Page 89 of Once Upon an Enchanted Kiss

“Well, there is a way,” Titania said. “If you’ll allow it.”

Rosamund cut her a glance as Elara joined her. She nodded. “Yes, please.”

A smile creased her beautiful face. She cast a questioning glance at the other Fae queen who gave her a nod. They clasped hands and closed their eyes. Together, a power formed between them. A bright, blue-white glow began to surge from them and then covered Rosamund. Her skin tickled as the sparkling radiance overcame her. She watched, fascinated, as the threads of her gown reformed and repaired. After a moment, the light faded and she was standing there once again in her beautiful green wedding gown.

She was unable to hide her gasp of delight. “You did it.”

“Of course, we did,” Elara said. “You are truly a fairy princess now, dearest.”

“Rose, your skin is…sparkling,” Phillip said, wonder in his voice.

She glanced down to see her skin was, indeed, shimmering in the late morning sun.

“Our work here is finished,” Titania said.

“Finished?” Phillip asked.

“When we were invited to the wedding, we suspected Rowena would also arrive and exact her revenge,” Elara said. “Since she would know the princess was not dead as she had expected.”

“We hoped, of course, that was not the case,” Titania said. “It was why the four of us decided to come. I’m only sorry we did not act sooner.”

“We will do everything in our power to make sure Rowena never again releases her dark magic on anyone,” Elara added.

“And we appreciate that, your majesties,” Phillip said with a low bow. “Thank you for your help.”

“We should have helped more,” Titania said. “Now, we must take our leave and see to the Tribunal.”

They both bowed to Phillip and Rosamund. They returned the bow.

“Farewell,” Rosamund said.

And then they disappeared in a puff of faery magic.

Jeffrey and Charles joined them, then, looking as though they’d both been run over by an oxen cart.

“Oh,” Rosamund exclaimed.

“By the gods, man, you both look awful,” Phillip said.

“We both feel awful,” Jeffrey said. A grim expression crossed his face.

“I thought that dragon was going to be the death of me,” Charles said.

“The death of all of us,” Phillip added.

Her parents along with King Reginald and Queen Adele arrived then, relieved to see all of them still alive and in one piece.

“I suppose we will need to reschedule the wedding,” Phillip said.

“We can still have a wedding,” her father said.

“We can?” Rosamund’s head snapped in his direction.

“Of course, we can,” he said. “We have a chapel, don’t we?”

“But, my darling, what about all the guests?” her mother asked.

“We will just have to make do,” Stephan said. He gave his wife a large, joyful grin, as if this was the best idea he’d ever had. “Bring those of the highest rank into the chapel, find the bishop, and let’s get these two married.”

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