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Yaaay. I finally finished another without getting distracted for a long period of time. I had some time to finish this 'cause I'm sick. Anyway, enjoy this while I go shove down ice cream *thoat's on fire* btw, there will be two more instead of one. I had another idea for the story. Peace.

Part 8: The Letter

Charlotte was walking back and forth in her room. The thoughts swirled around in her mind all night long. Tomorrow, she thought. I’m marrying Helia tomorrow. He so-called dream come true was no turning into a never-ending nightmare. She wanted Joey and only Joey. No one else. She didn’t want to run a kingdom with Helia on her left side. Charlotte wanted to go horse back riding with Joey in a field where castles and royalty never existed and became a blur.

“Charlotte?” Juliet knocked on her door. “I know it’s late, but I have to see if they dress fits.”

“I’m coming,” she raced toward the door and unlocked it, leading her mother into her room. Juliet was holding Charlotte’s custom made wedding dress. It was a spaghetti strap dress that was pure white and sparkled in the light, thanks to the hundreds of sequins sewed onto it.

“Hurry and undress,” Juliet said. “We have a long night ahead of us.” She beamed.

What seemed like an eternity, only last an hour and a half. Charlotte lay in her bed with her silk sheets up to her neck, trying to think of a way to not marry Helia. Could she get a horse from the barn and ride away with Joey? Could she steal the carriage before she enters the alter? Would it be possible to say I don’t? Charlotte only wished and let out tears.

Thump!

Charlotte bolted out of bed to see what was happening. No one was at the door or her closet. She climbed the huge dresser table and gazed out of her window to see Joey throwing rocks at it.

“Can I come in?” he whispered.

She nodded her head and opened the ten foot window. Charlotte grabbed his arm and hugged him as he just got into her room.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Charlotte cried into his chest. “Somehow you’re always here when I need you.” She smiled.

“Well, I just wanted to come by. As I left earlier, I heard the maids talking. They said the wedding was tomorrow. Tomorrow!” he laughed. “Gossip is so misleading.”

“Joey,” she put her hand on his cheek. “The rumors are true. My mother found out about us, she told me she saw you leave the castle. I tried to deny it, but she wouldn’t fall for it. I’m so sorry Joey, this is all my fault! If I just opened the window and let you out earlier, this would have never happened. We would still have some time together.” Her tears kept coming out of her tear ducts.

“Charlotte, you know I hate it when you cry,” Joey hugged her like there was no tomorrow. “And stop blaming yourself. You have nothing to do with this. It’s my fault. If I suggested the window this wouldn’t be happening.”

“Oh, Joey,” Charlotte still sobbed even though Joey asked her not to. “What am I going to do?”

“You mean, what are we going to do?” Joey corrected her. “We’re in this together, Char. No matter what, I’ll always be by your side.” He stroked his fingers threw her dark violet hair.

The princess was stunned. Not by her lover’s answer, but by his choice. Charlotte now knew Joey would do anything for her. Her wishes were now given to her. Her love had finally come to rescue her from this ball gown and tiara hell. No more lessons about posture and etiquette. No ore fittings into dresses two sizes too small. No more rules from her mother. Charlotte . . . was free. Free at last.

“Char,” Joey smiled. “Grab your things.”

“What?” asked Charlotte.

“I have a horse waiting outside. We can go, we can leave. Wherever you want. We’ll see the world. Just you and me. What do you say?” Joey put his hand in front of him.

“Joey,” Charlotte was tearful again, but with a beam on her face. “You’re amazing.” Her tears slid down her face, making her cheeks all read and puffy.

“So I’ve heard,” he chuckled. “I’ll wait outside. Get ready.” He scrambled out of the window.

This was her chance. Her chance to leave and never return. Her chance to start over and be someone else. To be someone she wanted to be as a child. But, this would all come with a price. Freedom came with a price. And it was never cheap.

Charlotte took off her night gown and threw it on the floor, not caring if she acted like she was raised in a barn. She quickly ran to her closet and picked out a dress for the occasion. It was seriously too long to wear while riding a horse. She went toward her desk and grabbed her scissors. With a few cuts and a few stitches it was perfect for any circumstance.

I’ll never see her again. Charlotte stopped herself as she grabbed her bag. I’ll never see Helia or mother or anyone again.

Charlotte didn’t have time to say goodbyes, she pulled out her chair to her desk took out a piece of paper and a quill. Her right hand was shaky, but Charlotte was able to write with horrible penmanship.

Dear Helia, the paper said. And Charlotte wrote and wrote for another ten minutes before Joey asked if she were ready.

“Can we make a little stop before we go?” she questioned him. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“Fine with me,” Joey put his arm around her waist. “Where to?”

Irma was curled up into a ball on the sofa. Her eyes were wet and her heart was now broken. She had no hope left, none whatsoever. And that killed her inside. Everyone she had love either left her or died. Helia was now gone. He was not coming back. She had fantasies as the hours passed of how Helia would ride up on a white horse smiling and holding out his hand.

I never break a promise, Helia’s voice echoed in her mind. I said I would fix this and I did. I’m here now. I’m ready to run away with you, like I said. I love you, Irma, and I hope you love me too.

Irma saw herself in her dream. Her hair was longer and she wore her mother’s white and short wedding dress. Irma looked perfect, Irma was perfect. Her eyes were spilling out tears of utter joy, as she saw Helia’s face. Her world wasn’t so upside-down anymore. It was complete, it was picture-perfect.

Knock! Knock!

She came back to reality. Irma’s eyes popped open and leaped off of the couch. He came back! she thought. Helia’s came back!! Irma twisted the doorknob and stopped. Her heart continually sped up, like when Helia kissed her. No words came out of her mouth. She was shocked, totally shocked to see her.

“Hi, Irma,” Charlotte smiled.

“Charlotte?” Irma cocked her head. “What-what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Well,” she looked back at Joey, waiting by his horse, Blaze. “I, um, I came to give you this.” she handed her the letter.

Irma grabbed the note and saw Helia’s name printed on it. What was Charlotte giving it to her for?

“Charlotte, I don’t understand,” Irma gripped the letter in her hands. “Is it for me?”

“Well, yes and no,” she smiled. “I need you to give this to Helia . . . tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you give it to him at the palace?”

“I . . . I thought things through. If I gave it to Helia he would tell my mother and she’d send anyone and everyone to find me tonight. So, if you give this to him tomorrow, my mother will never know I’m gone until you give it to Helia.”

“What?” Irma was extremely confused. “Are you running away?”

Charlotte nodded her head. “I have to. I have to get away from all of this.”

“So the letter . . .?”

“Get into the castle-!”

“I don’t think that’s possible. Your mother fired me tonight. There’s a good chance guards will be recognize me if I go there.” She frowned.

“Irma, please,” Charlotte begged. “You have to figure out how to get in the castle and give this to him.”

Irma stood there for a moment and tried to process all of this. Irma had to give this letter to Helia tomorrow, if she didn’t . . . well, they’d eventually find out why. Irma figured out that Charlotte was running away with this so-called Joey. And she had to somehow come up with a plan to sneak into the castle, being as she now fired. No problem, right?

“Okay,” Irma sighed. “I’ll try.”

“Oh, thank you, Irma!” Charlotte ran to her and hugged her.

“No problem,” she smiled as she hugged her back.

“Irma, I am sorry for what I said to you, you know, when we first met,”

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” she said.

“And if I ever do come back, do you think we could be friends?” Charlotte let go of her and asked so nicely.

“Most definitely,” Irma winked and went back into her house, went to her room, and started coming up with blueprints for her mission.

*****

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Charlotte, Joey, Irma, etc. (c) ~maris4
Helia (c) Winx Club
Base (c) ~KoRose17

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Yaaay. I finally finished another without getting distracted for a long period of time. I had some time to finish this 'cause I'm sick. Anyway, enjoy this while I go shove down ice cream *thoat's on fire* btw, there will be two more instead of one. I had another idea for the story. Peace.

Part 8: The Letter

Charlotte was walking back and forth in her room. The thoughts swirled around in her mind all night long. Tomorrow, she thought. I’m marrying Helia tomorrow. He so-called dream come true was no turning into a never-ending nightmare. She wanted Joey and only Joey. No one else. She didn’t want to run a kingdom with Helia on her left side. Charlotte wanted to go horse back riding with Joey in a field where castles and royalty never existed and became a blur.

“Charlotte?” Juliet knocked on her door. “I know it’s late, but I have to see if they dress fits.”

“I’m coming,” she raced toward the door and unlocked it, leading her mother into her room. Juliet was holding Charlotte’s custom made wedding dress. It was a spaghetti strap dress that was pure white and sparkled in the light, thanks to the hundreds of sequins sewed onto it.

“Hurry and undress,” Juliet said. “We have a long night ahead of us.” She beamed.

What seemed like an eternity, only last an hour and a half. Charlotte lay in her bed with her silk sheets up to her neck, trying to think of a way to not marry Helia. Could she get a horse from the barn and ride away with Joey? Could she steal the carriage before she enters the alter? Would it be possible to say I don’t? Charlotte only wished and let out tears.

Thump!

Charlotte bolted out of bed to see what was happening. No one was at the door or her closet. She climbed the huge dresser table and gazed out of her window to see Joey throwing rocks at it.

“Can I come in?” he whispered.

She nodded her head and opened the ten foot window. Charlotte grabbed his arm and hugged him as he just got into her room.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Charlotte cried into his chest. “Somehow you’re always here when I need you.” She smiled.

“Well, I just wanted to come by. As I left earlier, I heard the maids talking. They said the wedding was tomorrow. Tomorrow!” he laughed. “Gossip is so misleading.”

“Joey,” she put her hand on his cheek. “The rumors are true. My mother found out about us, she told me she saw you leave the castle. I tried to deny it, but she wouldn’t fall for it. I’m so sorry Joey, this is all my fault! If I just opened the window and let you out earlier, this would have never happened. We would still have some time together.” Her tears kept coming out of her tear ducts.

“Charlotte, you know I hate it when you cry,” Joey hugged her like there was no tomorrow. “And stop blaming yourself. You have nothing to do with this. It’s my fault. If I suggested the window this wouldn’t be happening.”

“Oh, Joey,” Charlotte still sobbed even though Joey asked her not to. “What am I going to do?”

“You mean, what are we going to do?” Joey corrected her. “We’re in this together, Char. No matter what, I’ll always be by your side.” He stroked his fingers threw her dark violet hair.

The princess was stunned. Not by her lover’s answer, but by his choice. Charlotte now knew Joey would do anything for her. Her wishes were now given to her. Her love had finally come to rescue her from this ball gown and tiara hell. No more lessons about posture and etiquette. No ore fittings into dresses two sizes too small. No more rules from her mother. Charlotte . . . was free. Free at last.

“Char,” Joey smiled. “Grab your things.”

“What?” asked Charlotte.

“I have a horse waiting outside. We can go, we can leave. Wherever you want. We’ll see the world. Just you and me. What do you say?” Joey put his hand in front of him.

“Joey,” Charlotte was tearful again, but with a beam on her face. “You’re amazing.” Her tears slid down her face, making her cheeks all read and puffy.

“So I’ve heard,” he chuckled. “I’ll wait outside. Get ready.” He scrambled out of the window.

This was her chance. Her chance to leave and never return. Her chance to start over and be someone else. To be someone she wanted to be as a child. But, this would all come with a price. Freedom came with a price. And it was never cheap.

Charlotte took off her night gown and threw it on the floor, not caring if she acted like she was raised in a barn. She quickly ran to her closet and picked out a dress for the occasion. It was seriously too long to wear while riding a horse. She went toward her desk and grabbed her scissors. With a few cuts and a few stitches it was perfect for any circumstance.

I’ll never see her again. Charlotte stopped herself as she grabbed her bag. I’ll never see Helia or mother or anyone again.

Charlotte didn’t have time to say goodbyes, she pulled out her chair to her desk took out a piece of paper and a quill. Her right hand was shaky, but Charlotte was able to write with horrible penmanship.

Dear Helia, the paper said. And Charlotte wrote and wrote for another ten minutes before Joey asked if she were ready.

“Can we make a little stop before we go?” she questioned him. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“Fine with me,” Joey put his arm around her waist. “Where to?”

Irma was curled up into a ball on the sofa. Her eyes were wet and her heart was now broken. She had no hope left, none whatsoever. And that killed her inside. Everyone she had love either left her or died. Helia was now gone. He was not coming back. She had fantasies as the hours passed of how Helia would ride up on a white horse smiling and holding out his hand.

I never break a promise, Helia’s voice echoed in her mind. I said I would fix this and I did. I’m here now. I’m ready to run away with you, like I said. I love you, Irma, and I hope you love me too.

Irma saw herself in her dream. Her hair was longer and she wore her mother’s white and short wedding dress. Irma looked perfect, Irma was perfect. Her eyes were spilling out tears of utter joy, as she saw Helia’s face. Her world wasn’t so upside-down anymore. It was complete, it was picture-perfect.

Knock! Knock!

She came back to reality. Irma’s eyes popped open and leaped off of the couch. He came back! she thought. Helia’s came back!! Irma twisted the doorknob and stopped. Her heart continually sped up, like when Helia kissed her. No words came out of her mouth. She was shocked, totally shocked to see her.

“Hi, Irma,” Charlotte smiled.

“Charlotte?” Irma cocked her head. “What-what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Well,” she looked back at Joey, waiting by his horse, Blaze. “I, um, I came to give you this.” she handed her the letter.

Irma grabbed the note and saw Helia’s name printed on it. What was Charlotte giving it to her for?

“Charlotte, I don’t understand,” Irma gripped the letter in her hands. “Is it for me?”

“Well, yes and no,” she smiled. “I need you to give this to Helia . . . tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you give it to him at the palace?”

“I . . . I thought things through. If I gave it to Helia he would tell my mother and she’d send anyone and everyone to find me tonight. So, if you give this to him tomorrow, my mother will never know I’m gone until you give it to Helia.”

“What?” Irma was extremely confused. “Are you running away?”

Charlotte nodded her head. “I have to. I have to get away from all of this.”

“So the letter . . .?”

“Get into the castle-!”

“I don’t think that’s possible. Your mother fired me tonight. There’s a good chance guards will be recognize me if I go there.” She frowned.

“Irma, please,” Charlotte begged. “You have to figure out how to get in the castle and give this to him.”

Irma stood there for a moment and tried to process all of this. Irma had to give this letter to Helia tomorrow, if she didn’t . . . well, they’d eventually find out why. Irma figured out that Charlotte was running away with this so-called Joey. And she had to somehow come up with a plan to sneak into the castle, being as she now fired. No problem, right?

“Okay,” Irma sighed. “I’ll try.”

“Oh, thank you, Irma!” Charlotte ran to her and hugged her.

“No problem,” she smiled as she hugged her back.

“Irma, I am sorry for what I said to you, you know, when we first met,”

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” she said.

“And if I ever do come back, do you think we could be friends?” Charlotte let go of her and asked so nicely.

“Most definitely,” Irma winked and went back into her house, went to her room, and started coming up with blueprints for her mission.

*****

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Charlotte, Joey, Irma, etc. (c) ~maris4
Helia (c) Winx Club
Base (c) ~KoRose17