87Once upon a time, there was a small country called Fiore. And in the capital city, Ferryport, was a castle with a king, queen, baby prince, and two lovely princesses. This is the tale of the older princess Sabrina Grimm and her first love.
Sabrina's eyes opened slowly. She sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She looked up and saw Layla, her favorite maid, cleaning her room. Layla smiled. "Good morning, princess!" She said cheerfully. "Sleep well?" "I did, thank you." She got up and walked to her dressing table and picked up her hair brush. "I can ask Lanette or Maria to brush you hair," Layla suggested. "I'm fine. I'll do it myself."
When Sabrina left her room, she found her little twelve year old sister Daphne. She looked worried. "Sister," Sabrina said with concern. "What is the matter?" She has a feeling she already knew. "It's them again." Her Sister replied. "Mother and Father are really upset." Sabrina sighed. Lately, a prankster-or pranksters-was messing with Fiore. Polluting, vandalism. It was frustrating her parents. However, the castle remained untouched. Together, the girls went down stairs and into the breakfast room. Sabrina's parents, King Henry and Queen Veronica, were eating. They seemed to be annoyed. Her four year old brother, Basil (the second) was also there, unaware of what was going on. Sabrina envied his obliviousness a bit. She quietly ate her breakfast. Afterwards she decided to take a walk in the palace garden. She strolled through the garden, admiring all the plants, but she was still worried. Usually, the garden made her forget her troubles. Not today. How could anyone slowly destroy her precious city? Or cause grief to her parents and beloved kingdom? And why? That's when Sabrina decided she was going to put her foot down. "I am going to catch this crook." She said aloud. "And make him pay for his crimes."
Sabrina "borrowed" some commoner clothes from the laundry. (Yes, that's not very princess-like, but she's going to protect her city and we can't have a princess randomly going around openly unprotected right?) She snuck out and headed towards the scene of the crime-the town square. It was ruined. The fountains were cracked and the water was dirty. The lamp posts were bent and an awkward mustache and pair of glasses were drawn on a statue of Fiore's first king, King Wilhem Grimm. She clenched her fists. She turned and noticed a message written in spray paint: THE TRICKSTER KING WAS HERE. "The Trickster King?" she wondered out loud. "In the flesh!" Said a voice behind her. Sabrina whipped around and saw the speaker. No doubt this was the person she was looking for. He seemed to be sixteen, Sabrina's age, yet there was something childish about him. "Who are you?" She demanded. "I told you, I'm Puck, the Trickster King." He said proudly. Sabrina glared at him. "Why are you messing with my subjects?" He sighed. "The Trickster King needs his playground doesn't he?" Sabrina tried not to punch him in the gut. Puck then grinned mischievously. "Or maybe," He said, leaning in way too closely. "I was just trying to get the beautiful princess's attention." Sabrina pushed him away. He cocked his head. "Oh?" He said, sounding disappointed. "You don't find me attractive? Well, princess. I think we can change that." Then he did something very unexpected-he kissed her. Sabrina was surprised. He broke away, leaving her unsure what to say next. She was angrier than before, and she wanted to rip his stupid smirk of his face. The worst part is, she thought it was nice. "Did you enjoy that princess? I think you did." Sabrina snapped out of it and slapped him across the face. "You-" She stopped. "How do you know that I'm a princess?" He laughed. "You see, princess, I-" "ROBIN‼!" Shouted a booming voice. "Shit," Puck muttered. Sabrina looked up. A man, no, he had wings. Insect-like wings. He was a fairy. He landed between Puck and Sabrina. "Hey, Father…" Puck said quietly and bowed down. The fairy man glared at Puck, then turned to Sabrina. His face softened. "My dear," He started. "I apologize for my son's foolish behavior. I assure you it will not happen again." He turned back to Puck. "Come, Puck. We're leaving." Then pink wings sprouted from Puck's back, and the two flew off. Never happen again? 'Yeah, right.' Sabrina thought.
"So….his dad was King of Faerie. Right?" "Right." Sabrina was telling her sister about what happened. She knew she could trust Daphne to keep a secret. "So, wouldn't that make him a prince?" Daphne asked. "I guess," She told her. "but there is nothing princely about him." Daphne giggled, but then her face turned serious again. "Shouldn't we tell Father and Mother?" "I honestly don't know. You know how rash Father can be. I don't want him to do anything reckless." Daphne nodded in agreement. "That's pretty hypocritical, but I think so too. But what should we do about the boy?" "I can tell his dad is pretty angry with him. He'll probably keep an eye on him so I doubt he'll do anything for a while." Sabrina looked out her window. "But he'll be back. I know it."