A/N: I want to make this a crossover with a couple other books, but to keep you from getting confused I will explain myself in the beginning of each chapter. This chapter involves the characters of 'Ella Enchanted.' It is written from Ella's point of view.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from "Ella Enchanted." I am just borrowing them, and will return them unharmed, and in one piece.

Happily Ever After

Chapter 1- Once Upon a Time in Kyrria

Eighteen years had passed since I had broken my curse of obedience. Every day I relished the control that I had, the power to say yes or no to any command. Char and I were crowned King and Queen of Kyrria five years after our wedding. His father had passed away in a battle, slain by ogres. Char was devastated, but took the crown with dignity, ready to be the King. And so far he was a great leader.

The leaves in Frell were turning from their summer green to a tapestry of golden browns and crisp reds. Our daughter, Princess Lela, was turning sixteen, and we were turning the palace upside down to make her birthday ball a special one.

Char and I had tried to make her entire life happy. At her birth, dignitaries and nobleman from all around came to bring our little princess gifts. Areida came, brining tiny handmade dresses, decorated with her own perfect embroidery. Slannen sent Lela a real Agulen, a large bubble, with tiny jeweled fish swimming inside. When a candle was placed nearby the fish glowed, sending sparkles of color all around the nursery.

A manservant arrived from the kingdom of Biddle. They had sent the baby a dog tiny enough to fit in a walnut shell, a puppy named Tefaw (Tiny Enough For A Walnut). Lela even received her own carriage from Bast, orange as a pumpkin, in my honor.

Lela was encouraged to behave like a lady in public, but in the private she was as wild as I was when I was a child. She and I frequently snuck out to the river Lucarno for a swim, and I taught her all the games I had played with my own mother in my childhood. Even Char enjoyed our banister-sliding competitions. The bottoms of most of our clothes had to be repaired many times.

The one shadow in my mind was Hattie. She had never forgiven me for marrying Char. She had something in the works from the day of the wedding, when Char and I rode through the city in a carriage, waving at our subjects. Hattie and Mum Olga had been glaring at me, and Olive was only standing nearby, cradling a plate with half a white cake on it.

I thought little of them, but occasionally my magic book would reveal a letter or note between the three. I paid little attention, just enough to check that Hattie was not going to harm my daughter.

Now, sixteen years after her birth, Lela and I were in the kitchen with Mandy, helping her bake a cake for the ball. Lela had always marveled at Mandy's cooking skills, but I had never betrayed her secret.

"Mandy, it's beautiful," Lela said with a grin. It was a chocolate cake, with beautiful minty green icing. Mandy had made minuscule march pane decorations, betraying the menagerie, Lela's favorite place. A tiny dragon graced one corner. I spotted Simon, the bird man, and all of his parrots, and Apple, the centaur. Lela loved to watch the centaurs, and could see their pasture from the window seat of her chambers. "How did you do it Mandy?" Lela continued. "It must have been magic." I eyed Mandy, but I couldn't see her face as she leaned over the hearth.

"Yes, Love, it was magic," Mandy said. My jaw dropped, as did my daughter's. I hadn't expected Mandy's bluntness.

"What?" Lela was stunned. She knew the story of me and my curse, but the only fairy we told her about was Lucinda.

"Mandy is your fairy godmother," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder. When I did, Lela dropped the bowl she was holding, as I had done a long time ago, when Mandy told me her secret. Mandy cleaned up the glass shards, and we explained about small magic, and the fairy blood. After her initial shock, Lela didn't seem all that surprised.

"I knew it," she said simply. To my daughter it all made sense. I had asked a million questions about Mandy's fairy-ship, and Lela had barely said two words.

I smiled and went back to my baking, happy that Lela finally knew our secret. Awhile later a manservant came to the kitchen with a bouquet of flowers that had been sent to Lela. She buried her face in the sweet smelling blossoms. I had my back turned, so I did not notice my daughter falling to the ground until I heard a bone-chilling thunk!

Mandy and I both flew to Lela's side. I picked up the bouquet, but Mandy snatched it from me and threw the flowers into the flames of the fire.

"They are poison," she said. I sent the messenger to find Char and leaned back over my daughter. There was only one thought going through my mind.

Oh, please don't let her die...