table from a nearby path.

“I’m fine, my friend. Just an impossible morning.” She gestured to a chair.

The young, dark-haired man sat down in the seat she indicated.

“So, to what do I owe the honor of being pulled out of the academy?”

That was right, she had summoned him from the military academy today.

“I’d rather wait for Chester so I can explain everything all at once.”

“Well, what are we waiting for, then?” Red quickly turned toward the mischievous Chester, who was already sitting in the chair nearby.

“Holy cards! We talked about this sneaking around. The guards could arrest you.”

“For what? I have an invitation from Her Royal Highness, the Princess.”

He smirked and just as Red was about to threaten him, Ace interrupted.

“Can we get to the point? Red doesn’t summon us to the palace every day, especially with an official letter.” The girl nodded and cleared her throat.

“Yes. I called you here today not as a princess but as Red, as your friend. Because you are important to me and I want to discuss some things.”The two nodded, waiting. “This might come as a surprise, but I will be crowned in 22 days.”

“What?! You’ll be crowned princess in three weeks? Why hasn’t there been any announcement? How...” The heir raised her hand, stopping Cheshire.

“It will be officially announced at noon to day. That’s why you’re here, because I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Hours before the announcement. What’s going on, Red?”Chess was uneasy.

“Can you just listen to me? Please?”He folded his arms. “Some things happened and I made a few decisions about my future. Yes, it might seem sudden to you, but everything will be explained in time. What I need to know is whether I have your support.”

“You have it.” Ace said confidently. “I’m on your side.”

“So am I, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have questions.”

“Thank you.”The girl took a deep breath. “In that case, I, Princess Red The Crimson Rose of Hearts have a request for you.”

Both of them stiffened at the full title. Neither of them had ever heard her refer to herself that way before. Ace immediately stood and dropped to one knee before her.

“It would be my honor to serve you.”Ches didn’t move. He was still in shock.

“What I’m about to ask of you, I ask as both a friend and a princess. Please, end your training at the academy and come here to the castle to study under General Spade.”

“I’m not worthy of...”She raised her hand.

“I’m asking you for this because you are worthy. You are loyal not to the crown, but to me and that’s the most important thing for the position you will hold in the future. I can’t officially announce it yet due to circumstances, but if you’re willing to accept, you will become part of my family. You will be like my brother.”

“If that’s what you want, Red, I will do everything I can to be worthy of your trust.”

He stood up and the heir threw herself into his arms. The boy was in shock, but he wrapped his arms around her and she melted into his embrace.

“Thank you.”She let go and turned to Chester.

The young man noticed the regret in her eyes. He realized she was struggling with herself.

“I can see that whatever you’re going to ask of me won’t be as easy.”

“That’s right. First, I need to offer you my deepest apologies. I’m sorry.”

“For what?”She sat back down and Ace took his seat as well.

“For keeping you in the dark. But it has to be this way.”She bit her lip.“And most of all… I’m sorry that you won’t be the first member of my council.”

“What?”He was taken aback.

“We’ve known each other for a long time, my friend. I trust you with my life. One day, you will be my advisor. But first, you need to finish Auradon.”He shot up from his chair, which toppled over behind him.

“Red, you know I’d drop that stupid...”

“No, you won’t. You will finish it and prepare yourself to be a diplomat. You will achieve your dream.”She stated firmly.

“Your Highness, are you telling me that you’re not going back?”

“Yes. I’m not going back to Auradon.”

“Why?”He pressed.

“I can’t tell you that right now.”

“So you’re lying. You say you trust me with your life, but you won’t...”

She stood up as well, tears forming in her eyes.

“Chester, for the love of the mushrooms! I don’t want you to have to lie to our friends. It’s better if you don’t know. I don’t want you to carry this burden for me. This is my decision. Mine not the crown’s. But my mother supports me. She trusts my judgment. And I trust you to maintain our ties with the outside kingdoms and to build new ones. I know I’m asking a lot from you, but there’s no one more reliable and precise for the job than you.”

He just stared at her.

“And if I refuse?”

“Then my request is withdrawn.”

“And if I want to stay by your side?”He whispered.

“Then I’ll ask you to put yourself first. Because I won’t be alone. Ace will be with me, along with a few other trusted people. And don’t forget Dizzy is there.”

“Don’t bring the mice into this.”He muttered.

“But you love her.”The redhead stated confidently. “Follow your heart. Fight for your love. You could even become an ambassador if she wants to stay in Auradon.”

“Red! I haven’t even asked her out yet!”

“It’s about time you did!”She stepped closer to him.

“Is this connected to your suffering last year? You were so quiet toward the end of the year.”She sighed.

“It’s complicated. To be clear...this decision is for me. The reason isn’t just one or two , but this is what’s best for me.”She placed a hand on his shoulder. “And the hardest thing I have to do today is order you to keep silent. If anyone asks. I am fine.”

“And the princess?” Red felt her stomach turn.

“I am fine.”

“What about Chloe?”He looked surprised and even Ace seemed confused.

“I am fine.”Her voice was firm.“That’s an order.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”He bowed.

“I’m sorry.”She felt genuine pain.

“You know best. I trust you. And I’ll pray to the cards that you’re right.”

She stepped onto her toes and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you. Thank you… and I’m sorry.” He pulled her into a hug.

“If anything happens, just write to me. I’ll be here in the time it takes for a single grain of sand to fall.”

She laughed and they both returned to their seats.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She fell silent for a moment. “I respect your sacrifice.”

“Always.”

They both knew he would have to deal with the wrath of one Chloe Charming. Even Red herself was doing everything possible to avoid that wrath.

At last, the three of them began eating their breakfast now that the heavy topics had been settled. Red felt somehow lighter. The boys were with her. She wouldn’t be alone in this.

Ace started talking about the exams at the academy and ever so gently, the girl moved her right hand over her stomach. Her daughters will have two incredible uncles.

Chapter Text

After the breakfast with the boys, Red headed to her mother's office to report that everything had gone well. But the office was empty. So she sat on the couch by the library and decided to wait. After a while, she started feeling drowsy and lay down, placing her left hand on her stomach. She let herself drift into a nap with the thought of a soft, squeaky laugh.

She was awakened by a gentle hand that touched her shoulder for a brief moment. Even without opening her eyes, she knew it was the Rabbit. His magic had lightly wrapped around her in a protective embrace. She gently opened her eyes and saw him placing a stack of documents on the desk.

"Did you have a good nap?" He sounded amused. "Your mother has been looking for you for an hour."

She slowly got up and glanced at the nearby clock.

"I must have slept for about two hours. I parted ways with the boys around 11:40. I came to talk to Mom, but she wasn’t here."

"The Empress was in a meeting with the lords. They’re unhappy about something. And as soon as the announcement was made, everyone had questions. Why the rush? Your mother was like a beast, She tore them apart on the spot. She reminded them that you have all the necessary qualifications and emphasized that they themselves need heirs." He chuckled.

"She knows how to handle them. And how did the people react?"

"Well. There are a lot of questions about your marriage prospects." The Rabbit walked over and sat beside her. "But tell me, princess, does a rabbit get to know? Do you have someone?" He winked at her.

Red took a deep breath and met his blue eyes.

"I did, but things didn’t work out."  She said and he nudged her.

"And who was foolish enough to let you go?"

"We weren’t in a relationship, White. Just for one night, I allowed myself to believe in the impossible, but the reality of morning was... harsh."

"That’s why we taught you to believe in impossible things before breakfast. Well, don’t dwell on it. You’ll find love when you least expect it." He said.

"I know. And I already have."

"There are plenty of mushrooms in the forest, child." He tried to get up, but she grabbed his hand.

"Uncle. That was the love for me." The Rabbit sat back down beside her.

"How do you know?" She bit her lip.

" You know how sometimes your magic shows thing to you? How you create a true bond with the one meant for you?"

"Yes. Just like I went mad when I met your uncle Mads. Are you saying you’ve gone mad too?"

"No. At least, not exactly. Holy cards, I’m not good at this."  She stood up and looked around.

She pulled out her phone and turned on the camera, propping it against a book on the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Mom wants me to record these moments." She then removed her bracelet and placed it beside the phone.

Her magic spread into the air and she returned to the couch next to her uncle. She took his hand.

"I know it’s strange, but I don’t know how to say this. This way is just easier for me." The man watched the girl with curiosity.

Then his nose caught a change in the scent of her magic. He sniffed lightly, then again. There was something else. His own magic instinctively intertwined with hers to examine it and he understood. His eyes widened comically, and his mouth fell open. Red grew worried as he turned pale.

"Please, Uncle Bunny, don’t faint like you did with Mom." She said and he seemed to snap out of it a little.

"Uncle Bunny, my little thorny flawer flower, you haven’t called me that since you were five." He exhaled. "Holy holes and carrots, tell me my nose is wrong.

"No. It’s true. I’m pregnant." He stood up.

" You, my little flower, are going to have a rose?

"Yes, but no." She gave a crooked smile and he sniffed her magic properly this time.

His nose detected the new scent as a blend of two.

"Twins? "She nodded.

Then he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"In the name of the clocks. Tell me, who is the dead man?" His magic thickened.

She saw his anger and read his next actions. She released a little magic of her own to calm him.

"I can see through you. There’s no point in anger. I already know what you want to do and violence isn’t necessary."

"Your mother wouldn’t..."

"She’s on my side. Yes, she was angry and also wants justice, but it’s already done. She didn’t choose me. And I made my decision. I didn’t expect this, Uncle, but fate gave them to me. My magic gave me two miracles and I choose them. "She said calmly.

"She... Alright. "He took a deep breath." She’s a fool if she doesn’t want you."

The man dropped to his knees before the heiress. Slowly, he took her hands and rested his head in her lap.

"Long live the will of the Crown. May its reign be eternal. "Then he began to whisper. " May the miracles accept my gratitude for this. May time forgive my anger. I pray to the teapots to give these roses strength, at least as much as boiling tea. At least as much as their mother has. May we hear their cries from here to the Lands of the Forgotten and back. May the Jabberwocky bow before their power, just as I will."

Then he lifted his head.

"Thank you. Thank you for choosing life over pain and anger. I will do everything to follow your example. Your will is law." And she started crying.

The man took her in his arms just like he used to when she was a baby. She simply collapsed onto his shoulder. Tears of relief and joy. Because he had accepted them, because despite his anger, he understood. Because he would wait with his revenge. Time would ease the anger, it would make the person responsible insignificant, because by then, the princess’s roses would be growing. And they would become the priority. Red just needed to keep her family under control until the girls arrived. After that, her miracles would fix everything.

The tall man’s hands felt so familiar, like a long-forgotten memory. It gave her comfort and peace. She had no reason to be afraid. He would always be there for her, no matter the foolish things she did. He had been there when she was about to be expelled for fighting on campus. The Rabbit had come himself and made the other parents and even Headmaster Uma tremble in fear like magical dust. In the end, even the Pirate herself had begged the Empress not to be informed of what had happened. After all, who were they to threaten Red when she had defended Chester’s honor? Snow White’s son was even put on probation for bullying his classmates.

Then, during her final year, when White had secretly snuck her out of school to surprise her mother and they had crashed into the Rabbit Hole. They did manage to make it to the surprise party three hours late, but they didn’t escape the scolding from Bridget once she found out what they had done.

"I'm here, Little flower." He started stroking her red curls.

The office door opened.

"Junior, did you find… "Bridget stopped at the threshold when she saw them.

The Rabbit lifted the young woman in his arms and stood up, while Red still clung to his shoulders.

"Your Majesty." He inclined his head slightly in greeting.

"What’s going on?" He smiled and Red tried to stop crying.

"Well, it looks like congratulations are in order." He said.

Red gathered herself and gently pushed him so he would let her down. He did so without complaint. The girl steadied herself, also wearing a smile now. Bridget quietly closed the office door and turned to them. She took a deep breath, her smile widening.

"So, you told him?"

"Yes."

"And did you record it, dear?"

"Mom! Is that really the most important thing?!" Red scolded.

"Well, it distracted you from crying, didn’t it?" The woman smirked. "Ah, my friend, look where life has brought us."

"Stop acting tough and come here." He embraced her and whispered. "You’re going to be a grandmother. To twins."

"Yes. Two roses, Junior ."She squeezed him.

After the hug, they pulled apart and exchanged glances. Red suddenly realized she had a new problem. The two of them were going to plan a murder.

"Could you not look at each other like that?" She eyed them suspiciously.

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Is something wrong? We’re just happy."

"Don’t play dumb, I see right through you." She raised an eyebrow and her mother stepped closer.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, my rose. Come here, let me hug you." The woman wrapped her in an embrace.

"Mom, I can see through your magic. You’re planning something."

"And so what if we are? It wouldn’t be undeserved." Her mother insisted.

"I thought we had an agreement, Bridget." The woman immediately pulled away at the sound of her name.

"Who?" She was shocked. "What did you say?"

"I said, I thought we had an agreement, Bridget." This time, Red emphasized the name.

"Who is Bridget?"

"You are. That’s your name. "The Empress feigned confusion.

"No. No, it’s not. My rose, who am I?" She asked seriously.

"You are Bridget. "The rebel responded just as seriously.

"No. I don’t know who this Bridget is. Who am I, dear?"

"You are Empress Bridget. " Red simply stated, flipping her hair over her shoulder." I’m going to freshen up."

The Rabbit just laughed, while the Empress followed her daughter, who was already in the office bathroom.

"Young lady, wait! Who is this Bridget?!" And so, he was left alone.

The white-haired Rabbit turned to the desk and picked up the still-recording phone. He flipped the camera toward himself.

"Yes, little roses, this are your mother and grandmother." Then he turned off the camera.

The Rabbit took Red’s bracelet and followed the two women. He stopped at the bathroom door, holding the bracelet and phone obediently.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bridget." Red took her things and thanked him.

"Don’t start, or I’ll play this game too." The girl simply raised an eyebrow."Red."

"Yes, Bridget." And so, the silly conversation continued.

Even during lunch and their duties, Red continued using her mother's name. No one commented on it. Not even the generals during the discussion of military plans for the next three months.

And so, it continued until dinner, where the heir and the Empress simply took their seats. The woman sat with her arms crossed, refusing to look at her child.

The Rabbit and Maddox entered the room and took their places. The meal began as usual, with the rebel discussing plans for the next few days with the Hatter.

"Ace is moving in on Friday, yes. But first, I have to survive the week."

"Why?" The man asked.

"I have a fitting for the coronation gown on Thursday. I’m a little scared." She admitted while eating her salad.

Her mother said nothing. She just ate.

"Is everything alright?" Mads asked.

"Yes, it’s just that Red is being stubborn, calling the Empress by her name all day and she insists that it’s not her name." Rabbit replied.

"She’s calling her Bridget?"

"Yes and she refuses to respond.

"Bridg, if I may ask, why?"

"Because I am not Bridget. I have a title I earned myself. "She said seriously.

"Yes. You are the Empress… " Red laughed.

"She’s not talking about that title. She’s talking about a title only I use." The girl had a mischievous smile.

The Hatter caught on immediately. He set down his utensils, his expression turning serious.

"Her Majesty, your mother, is right. She is your mother and you are her rose. Etiquette demands that you comply."

"With what? The fact that she cares more about memories than the present?"

"That’s not true. " Bridget insisted.

"You asked me if I recorded my conversation with White, not how he reacted. "The girl responded.

"Yes, because I know he will always be there for you. No matter what."

"That doesn’t change the fact that I was worried. I was scared, just like when I told you."  Red explained.

"There was no need. We will always be by your side." The Empress said.

"The culprit must be scered. Their trial is inevitable. "The Rabbit added.

"I told you to let it go."

"What are we talking about? Who will be tried?" The Hatter asked.

The three others in the room exchanged glances but remained silent.

"Rabbit." The tall man simply stood and walked to the door. He performed a small spell on it.

"What are you doing?"

"Securing the room. It’s not my place to say." He returned to his seat at the table.

"Alright then, which one of you will tell me what’s going on? " Bridget pulled a camera from her dress and started recording.

"Darling."

"This is what I’m talking about. " Red pointed at her mother.

"Your Majesty, I don’t think this is appropriate if it’s important."

"It is appropriate. We are here, darling. You are not alone."  Red sighed.

"I feel pressured, but the truth is, there’s no time to waste and it really weighs on me to keep this from you, Mads." She stood and walked around the table.

Calmly, she sat next to her first real friend. She reached out and he took her hand.

"I’m pregnant, Mads." She simply said and he laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Good joke. " Except no one else was laughing.

He met the eyes of the Rabbit and Bridget. Both had gentle smiles. Then, he looked into Red’s anxious eyes, the little girl he had once explained the world to. The little rebel who played pranks on everyone, everywhere. She had grown into the young woman sitting before him. A worthy heir who accepted her future role for herself, not just because it was expected of her.

"No. Tell me you’re lying." He whispered.

" It’s true." Red said clearly.

He stood up and looked at her, closing his eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Red Rose, how could you let this happen?! You’re only 19, young lady! Yes, sometimes you act on instinct without thinking things through, but this?! " The young woman’s eyes widened.

It was the first time she had heard the funny, slightly mad Hatter yell.

"You haven’t even finished your education yet! Holy hats, is that why you’re rushing the coronation?!" He took a breath and removed his hat." Do you even realize what happens now?"

"You hug me? " The shocked girl blurted out.

" No, Red! What happens to you now?"!

"I become a mother." She said with a guilty smile.

He hadn’t expected that. That she would be so calm about it.

"And where is the other parent?"

"Not in the picture. "Bridget turned off the camera.

"What?!"

"The other parent abandoned me. Denied the night we had. Just ran away."

"Do they know about your condition?"

"No. She doesn’t. " The man sighed.

" When will you tell her?"

"I don’t plan to. She doesn’t want me, so why would she want our children? What if she does what my father did and demands I get rid of them?"

"Your children?"

" Yes. Two." She smiled softly.

"Holy hats." He let out a maniacal laugh. "So, you know who your father is?"

"Yes. Mom told me. I didn’t expect it, and it hurts to know he didn’t want me. That’s why I plan to raise my children alone, without involving anyone else. I don’t want to have to tell them they weren’t wanted. My mother, before… she always said my father was just a dead man. And now I understand why. I don’t regret knowing, but it doesn’t change the fact that it hurts to know that one of your parents wanted you dead before you were even born." Mads' laughter stopped, only to start again.

"Tell me, child. Tell me a name. I will take care of it."  The madness in the man’s voice filled the air.

Red understood the anger, but she knew it was unnecessary. She stood up and hugged him.

"I’m here, Mads. I’m with you. There’s no need to spill blood over some sea trash. He doesn’t even deserve to be called that. I have my mother and you, the Rabbit, and General Spade. You’ve all been with my mother all this time."

"Yes, that’s true. " Now calmer, he returned the embrace." But the matter of your roses’ origins is not settled."

"Alright. I know. Mom and the Rabbit started plotting just by exchanging looks earlier today."

"Count me in. "He said.

"Mads! "Red scolded. "Not you too."

"Just wait until your uncle Jack hears. We won’t let this slide." Red stood there, mouth open, stunned by the adults.

"I thought you all were supposed to be the voices of reason. Are you trying to start a war?"

"I would gladly burn all of Auradon for you, darling." Bridget chimed in.

"Holy cards and you say I’m irresponsible."

" Yes." Mads confirmed without hesitation.

" You’re willing to start a war over one night."

"No. I want a war because your innocence was tarnished and then the culprit denied their actions."

"Mom!"

"Bridget is right." The Rabbit confirmed and the Hatter nodded.

"How do you expect me to tell you anything when you’re like this?!" And so, a new argument began.

An argument that continued into the next day, until the heir threatened to refuse her family’s company at her doctor’s appointment unless they stopped.

Chapter Text

Red had been sleeping well ever since she started sleeping next to her mother. Bridget herself was exceptionally pleased with their new arrangement. She even once allowed herself to say it felt like before, when Red was very little. Almost still a baby. And once again, they were sleeping in the Empress’s grand bed. Red, the daughter of the tyrant, had fallen silent for a moment and thanked the woman for caring for this other version of her, because the rebel had never slept with her mother. She always sent her off to her own room, even after bad dreams. And the people who comforted her had always been nannies and maids.

The kind woman knew all this from before, so she didn’t dare to say much more until the moment the young woman wanted to know more about that past. The Empress showed her paintings, photos, and her own diaries about Red’s life, but insisted they also live through these things themselves. Red’s mother showed her how to bake, how to drive, how to plant flowers, even though she already knew how. They also did many childish things together. Bridget even once convinced her to play hide-and-seek. Red agreed but picked Mads for her team, and Bridget was allowed to choose two helpers to keep things fair. And so this little game of theirs began. The heir decided to play seriously, so she simply hid in the best and most obvious place in the castle, the library. The seekers figured it out pretty quickly, but the girl had just lain down on one of the highest bookshelves and watched them search with a wild grin. After a few hours, when the adults started to despair, she decided she had tormented them enough and moved. She deliberately left a trail to the tea room and ordered tea to be served before dinner. After the servants silently followed her orders, the Hatter, who was caught a long time ago joined her for a cup. A little after dinnertime, the Empress, Rabbit, and General Spades entered the room and were left speechless. Red said that if her mother wanted to do it again, she would allow the entire guard to join and even teased the woman by showing her photos she had taken in the library.

That was one of the many small things her mother had done for her. Things she had once been denied. And so, little by little, the heir came to understand what true motherly love was. And these days, she felt somehow calmer, knowing Bridget would be there for her and her daughters. That’s how she fell asleep early on Wednesday, due to her commitments the next day. Her sleep was peaceful, but at some point, the girl felt awake, yet surrounded by darkness. She heard her mother’s gentle voice.

"See, sweetheart, there’s no need for stress,she’s sleeping."Then came a soft cooing.

A gentle laugh.

"Just a moment, my little clover, and I’ll be with you."She heard her own voice. It was so tender.

There was movement, then a bit of fussing.

"That’s better, isn’t it? Now give me the other foot. No, my sweet rose, the other one. … Yes, that one. Give it to mommy. … Good, now just the buttons left."She spoke slowly, and Red got goosebumps.

Then her mother laughed.

"Yes, we’re ready now, aren’t we, little rose? Mommy just has to get dressed."

"Mom, stop, for the sake of the cards. We talked about this, this voice doesn’t help them. Mila confirmed it; you just need to speak slowly."

"Mila can say I shouldn’t kiss these sweet little feet either."Kisses and childish giggles."But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop."

A sigh was heard. Red wanted to laugh, but no sound came out. Then there was the sound of slippers.

"And grandma will give you kisses too. Just a moment."Then more childish giggles and the sound of kisses.

The soft sound of her own laughter was the last thing she heard before she opened her eyes. She looked around, she was in her mother’s bedroom, wearing pajamas. But that dream had felt far too real. The heir got up slowly, stretching. Then she went into the bathroom. She washed her face and went through her morning routine, smiling the entire time. And she didn’t even know exactly why. It was just a dream, a hallucination of her mind, but it had made her happy in a way she couldn’t explain. After she left the bathroom, makeup-free, she saw her mother was still asleep and checked one of the clocks. It was only 6:46. Her mother usually woke up at seven. And the appointment with the tailors was at 8. So Red picked out clothes for her day and pulled out a dress for the Empress—a long, pink one. One of those Bridget wore only on her more relaxed days. But the rebel decided that this was the one for today. Then, satisfied with her choice, she returned to the bed to snuggle up next to her mother. She gently played with the woman’s long, slightly wavy red hair. She looked so beautiful like that, and the heir wished her mother would wear her natural thick curls more often.

Bridget shifted slightly and instinctively hugged the body next to hers. Red laughed, and the woman opened one hazel eye.

"What is it, my darling?"

"Impossible morning. I'm just laughing at how cuddly you are, Mom."

"And is that a problem?"

"No. It's just nice." The woman opened her eyes, now more fully awake.

"So why are you up before the alarm?"

"I don't know. I just woke up." Red had a silly crooked smile, and she knew it.

"Judging by that smile, you slept well." She nodded. "I'm glad, but I'll have to get up soon."

"I already washed up. Just need to get dressed and put on a bit of makeup. I picked out a dress for you today." The woman gently stroked her child's red strands.

"Thank you. You're so beautiful like this, my rose. Please, smile like that more often." Bridget asked.

"I’ll try. Will you wear what I picked for you?"

"If it means you’ll keep smiling at me like that, I’ll do anything."

"Even leave your hair as it is?"

"Uncombed?"

"Curly." The Empress laughed and nodded.

Then the woman turned and playfully tickled her little rose.

"Moooom!" She squealed.

"You woke me early, now you must face the consequences." The woman tickled the girl a little more, then gently pulled her close.

She rested her daughter’s head on her chest and wrapped her arms lightly around her. The still-giggling young woman snuggled into her mother. They stayed like that for a while. Just holding each other on the mattress, with the sheets tangled between them. Then the older redhead let her go.

"Come on. Let’s start this day." She was cheerful.

"Alright. Will you have work after we are done with the dress?" Red asked innocently.

"My rose. I always have work. Why?"

"I just wanted to walk with you today. Just for a little bit." She met her mother’s hazel eyes. "I wanted us to do something small while we’re out."

"It would be my pleasure. But first, the dress." Red got up at once and rushed to get dressed.

"You’d better keep your word, even if the lords set the castle on fire."

"I’ll behead them first, darling." The Empress said with a playful tone, but her daughter knew she wasn’t joking.

Then the two of them got ready for the day and set off into the city in a carriage. Bridget looked much more modest than usual. No crown, just a delicate necklace with a ruby rose, a gift from Red last New Year. The carriage stopped in front of a not-too-large house, and the two got out. They were greeted by a young blonde woman who led them into the house and a large studio that was in a bit of disarray.

"Damn winds. They’ve been here again." Bridget said loudly.

“SSSSSSSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Came a sound from behind a pile of fabrics. “Don’t be like that, little red princess. The wind is beloved by the birds and the mushrooms. Don’t be so harsh. Your love is for roses, sweet or red. They may prefer bees, but the winds carry them too.”

"I know. I know, Yana. It’s good to see you're still so in love with the breeze." To Red’s surprise, a short woman with greenish hair emerged from the pile.

She wore a strangely cheerful smile and a long lavender-purple dress. The girl recognized the quality stitching from meters away. She was clearly quite old, despite her face not showing more than fifty. Magic for longevity.

"I hope my great-granddaughter was respectful." To Red’s shock, her mother slightly bowed her head, a gesture equal to a deep bow for them.

A sign of great respect. Red also lowered her head immediately.

"You don’t need to bow before me, child. You don’t even know me."

"But my mother knows you. If she respects you, then so do I."

"Wise child. Now, why are you here?" The woman stepped closer to the girl.

"For a dress." Red managed to say, still surprised by the clear green eyes studying her.

The princess's magic tried to read the woman before her, but surprisingly found only fragments of decisions and chaotic thoughts. She was searching for something.

"Well. It would’ve been odd if you came here for anything else. I am, after all, a tailor . But your mother, the Empress herself, asked to meet with me, not one of my daughters."

"I need a dress for my coronation. In 21 days." The girl said, still caught up in the fragmented thoughts and confusion in the woman’s mind.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She would either need to look elsewhere or sort through this mess to even be able to look her in the eyes.

"Three weeks. Bridget, you’re in quite a hurry. Not retiring, are you?"

"No. It’s just time. We're here because we have a rather special request and requirement for the dress."

"Alright. Let’s take measurements and sort out the details, time won’t wait for us."

And so Red was pulled into a 40-minute measuring session unlike anything she’d seen before. She’d had clothes tailored before, but never had every detail of her body measured this precisely. She felt a bit exposed when the seamstress measured her waist. She even tensed unconsciously, and the woman scolded her. Her mother sat nearby behind a screen, sipping tea. The two older women were engaged in a strange conversation about tulip leaves. When the measuring was done, Red got dressed and returned to the Empress.

"She has good structure, but the scars will require a closed back, and the length of the dress should be a little longer due to the body’s turning line."

"You know best."

"Very well then." The woman vanished among the mannequins and returned with several rolls of fabric floating behind her. All of them red.

"This one’s too bright." She started holding them up to Red’s skin tone. — "And this one's too bland."

"Not that one. It won’t look good under the lights." Her mother chimed in.

This went on for several minutes, until it became too much for Red.

"Could you stop?" She asked, but the women didn’t hear her.

"This one’s too creamy."

"Stop it!" Red's voice rose slightly, and her magic lightly filled the room.

The fabric rolls fell to the floor. Two pairs of eyes turned toward her.

"First, the fabric you're looking for is on the second floor. Second, the skewed stitch will look better on the blue dress you're thinking about. And that grass green will complement the light palette of the suit you're working on, but I don’t think it’s fit for a wedding. As for my dress, it’ll be in skeletal red, with deep gold embroidery. The corset will be adorned with white roses alongside the golden details. The lining would be best in black, or even navy. That will make the contrast oddly magical under the golden light of the throne room. Considering this will happen at sunrise." Red walked over to sit on a nearby chair. "Everything else can be as you like. My head is killing me."

The seamstress stood with her mouth open. She snapped her fingers quickly, and a piece of paper appeared in front of her. She started writing fast and chaotically.

"The fabric was upstairs! My child, also order more grass green!" She shouted.

"Yes, grandma." Meanwhile, Bridget approached Red’s chair and offered her a glass of water.

"Sorry if we’re rushing." The girl drank the water down.

"No, it’s just that the woman’s mind is so chaotic. And you both just started waving colors around without asking me."

"Yana. Little rose, call me Yana or Yan. You’ve earned it. Thanks for the help with the fabric and the orders. My mind really is all over the place, but that’s just me."

"I understand. It’s just my magic. Chaos is my home, but your mind is like a non-homogeneous mix of oil and water. Always moving. Never stopping. Even the old Hatter isn't like this." She returned the glass to her mother.

"Thank you for the compliment, child. I’ll make the dress as you wish. Look, something like this." Red met her green eyes.

An image of an opulent gown appeared before her. Utterly conservative and covering everything. It fit Red’s body perfectly.

"It looks good. Just… the skirt. Can we do something with it? Maybe a little texture at the hem or something? This isn’t exactly my style."

"Yes. I’ll start sketching today, and when I’m done, I’ll send you the designs." The woman nodded.

Bridget rose from her chair and motioned for the woman to sit.

"Now for the specific part."

"Yes?"

"You’ll need to wait to finish the dress until the last moment."

"Meaning?"

"We expect Red’s measurements to change in the coming weeks."

"You expect?"

"We know."  Said the Empress firmly.

"How much?"

"Just enough for two roses." Red shrank slightly in her seat under the clear green gaze that shifted to her.

"Stars and hearts…" — Her eyes seemed to see the girl in an entirely new light. "Two, you say?"

"Two." Bridget nodded with a smile.

The seamstress stood and moved in front of Red. She gently rested her hand on the armrest of the chair and slowly knelt before her. She reached out her hands in a gentle offering, and Red, slightly trembling, took them. Her hands were somehow frail, bony, but steady in hers. They radiated experience and strength.

"May you be with us, my child. May you witness your great-grandchildren. The strength of your little granddaughter. Eyes that can sever heads, and magic thicker than your own. In the name of winds and mushrooms. Health and strength in your blood, but may hers be even wilder. Like the old days, children like storms and dancing." Red saw old memories.

She saw a small child with lighter red hair than hers and softer features. It ran around the woman, asking endless questions, while an older, similarly red-haired woman spoke with Yana.

"You? You knew grandma when she was a child?"

"Yes. I’ve been on this earth for over 300 years. I knew your great-great-grandmother before she passed. She was a friend of mine. That old witch cursed the lords for everything and anything, but she was fair to the people. She nearly ended two of the oldest noble houses because they stole one hour of her time."

Red was stunned, while Bridget laughed.

"She was in labor. I understand her." They laughed, and Red was once again reminded how much she still had to learn.

After finalizing the desired dress details and agreeing to meet again on Tuesday to approve the design, Red and Bridget left Yana’s house. Once out on the street, Red took her mother’s hand and they began to walk. Their clothes were modest, but they stood out with their red hair. Surprisingly, only small children seemed to take notice of them. That made Red happy. She felt… normal. At least in that moment. Just a girl out for a walk with her mother. She even slowed her steps a little, and the Empress matched her pace. They walked peacefully, occasionally stopping to look at shop windows. And so, they neared their final destination.

Bridget had the feeling she knew this place, but couldn’t quite place it. She definitely needed to spend more time in the city, it was shameful not to know her own capital. She saw a little child dash across the street and stop in front of Red, waving. Her daughter laughed.

"Shelly, what are you doing outside?" Red looked around. "Where are your brothers?"

The little girl turned and pointed at the building behind her. It was a small tavern.

"My brothers are with Dad today. We're waiting for them to have a late breakfast. They went to get some herbs for Grandma Mila."

"Your mom's inside the tavern?"

"Yeah, with Mila." Red nodded and offered her hand to the child.

"Will you take us?" The girl nodded, then seemed to notice the woman next to Red for the first time.

"Oooh. Hello. You look like a Rose." Small eyes studied Bridget. She smiled.

"Actually, my Rose looks like me." She said sweetly.

"Is this your mom? Is she the one who made the lemon pie with strawberries?" Red nodded.

"Yes." The child's eyes lit up with even more excitement. "Cool! Mom’s feeling better now..."

Shellie cheerfully kept talking as she led the two of them to the tavern. As they stepped inside, Red was greeted by the pleasant scent of gentle spices and peach tea. The interior was all light wood, something the Empress immediately liked. A few steps later, the child let go of Red and ran to a table where her mother and Mila were sitting. The old healer told the girl to calm down and asked why she was back so soon.

"I saw Rose! She’s here with her mom." The healer immediately turned around and laughed, getting up from her chair.

For the first time, Bridget let go of her daughter’s side and hurried forward. The two women embraced.

"By the weeping willows! Child, I can barely recognize you. You look like you’re still twenty. That hair and no unnecessary embellishments..." Mila gently stroked her curls.

"We had a bit of business nearby, and Red wanted to walk around. Somehow, we ended up here. Your house is nearby, isn’t it?" The healer laughed loudly.

"I don’t think it’s a coincidence." She looked at Red. "Why didn’t you say Bri would be with you?"

The Empress immediately looked at her daughter. The rebel smiled innocently.

"Didn’t I mention it in my letter?" Her voice was quiet.

Before Bridget could fully grasp what was going on, Mila nudged her toward the table.

"Let’s leave it for now. Have you eaten?"

"Just some fruit, we had an early meeting."

"Then sit down, child. Rascal, bring savory cake and sandwiches!" Mila shouted.

"Stop yelling, old witch!" Voice shouted back.

Bridget and Red sat down. The Empress smiled at the other woman at the table, on whose lap Shellie was now sitting.

"Good day. I’m Bridget. You have a wonderful girl."

"I’m Jo. And I can say the same, you’ve got a wonderful child. Yours helped my little troublemakers at the market."

"It was nothing. That woman tried to trick them. I just did the right thing." Red lowered her voice. "Is there peach tea here?"

"Yes. On Fridays, they serve fruit blends." Jo said.

"Want me to order for you?" Mila asked, but before she could call someone over, the girl stood up.

"No. No need. I want to enjoy the peace while I can. Shelly, will you come with me?"

The girl jumped to the floor, and the two of them walked over to the large wooden bar, where a young man was wiping glasses.

"Excuse me, where can we order tea?"

"Here. What do you want?" He replied flatly without even looking up.

"One rose with milk. One peach. And whatever Mila’s usual is. What do you want, Shelly?"

"I don’t drink tea. It smells weird."

"Milk?" Red offered. "Or juice?"

"Milk isn’t for drinking without cookies." The child declared.

"You’re right. Then five of each cookie you have, please."

"Alright." He continued polishing glasses, taking a deep breath. "One rose milk tea, one peach, one milk in a cup, cookies in fives, and a witch's brew for the old hag’s table!"

Shellie giggled, and Red stood stunned. Then they returned to the table. The women didn’t miss the shocked expression on the heir’s face.

"It’s just how things are here, don’t mind it. You just yell out your order. Where do you think your mom learned to shout in court?" Red raised an eyebrow.

"She doesn’t shout in court. Only during council with the lords or the military."

"Same difference. Well, I should congratulate you then, speaking of which."

"Thanks, but that’s not necessary." Shelly sat in Red’s lap and began to play with the loose red strands of her hair.

The adults drifted into conversation about the current issues in tea production. The rebel looked at the little girl and decided that if she had to listen to grown-up talk, she might as well entertain the child. She leaned slightly toward her mother.

"Could I borrow something?"

The Queen of Hearts just nodded.

"Cards?"

Bridget pulled them out of a pocket in her dress and handed them over without even looking at her daughter. Red placed the deck on the table in front of her and Shelly. Then she caught the girl’s attention with her left hand and tapped the card box.

"Want to see a few tricks?" The heiress asked, and the child nodded. "Then take out the cards, please."

The girl opened the box, but it was empty.

"There’s nothing inside." She looked confused.

"Let me see." Red reached inside, but there was nothing.

Then she looked around and reached toward her mother, who sat beside her.

"Mom, sorry, but you’ve got something behind your ear." Red made a showy move and pulled the deck of cards from behind her mother’s ear. The adults just smiled and continued their conversation.

Red spun the deck between her fingers a few times, shuffled them skillfully, and then spread them into a fan in her left hand.

"Pick a card." The little girl in her lap grabbed one and pulled it out.

But when she looked at it, she didn’t seem to like it. The Three of Diamonds.

"What’s wrong? You don’t want that card?"

"No." Red set the deck down on the table.

"Which one do you want?"

"The Jack of Clubs."

"Why?" Red tucked one of the wild blonde strands of the child’s hair behind her ear.

"Dad has a club on his uniform. And the Jack is a captain."

"Like your father?" Shellie nodded, and Red gently took the Three of Diamonds.

She held it between her index and middle fingers and spun it. In a moment, the card became the Jack of Clubs.

"Lol." The little girl said.

"You think that’s cool? Want to see how he commands the cards?" Red kept her tone low.

"Yes! Yes!" The child started bouncing excitedly in her lap.

"Alright. First..." She tossed the card and snapped her fingers. When the card landed on the table, the Jack stepped on it. Still card-sized.

"Now that we have a captain, we need soldiers." She made a circular motion with her right wrist.

All the Clubs came out of the deck. The King and Queen lay on the table, and the others grew legs and arms. The cards lined up in formation before the Jack, from Ace to Ten. Shelly stared in wonder at the magic unfolding before her.

"Captain, they’re yours." Red said.

The Jack appeared to give a command, and the cards began marching between cups and plates on the table. The child watched in amazement, and Red basked in the sound of childish laughter in her lap. Unbeknownst to her, the three women were watching while still engaged in conversation. The Empress was on the verge of tears. Her girl was so gentle and kind with the child in her arms. She was ready.

And Red? She was just having fun. She was simply doing what she always wished someone had done for her when she was bored. Turns out even a dysfunctional parent can teach you how to be parent at least, what not to do.

The two girls watched the cards’ movements with childlike smiles. Red unconsciously started fiddling with the Queen of Clubs. She spun it between her fingers. Suddenly, a strange shiver ran down her spine. As she spun the card, a shock like electricity shot through her skin. She dropped the card.

"Aaah!" She looked at her fingers.

Everything looked normal, but they still felt kind of numb.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" The Empress asked immediately.

"Yeah. Something weird just happened. It felt like I got shocked." Red felt her own magic bubbling under her skin. But why?

"Let me see." Bridget gently ran her fingers over Red’s left hand. "Everything seems fine. Are you sure you didn’t channel too much magic into the card?"

"I wasn’t even trying to do anything. I was just playing." At that moment, the young man arrived with their order.

"For you." He set everything down on the table and walked off.

"Scoundrel, what did you order?" The healer asked, surprised at the number of cookies on the table.

"Milk isn’t for drinking without cookies." The heiress said simply, pulling a plate toward herself.

Red placed a sandwich on it, along with a piece of savory cake. Then she added the sweets Shelly had pointed to, helped the child tuck a cloth napkin into her collar like a bib. The girl happily sipped her milk and picked up a lemon cookie, while Red tucked her own napkin into her shirt and bit into the sandwich. Egg, tomato, and cucumber. It was delicious.

Red ate slowly, deliberately offering one of the cookies to her mother, knowing she too didn’t like eating in public. Slowly, Bridget relaxed and tasted the savory cake using a knife and fork. Shortly after the rebel finished her meal, Shelly’s brothers and father entered the tavern. The boys ran up to Red to show her what they’d found in the forest. Oleron opened his bag, and the heiress immediately recognized the same scent that had made her throw up at the healer’s house.

"Damn it." She gently lifted the girl from her lap and stood up, stepping away from the children. Then she covered her nose with a handkerchief from her bodice. "What’s in there?"

"Language." Bridget scolded.

"Wait." Mila took the bag, reached in for a second, and pulled out a small spiky plant.

Then she sealed the bag, stood, and walked toward Red, who immediately backed off from the smell.

"Keep that away from me, in the name of the cards!" She nearly shouted.

"Ha. Wild dogweed. At least now we know." The woman magically sent the herb back to her house.

She handed the bag back to the boy.

"Here. Now you can show her." Red relaxed as the smell vanished.

"That stank horribly." She returned to her seat. "Sorry boys, the stench was just..."

They didn’t seem too concerned and resumed showing the herbs and telling stories from the forest. Three minutes later, all the children were at the table. Shelly was once again in Red’s lap, and the boys sat around them. Their father stood frozen beside the table, watching the scene in shock.

"Honey, remember when I told you the kids made a new friend at the market?" Jo asked gently.

"Yeah? The honey incident."

"Well, this is their new friend." She gestured toward Red. "And this is her mother, Bridget."

"Nice to see you again, Senior Captain. How’s your leave?" The Queen of Hearts smiled.

"Good, Your...Bridget."

"Well then..." — The Empress began a light conversation with the man.

Everyone enjoyed the pleasant company, and after the children finished eating and Red finished her tea, Mila decided it was time to return to work.

"I'm sorry to leave such good company, but I have a patient coming soon. Thank you for the help with the herbs, little ones." She gave each of the boys a silver coin and slipped a few into the father's hand as well.

"Looks like the clock’s really calling." Red said as the children groaned, but let her go when she promised they’d see each other again soon.

She stood and headed to the bar to ask the bartender for the bill. He told her 4 silver coins, she tossed him 5 and went to the restroom. On her way back, she passed Mila and quickly returned to her mother, who had already tucked her the cards away.

"Come on, we need to hurry." The girl said urgently.

"Why?" The woman stood, slightly confused.

"I have a feeling I’m going to get yelled at if we stay longer." The rebel laughed.

As they were about to leave, Shelly bumped into her and handed her a card. Red recognized the back of her mother’s deck and slipped it into her pocket. Then the two slipped out of the tavern.

They made their way to the healer’s house and waited for her.

"What was the point of rushing, my rose? We’re going to wait for Mila anyway." The heir laughed.

"I paid the bill." She whispered, and Bridget burst out laughing.

"Little Jabberwocky. Why do you always get into trouble?"

"Because it’s fun." Just then, an angry Mila appeared down the street. She pointed straight at Red.

"Hey, rascal, did you pay the bill?"

"What are you talking about?" She feigned innocence.

"Get inside before I make you eat mushroom stump." The woman unlocked the door, and they went in.

The three of them moved to the examination room, where Red sat on the bed and tugged her mother down next to her.

"Why exactly are we here?" The Empress asked, and the healer smiled.

"I wanted you to meet someone , truly meet them. And Mila asked me to come by so we could go over a few more things." Bridget's eyes widened instantly.

"Shall we begin then?" The healer sat in her swivel chair and pulled the ultrasound machine toward her.

Bridget tried to stand, but Red stopped her. She pointed to the pillow and tugged it over. The woman sat where she’d been, and the heiress took off her shoes, unbuttoned her tailored trousers, and lay back on the bed, resting her head in her mother’s lap. She pulled up her shirt and lowered her pants just enough to reveal her full belly and relaxed.

The healer nodded approvingly and approached. The Princess of Hearts reached back to her mother, who took her hand. Mila applied gel to the young woman's belly and gently began the ultrasound. After about 20 seconds, she stopped the transducer and shifted the screen slightly toward the two on the bed. Red watched her mother the entire time. She saw the exact moment she understood the black-and-white image, the way her eyes widened, then turned glassy, and how she gripped Red’s hand tighter.

"This is your first granddaughter..." Then she moved the transducer ever so slightly. "And this is the second."

The mighty Empress slowly began to cry. She tried to hide her tears, but a steady hand calmed her. Hazel eyes met nearly identical ones, and the woman let out a tearful laugh.

"It’s real. It’s real. I’m going to be a grandmother."

"Yes, Mama. These are my roses." Red said, tears at the edge of her own eyes.

"Would you like pictures of..."

"Yes." Bridget said immediately.

"Alright." The healer began to take several good images, trying to contain her laughter.

A few minutes later, she paused and looked at the Empress, reaching over to hand her some tissues.

"You haven’t even heard the best part yet."

"What?" And the steady sound of two hearts, nearly in sync, filled the room.

"They really do sound like one."

Bridget was stunned for a moment before tears flowed again. Red held her hand and even took out her phone to snap a few photos for memory’s sake. As the woman’s tears started to ease, the healer turned off the machine.

"Now we just need to clarify a few things. Is that alright?" She asked Red, then glanced at her mother.

"Go ahead. I’ll have to tell the full story eventually." Red wiped her belly with a tissue.

"We’ll begin monitoring their magic, and yours, more closely around week sixteen. So I only have one question for today. Conception date?" The woman pulled out a paper and a pen.

Red stared at the ceiling for a second. Took a deep breath.

"Night of May 24th into the 25th." She said.

"Alright." The healer started writing.

"Are you sure, darling?" Bridget asked.

"Yes. The 27th was our last conversation." Her voice was chillingly cold.

"Right. Quick math... these roses should arrive around mid-February next year." Red startled.

"When exactly?"

"I can’t say with absolute precision. Somewhere between the 10th and 20th of February. Twins tend to come early. Why?"

"I don’t want to have children on Heart Day." Bridget laughed.

"February 14th. Well, only they’ll decide when. If they’re like you, they might do it just to fulfill your nightmare." The room burst into laughter, though the horror on Red’s face remained.