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My Not So Happy Ever After - Chapter 5 I didn't sleep well that night. Philip didn't come to bed until well in the early morning. He had been discussing possible defence strategies. No place for a lady. Not even one who was technically queen now. I was made slightly happier that Philip had called for my family to take up residence in the palace. I didn't believe that they were safe at their home, especially since it was directly in the path of Margaret's forces, should they start their offensive. It also meant my mother, the one person I believed had the power to reverse my original spell was now close to me. When he did come to bed he was so distant, just climbed in on his back, totally still, clearly deep in thought. I didn't know what to do. He still hadn't been given chance to grieve for his parents. I draped my arm over him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as he pulled me in closer. I awoke at dawn to the sound of knocking at the door. "Who is it?" I asked. Philip was still asleep. He definitely needed it. "It's the servants, my Queen," I heard the servant girl Ellie say. "We've come to get you ready for your coronation." My coronation? We only found out that Philip's parents had died yesterday. They hadn't had a funeral yet and already people were wanting us to take their place. How insensitive can you get? I threw myself out of bed and stormed to the door opening it a crack. "AND WHO, MAY I ASK, HAS DECIDED ON THIS?" I yelled at the suddenly nervous looking girls. "Don't take it out on them," I heard Philip say wearily from the bed. "It was decided last night" "I'm sorry, can you give us a moment," I said to the servants. "Yes your highness." I turned to Philip. "What possessed you to arrange this?" I asked. "There is already so much going on, this is the last thing you need!" "That may be," he calmly replied. "But it's what the people need". I looked at him with confusion. "Things are in a state of pandemonium," he went on. "Their King and Queen have been murdered, their realm has been declared war on by a tyrant who has admitted she isn't afraid to kill anyone who gets in her way and they have nobody officially in charge. There's nothing we can do about the first two at the moment, but the least we can do is rectify the third. It won't be the usual big ceremony, but we need to go through the motions." "But what about what you need?" I asked. "Your parents have been murdered and you haven't even had chance to grieve." "I'll have plenty of time to grieve at the funeral tomorrow." Having agreed, I went on to receive a pampering that I was less than enthusiastic about. I was bathed and washed, my hair was curled and piled upon the top of my head and I was helped into a puffy, gold and emerald green gown with a huge bow at the back. Finally, my princess tiara was placed on top of my head. When we were both ready, we were led into the throne room to sit in the thrones. This was incredibly uncomfortable for me. Even though it had been a couple of days since Queen Juliette had last sat here, I swear it felt like the throne hadn't even had chance to get cold before I gently placed myself in it. We went through the vows, of how we would protect the realm to the best of our ability and how we would rule, justly but firmly. After that my princess tiara and Philip's prince crown were removed and they were replaced with our crowns that would be the symbol of us being King and Queen. It was now official and it felt so heavy, both literally and figuratively. The messengers were sent out into the realm to announce the news. Hopefully this would help bring some calm back into the Kingdom. Afterwards, Philip was straight off to see General Simmons and the rest of the war committee. I just wish he would rest a moment. He was likely to have a breakdown if he carried on like this but he was being far too stubborn to even think of taking a break. I took this as an opportunity to go and see Appleby in his dungeon. Now I was Queen, I had direct access to the Kingdom's wizard. "My Queen," he announced when I walked in. "I can't remember the last time somebody who looked so regal came into my dungeon." "Hello Appleby," I replied. "I haven't had chance to change after the coronation, and please don't call me Queen. It makes me feel so uncomfortable, knowing the reasons why I have that title." "Your Highness then," he amended. "What can I do for you? I am rather busy looking into ways we can defeat an army of the undead." "Just a moment of your time, please," I requested. "I have recently been having day dreams and night dreams of another world. A world where everything is different but full of the same people. A couple of people I have spoken to have had similar experiences." "The mind is a curious thing," Appleby replied. "Not even wizards and witches have complete control over it." "I was just wondering," I mused. "If you may have a spell that could unlock lost and forgotten memories?" "No spell my dear, to be frank I never got far past potion making, my mentor was the only other magic user except for me and he died while I was still in training," I started to lose hope at that. "However, I do have a very simple potion that can do exactly as you ask." "Really?" I had hope again. "Indeed, in fact I have a bottle ready as it happens." He turned to his shelf and grabbed a bottle of dark blue liquid. "One sip of this and the person will automatically regain any lost memories, however depending on the strength of the mind and how important the memory is." "Thank you Appleby," I said, taking the potion and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." "Your Highness," he said rubbing his cheek and blushing furiously as I left the dungeon and immediately made my way to my mother's bed chamber. I gently rapped on the door before entering. Inside were my mother and Kayleigh. Mother was brushing Kayleigh's long hair. "Nicole," my Mother said in surprise. "My Queen," Kayleigh said, with a smirk. "I'm sorry Kayleigh, but please don't joke about that. It makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable," I asked of her. "Of course," she said, "I understand." She had grown so much more mature since the "curse" incident. "I was wondering if I could have a word with Mother?" I asked Kayleigh. "You can, it gives me chance to stalk that sergeant in the Royal Guard," she said with a grin. "He seems to have his eye on me." She left with a little skip in her step. "It doesn't take her long," Mother said, shaking her head. "Anyway, what can I do for you?" "I was wondering if you could have a sip of this drink," I said brandishing the potion. "I believe it tastes of blueberries, my servant, Ellie, says rasberries." Mother looked at me with a curious look in her eyes. I could understand why. Why would I need to send Kayleigh out of the room for her to just taste a drink? But she went along with it anyway. "Hmm, I would say it doesn't taste of either," she said after a sip, before her eyes went wide, as if sudden realisation had just hit her. "You're not Nicole," she said, pointing at me accusingly. "You're Nick, my son! What the hell is going on here?" She was back! She remembered. Everything was going to be okay! I explained to her what happened. Being 100% truthful as I knew it to be, including why I believed certain people had taken certain positions, especially why I believed I was now a girl married to Philip. "So you went against my rules, cast magic that you didn't understand and now look at where we are. Poor Philip's parents are dead because of you!" she ranted at me. "I know Mum, I know. I didn't mean for any of this to happen" I wailed as the tears started flowing. Mum looked at me with sympathy "But you can fix this can't you?" She took me in her arms and started cuddling me. "I don't know, honey," she said. "If a spell affecting reality had been cast, I should be able to feel it. I think, like you, I have lost my magical ability." "Fuck!" I swore. It felt good to swear in front of somebody. Something told me it wasn't Queen like behaviour. "What about Appleby?" she asked. "He's a magic user." "He just admitted to me that he can't do much more than potions. He wouldn't have the knowledge, even if he did know what he was trying to counteract," I replied. "But if he has the ability, but not the knowledge and I have the knowledge, but not the ability," Mother mused. "If we work together, we should be able to find a way!" "The wizard will only work with the King or Queen, but if I give him his memory back, he should be happy to work to get the old world back!" I surmised. We had a plan. A while later I was back in the dungeon (hey, I was still in my coronation gown. I may have gotten used to getting about in this kind of attire, but it still wasn't practical) with a glass of water that had been mixed with the memory potion. "Your Highness." He looked at me surprised. "Twice in one day?" "Yes," I replied. "I just wanted to thank you for your help earlier, I noticed how stuffy it was in here and thought you could use a drink." "Your Highness is very kind," Appleby replied as he took a drink. The same wide-eyed look of realisation came upon his face. "I'm not a wizard!" he announced. "I'm a physics teacher! And you're not a Queen. You're Nick! You were one of my pupils." I had the same long drawn out discussion with Mr Appleby (that's how I knew him as my physics teacher) that I'd had with my mother. I didn't want to let him know that in the other world, my mother and I were magic users, but I didn't want to hide anything that may be important to reversing the spell. Our fate was in his hands. Mum spent the rest of that day, sneaking down to see Mr Appleby whenever my father was in council with Philip, which was most of the day as it happened. I was helping where I could but since I had neither the knowledge or the ability in magic, I wasn't much use. And whether my Mum knew I wasn't really a Queen or not, I still had an image to uphold. We had spoke about bringing the memories of others back, but since we weren't sure if we could reverse the spell, we needed everybody else focussing on defending the people from Margaret. "But if in this realm, true love's kiss can break any spell" Mum was saying. "Why hasn't it already been broken? Philip and Nick..." "Call me Nicole Mum," I interrupted. "I don't feel much like a Nick right now." "Too true, you are much too beautiful to be a Nick. It's almost a shame that you'll lose that beauty when we change back, but one teenage daughter is enough of a handful I suppose" Mum joked "But as I was saying, Philip and Nicole have kissed plenty of times and they are definitely in love." "No no, it's not like that," Mr Appleby responded. "It can break any curse. Not any spell." "But there is no real difference between a spell and a curs," Mum stated. "Only the intention of the spell caster," Mr Appleby explained. "If the caster means ill, it is cast as a curse, but since Nicole's intentions were good, it came off as an ordinary spell." "I get it now," Mum replied "But anyway, back to it. There is a magic that is creating this reality, I need to train you to be able to sense magic. When you can sense it, you can feel any active magic nearby. When you can feel it, that's when you can understand it." This was when I was beginning to realise that my input to this would be minimal. I decided to make myself useful and see if I could help Philip any. It would also be handy to know when my father was finished in the council so I could warn Mum. I quietly entered the council chamber. "But we don't have to go to war," Philip said. "What other option do we have?" my father asked. "Hand the Kingdom to Margaret? She's a tyrant!" "We still don't know how to kill a single one of her undead army," argued General Simmons. "Sources report that more and more empty graves are appearing by the hour. This army could well be in the thousands. At the moment our choices appear to be either hand her the Kingdom and live, or sacrifice tens of thousands of lives fighting the inevitable. If we live, we can carry on searching for a weakness. Even if you abdicate the throne Philip, the people will still follow you over her." "The wizard has said that the undead can't cross water," announced Lord Jeremy. "We can survive as long as we're in here, surrounded by the moat!" "And what do you think will happen everywhere else?" said Simmons crossly. "They will slaughter everybody else they come across, providing more bodies for this undead army. They will lay siege to the palace and starve us out. That is not an option." "Let the people decide," I announced. "Nicole," Philip said, shocked. "This is no place for you my love." "Hear me out," I said. "Send the messengers out to the villages telling them that the day after tomorrow, we shall have a vote on whether or not we go to war. Everyone who comes to the palace that day can have their say. This is just as much the people's decision as it is ours, they have a right to decide." "What madness is this?" Lord Jeremy stated, obviously finding the idea outrageous. "Democracy," I answered simply. The day after was the funeral for King George and Queen Juliette. It was a very sombre day although the crowd was alive with chatter about the upcoming vote. These kinds of decisions had never been put into the hands of the common folk before. As the service proceeded, I tightly gripped Philip's hand. While tears flowed down my face, his remained unemotional. I had hoped that today would be the day he finally managed to grieve but there was still nothing. After the service everybody seemed to go back to their usual day to day activities. That seemed to include Philip. As soon as humanly possible, he was marching off back inside the palace. I grabbed my skirts and hurried after him. "Philip! Where are you going?" I asked as I caught him up. "I need to get back to the council room. We still need to figure out how to defeat our enemy," he calmly replied. "Philip, you don't have to do this," I tried to reason with him. "And what do you expect me to do?" he said harshly. "Sit around doing nothing while Margaret plans our deaths?" "I expect you to grieve for your parents," I said, gripping his hands. "You haven't shed a tear since you found out they had died. You've been so incredibly distant lately. I'm worried about you." "You may worry about me, but I'm worried about the entire kingdom. It's what I've inherited." "You're no good to the kingdom like this!" "I'M NO GOOD TO THE KINGDOM AT ALL," Philip screamed at me in despair. I took his hand. "Come with me," I said gently as I led him to our bed chamber and sat him down. I looked him in the eye. "My dear Philip, you've had so much to deal with, you've had so much thrown at you yet you refuse to back down." "And look at where it's got us! Tomorrow I either send soldiers to their deaths against an army that we cannot hope to defeat or we condemn the kingdom to be slaves to Margaret!" "Forget about that for now," I said. "You need to sort your head out first. When you can think clearly, you'll think of the solution. Your parents are dead. They are never coming back. You need to grieve." He looked at me with tears welling in his eyes. "I can't be seen to be grieving. It's a sign of weakness. I can't show weakness." I gently stroked his cheek. "You can to me." The damn finally broke, tears rolled down his cheeks. I pulled him into a hug, resting his head on my bosom as he unleashed days of sadness, grief and frustration. Relieved that he was finally confronting his emotions, I started to think about how we can fight an undead army. We might not have to yet, Mum and Appleby were working their hardest to cancel my spell, but who knows how long that could take, or if it's even possible. Come on Nicole, you've watched enough horror films to know how to deal with the undead. This army of Margaret's are bodies that have been reanimated. So basically zombies. In zombie films, you kill them by decapitating them or destroying the brain. That's it! If she's got an army of thousands, she can't be controlling each one individually, so there must be some kind of brain function going on in each zombie. And the soldiers guarding the King and Queen were more than likely going for body shots, especially with the arrows. That's why they didn't kill any of them. I looked at Philip, he had fallen asleep. For the first time in days. I laid him down and quietly left the bed chamber to tell my thoughts to Mum and Appleby. "Of course!" Appleby exclaimed after I had explained my thoughts. "It seems so simple now. They are essentially the Hollywood zombies! Have you told the council?" "They wouldn't listen to me," I said. "They freak out whenever I enter the council chamber. But if you were to suggest it, it would make it look like that's what you've been working on down here!" "Fantastic suggestion your Highness, I mean Nicole... erm Nick?" he stumbled questioningly. "We'd best keep it formal," I giggled. "You never know who might be listening" "Of course my Queen," he said as he exited the room. I turned to Mum. "So how's it going?" I asked. "He seems to be getting there. He can do the basic spells and he's starting to really sense the magic in the air. It's too early to say if he's going to be able to reverse anything though". The next morning I woke up next to my husband for the first time in ages. He was still asleep so I cuddled up to him, resting my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. I hadn't felt at peace like this in a long time. Philip woke up shortly after, looking like his usual self again. The whole palace was buzzing today. Not only was it the day of the vote, but word had gotten out that the King's wizard had a plan to defeat the undead enemy. There was hope again. The entire day was spent with the common folk as they came in to give their view as to what should be done about Margaret's attack. As the day drove on it became clearer and clearer. We were going to war. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. As the evening came drew in, it was time for the King to announce to the people what was going to happen. "People of the Kingdom," he bellowed from the balcony, down onto the crowd below. "Today, you have decided the fate of our land, of yourselves and of myself and my dear wife." The crowd cheered. "Today, you have decided that you will not bow down to Margaret's tyranny. You have decided that we will fight back!" The crowd cheered even louder. It wasn't surprising, only around one in a hundred wanted to surrender. That was when the sky turned black, the wind howled and thunder bellowed across the skies. The clouds swirled to form that same image of Margaret that we had seen but a few days ago. "FOOLS," her voice bellowed across the wind. "You have chosen your own doom. I was going to give you a few more days before my invincible army started it's march upon the palace, but now I have already sent them on their way. They should be at the village of Skeltonia within the hour." Panic slowly started spreading throughout the crowds. "Fear not," she continued. "For those of you who are killed in battle will become my loyal subjects for eternity. However, if you do not wish to become a walking, mindless corpse, I will accept your surrender if you bring me the heads of your fake King and Queen." I looked at Philip, very worried. Would our people do that to us? "And one more thing," the cloud image spoke. "Don't be getting too excited about the 'weakness' your wizard has discovered in my army, that has already been dealt with." And at that, the skies cleared. The panic amongst the crowd however, did not subside. I suddenly felt myself being grabbed by one of the Royal Guard and being led off the balcony and into the council chambers. "My King, what are your orders?" General Simmons asked my husband. "Take a third of our forces and march towards Skeltonia," he ordered. "The rest are to remain on stand by. Margaret may well be directing her forces to other locations as well. As soon as we hear of where they are, we will march upon them as well with our remaining forces." "But what of their weakness?" Simmons asked. "Margaret says she has it neutralised." "We have to hope it is a bluff," Philip responded. "As soon as we engage the enemy, have a raven sent back here to give us as much information as possible." "Yes my King," Simmons responded. "One more thing Simmons," Philip said. "Yes?" "Have a small group of riders go around the villages between here and Margaret's castle, telling any people there to evacuate and head west, away from the danger. Any villages west of here are to take in the refugee's." "Very good Sir." It was now a waiting game. I had tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. I needed to hear some kind of news. Anything that would provide some kind of hope that we could succeed. Nearly a day later we finally had word from Skeltonia. A raven had arrived with a message. It was not good. Philip read it out. "Margaret's army are invincible," he started, his voice filled with dread "We have tried attacking their heads, but it's like they have some kind of invisible shield. As the bodies of our fallen comrades hit the ground, they almost immediately rise and march upon us. I have survived to send this message by hiding. Skeltonia has fallen. As will anything else that gets in the way of this undead army." "Is it genuine?" I asked, hoping it was some kind of hoax. "I'm afraid not," he replied as he showed me the official seal. "I'm afraid we are going to have to surrender ourselves." He was right. We couldn't risk the lives of everybody else to save our own skins. "I have to agree with you my love," I replied with tears in my eyes. "Have a raven sent to Margaret's castle immediately. My wife and I surrender and will take ourselves to the guillotine at dawn. Nobody else will die in vain for us!" The room was deadly silent. There was almost a sense of relief that we were going to sacrifice ourselves and that nobody else had to try and force us. The goodbyes were tearful. Father tried to force me not to go. Mum was almost collapsing in tears, barely holding on to the hope that Appleby could reverse all of this before it was too late. Kayleigh just hugged me. We didn't have to say anything to each other. We exited the front gates of the castle, both of us dressed completely in black and my hair tied back in a simple braid, down towards the courtyard where the guillotine had been erected. "I will go first," Philip said to me. "I cannot bare to see you die, but please do not watch." We shared one last deep kiss before he walked himself to his doom. I turned and buried my face in my father's chest as the blade was released. I stayed like that until his body had been carried away. Now it was my turn. "Please don't do this Nicole" my father begged me. But I had to. It was my foolishness that had led to all of this. I caused it and now I had to pay the price. I pushed myself away from him and walked to the guillotine that was stained with my husbands blood. The blade was raised. I counted to myself. 1... 2... "STOP," I heard a voice yell. But it wasn't my father's. It was Appleby. "I've got it!" He was so excited. "I've got it," he said again as he threw a bottle of strange coloured liquid on the ground. The executor, shocked at what was going on let loose of the rope holding the blade. I could hear it sliding down towards my neck. Then everything was black. I was on the ground. I felt so dizzy. What had happened? Was I dead? I opened my eyes. I was in the school hall. Decorated as it had been for the school prom. Were we back? We were. Appleby had done it, he'd reversed the spell! But not quite. I looked down at myself. I could see the cleavage that my canary yellow party dress was showing off. I brushed a strand of long brown hair out of my vision. I was still Nicole. I looked up. Philip was there! He was alive! I got up and ran at him - it seemed my skill of walking in heels had not been diminished - and launched myself into his arms. "Philip, you're alive," I almost screamed at him whilst peppering him with kisses. "I can't believe it." "Nick?" Philip questioned. "You're Nicole? What the hell is going on here?" "I don't know," I responded. And it was kind of true. The spell had been broken but I was still Nicole. "All I know is that we're both alive. I thought I had lost you!" "If I'm alive... Does that mean, my parents?" he questioned out loud. He quickly got out his mobile phone and dialled a number. "Mum? You're alive?" he said with joy in his voice. "And Dad? Ok, I'm coming straight home, I'll see you soon!" he said as he turned and ran out of the hall. I was left feeling a little put out. He didn't even say goodbye. I looked around the hall. Everybody was here, just as they had been the night of the prom. From what I could tell, this was still the night of the prom. It was as if the past few months hadn't ever happened. I saw Stephanie. Except she was back to being Steve. Why had she changed but not me? "Nick?" I heard a voice from behind me say. It was Phoebe. Along with Caroline and Emily. "Yeah, it's me," I said. "What's happening here?" Caroline asked. "It's like the past few months were just a dream. But you are still Nicole." "I know," I replied. "I don't get it either" "Aww, looks like our little princess is still here," a snide voice said from across the room. Jessica. I was just about to say something just as snide back when I heard, "Oh fuck off Jess!" "Yeah, fuck off." "She was about to have herself killed to save the rest of us!" "Your bitch of a mum was going to kill us all so that you could be queen!" And the insults at Jessica built up. Even the bitchy crowd were distancing themselves from her. Just then a sandwich from the buffet flew across the room and hit her square in the face. Jess ran out of the hall as the laughter built up around her. "Hey guys," I said to the girls. "I'm going to head home, let my parents know they still have a daughter. You coming?" "We would be honoured to escort our queen," said Emily as she pulled a curtsey. "Not funny Emily," I replied, but struggling to hold in a smirk. "Come on, let's go Queenie," said Caroline linking her arm with mine. "In here Nicole," I heard my mum say from the living room as I entered the house. She knew? I walked through. She was on her own. "Where's Dad and Kayleigh?" I asked. "I sent them away, told them you might be freaked out about still being a girl and I wanted to talk to you alone." "How did you know?" I asked. "I had a look in your bedroom. It isn't your typical teenage boys room, unless teenage boys now like pink, frills and teddy bears." "Do you know why I'm still a girl?" I asked. "Everybody else has changed back, but not me". "I have an idea," Mum replied as she stood up and walked to me. "You see, a curse can be used to take lives, but a spell can't. Not even in the process of reversing a spell" she said as her hand began to glow white when she hovered it near my stomach. "And if you had been turned back into a boy when the spell was reversed, you would have lost the baby you're carrying." "You mean?" "Yep, you've got a little life growing inside you," she said with a grin. "A little princess to be precise." Epilogue So life in the area carried on as normal, or as normal as they could. If it wasn't for the fact that I was still a girl most would have probably put the whole experience down to some kind of mass hallucination. Margaret and Jessica were driven out of town by an angry mob. While there was no physical evidence that Margaret had tried to kill us all, having the entire town wanting your blood (including the local police force) was not an easy thing for them to live with. Even Margaret's husband managed to grow a set of balls and divorce her. Steve was having a difficult time adjusting. He confided in me that he had never been happier than when he had been Stephanie. Eventually I managed to convince him to see a psychiatrist and was diagnosed as being transgender. He is now she and is happily living as Stephanie again, with the full support of everybody who knows her. Mr Appleby was the only one who didn't remember anything about the whole experience. That was down to Mum. She'd added a little extra instruction for when he broke the curse so that he wouldn't remember that she was a magic user in this world So what happened with Phil and I? I suppose you're expecting us to carry on together and bring up our baby while living happily ever after? Unfortunately, no. He was over the moon to hear that I was pregnant and we tried so hard to make it work between us, but the intimacy between us had gone. Phil was gay again and there was nothing either of us could do about it. We remained great friends though. Eight months after the world changed back, I gave birth to a little girl. We called her Bella. Phil was a fantastic father to her and happily looked after her at every opportunity. With help of my family and many other people, I managed to bring up Bella and pass my A levels at college. It was at this time when George (Phil's Dad) approached me asking if I fancied getting into politics. He said from what he had heard, I had made a fantastic queen and would likely have the support of the town if I were to push to be a member of parliament after I had been to university. It seemed to make sense in a weird kind of way. So here I am today. The MP for my town. Representing us in government. Bella is now eight and doing well at school. She finds it very funny when people curtsey to me in the street and loves the story of when Mummy was a princess. It was almost idyllic. Except... I never did get over Phil. I loved him with all of my heart and there was nothing I could do. If he could have changed his sexuality, I believe he would. But he couldn't. And I lived, not so happily ever after.