Disclaimer: I do not own the frog prince or the peasant's wise daughter

"I KNEW IT!" the king yelled triumphantly as he surveyed his son. Behind him Rosie landed with a thud onto the ground. "I recognized your voice the second you talked!" Prince Gilbert, however, was not interested in what his father had to say. In fact at that moment the only thing that came to his head was Rosie. He rushed to her side on the ground.

"Rosie." He whispered gently. She did not stir. At this point everyone realized that she was unconscious and one of the guards came to her aid.

"Excuse me your majesty." said the guard politely moving the prince out of the way. The guard leaned over her and pressed his lips into hers. Rosie gasped and Gilbert sighed in relief.

It took her a minute to realize where she was and more importantly what she was doing there. When it did come back she rather wished it hadn't.

"Thank God!" said Gilbert in relief. Rosie backed away as he tried to help her up.

"Thank you VERY much your majesty but I am quite capable of standing up myself." She got to her feet and gave him a deep curtsey. "Well your majesty, if you would be so kind as to release my father I'll be on my way." The Prince flinched.

"Now my dear I must insist that you stay at least the night! It is very late and I would not feel safe knowing you were out on your own at this time of night." said the King generously.

"Thank you very much your majesty." said Rosie with actual sincerity. "but I have been wandering the streets at night for a very long time and nothing has ever come of it…and now I will have my father."

"You will absolutely stay the night!" said the King sternly. "I am King and I order it."

"Father please don't tell her what to do."

"I don't need you to defend me!" said Rosie furiously.

"I am still ordering you to stay at least the night."

Rosie sighed defeatedly.

"Yes your majesty."

"Excellent!" said the King cheerfully. "Hansel!" he said, addressing the guard who had given her the kiss of life.

"Yes your majesty?"

"Escort this young lady to her room."

"Wait!" said Gilbert loudly. "I will escort her." The King seemed to consider.

"Alright. I suggest every one else go back to sleep."

"Right this way." Said the Prince and Rosie angrily followed him out the door. After walking for a few minutes the Prince turned to her and quietly asked. "Why are you angry with me?" Rosie stared at him incredulously.

"I am not angry with you at all your majesty!" sarcasm dripped from every word.

"Please don't call me that."

"Oh? Do you prefer Frog?"

"Yes." The Prince said quietly. Rosie just glared at him. "Please just tell me why you are so mad?"

"I don't want to! You might put me in your dungeon for that!"

"Ah." They were silent for a second. Then he said quietly. "You know I've changed."

"Really."

"A lady changed my heart." Rosie stopped and stared at him for a full minute.

"The boy in the story…"

"Is me, yes."

"How do I know you are telling the truth? How do I know you are really different?"

"I don't think I can prove-…I just need you to trust me." Rosie laughed.

"Trust you? You were never anything but a spoilt Prince who has nothing to think about but himself." But Rosie didn't mean that. However somehow it felt good to let it out on him. She had trusted him! She had even l-…well…she hadn't wanted him to die and now she felt betrayed. He was the prince. The feared, dreaded, and much hated prince and Rosie just could not stand that.

"You couldn't even say sorry to me after accusing me of being a witch! And-and- you're a terrible Prince! All your people are starving! And you don't even care! You throw people in jail for the most ridiculous things and you have the nerve to then think that you lead a hard life!" Rosie stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Gilbert just stared at her, a great sadness growing in his heart that he was afraid would never leave him alone again.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"WHAT?"

"I'm sorry I implied you were a witch. I didn't really mean it…and I am thankful that you took me out of the swamp and took me in…" Rosie glared at him. He was making it very difficult for her to hate him.

"YOU WOULDN'T EVEN GET THE PESTLE FOR ME WITHOUT ME HAVING TO BEG YOU FOR IT!" but she couldn't stay mad much longer. She was being unreasonable and she knew it. She felt tears burning in the corners of her eyes. "…and I hate you…so much…" and then she completely broke down into sobs.

The prince stared at her a torn look on his face. He wanted to comfort her so badly but…well; she had just said she hated him which meant that he probably wouldn't be exactly welcome….

"I love you." OH GOD WHERE DID THAT COME FROM! The prince thought confusedly. I didn't know that…not that I deny it…but I definitely did not mean to say that out-loud…

Rosie stared at him, a torn look on her face. She looked awful, absolutely awful at that moment and she was well aware of it. Her face was still looking pale from all the lack of breathing caused by the corset, her eyes were red and puffy and her face was glistening with tears. She was not a pretty picture…so why did the prince always seem to look at her as if she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet?

"Why…why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"You-you say things like that and you look at me like that-and-and then you do your big romantic gestures…you make it so hard for me to hate you…"

The prince felt a glimmer of hope awaken in him.

He had no idea what made him do it. But there he was down on one knee before he knew what was happening.

"Rosie, would you do me the honour of being my wife?" he voice trembled slightly but he held his ground.

Rosie stared at him for a moment. She had stopped crying. Finally she looked at him in the eyes:

"You realize of course, I am just a peasant?"

"Rosie, to me you are a princess…and I know you can make me a better prince- well I mean you already have…and I love you-and that's all that really matters…right?" he stared at her pleadingly. He looked at the floor. She was going to say no. He just knew it.

Slowly a small smile spread across Rosie's face. In a whisper so quiet she was sure he couldn't hear her she whispered:

"Yes." Gilbert stared at her.

"What did you say?"

"I SAID YES! You…terrible, arrogant, stupid-"But she wasn't serious. She was laughing. So Gilbert didn't let her finish. And Rosie couldn't help but give in to his embrace.

"I love you." She whispered when they were forced to stop for air. Gilbert wanted to tell her that he loved her back. He wanted to tell her again and again until he could no longer talk but he couldn't. He was just too happy to say a single word. And so instead he just grinned down at her like an idiot and let his eyes do the talking. Then she started to laugh and once she started she couldn't stop. Gilbert grabbed her waist and spun her around and around in circles. When he stopped Rosie was still grinning at him.

"I have an idea."

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The King awoke with a smile on his face. No one thought he was an idiot anymore. His people's faith in him had been restored. His son had been found-and no one could blame him for not suspecting he was turned into a frog. Unfortunately the smile would not last long. A guard burst loudly into his room and blurted out:

"The Prince is gone!" The King gaped at him.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"No sire. And the peasant's daughter is gone too."

The King collapsed. This was not saying much since he was already lying in bed.

"Oh and she left you this sire!"

"What is it?"

"A…a note?"

"Yes I know it's a note! What's in it?"

"It was addressed to you! I didn't read it." The King sighed exasperatedly.

"Well- then- read it NOW!"

"Dear Majesty:

I am awfully sorry to do this but I must leave right now. Something has come up and it's quite important. I have taken the liberty of releasing my father myself so there is no need to worry about him anymore. Have also selected the thing that I like the most in this castle and taken it with me. I do however realize that I have somewhat taken advantage of you so I suggest a compromise: He will spend the day at the castle, working, learning about how to be a King, and then he will spend the rest of his time with me. When you decide to retire we will move back into the palace and he will take over his duties. Also we would like to warn you that we are to be married. I know we should usually ask your permission but, well technically he is now my property so I hardly see the point. Thank you for your hospitality and your prince.

Sincerely:

The Peasant's Wise Daughter

P.S.: We need you to send us the family ring.

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"And that," said the witch cheerfully. "is how my spell changed the Prince from an idiot to the best Prince the Kingdom has ever had… and the most happy Prince, might I add."

Death glared at the witch. She was confident. Far too confident.

"Wwweeelllll…I suppose I'll let you off on this offense. You do of course realize that there are many other offenses I have against you and if you can't justify them then that man is mine."

"Yes of course! Which one should I tell you about next?"

"Are you blind woman? It's practically dawn! I still have eight more people to…ah…see. If I don't get to all of them I could be fired!"

Death jumped to his feet and sprinted for the door.

"But wait! What about-"

"He will remain in that state until I return-tomorrow night!"

The witch watched him from the doorway. His cloak slowly blending into the night until he became it. The wolf howled again as if in warning. The witch shivered slightly and closed the door.

"Until tomorrow…"

Author's Note: Wow! I can't believe it! It's done! Well part one is at least. THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! VIRTUAL CAKE TO YOU ALL! AND CHAMPAGNE! I will start part 2 soon. Promise. Till then-

Greenmaiden.