Seti did calm down eventually, but he still couldn’t quite bring himself to accept Ariel as his son’s chosen bride. Not that it mattered in the slightest, for there was nothing that he could say or do that could prevent their union. Queen Tuya had enough blessing for the both of them and Moses declared that he would be “tickled” to have Ariel as a sister.

The day of the wedding arrived and Ariel found herself dressed in the finest silk in all of Egypt for the occasion. Queen Tuya declared that there was surely no goddess in all of Egypt that could match her beauty that day. Moses was...

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ
Tʜᴇ Dɪʟᴇᴍᴍᴀ

~

"Merde*," Spy groaned. "We've barely had a day here and there's already a problem on our hands!"
"Hey, we'll all get through this!" Esmeralda began. "In Paris I've survived really harsh winters, and I didn't even have much back then! If we keep our heads up and hopefully we've gotten--" She was cut off by Sniper.
"Yeah, Esmeralda, but...this winter came unexpectedly. It's supposed to be in the middle of summer. We haven't really taken much to go up against these conditions."
"Brrrrr, can we please get home soon? It's getting cold already!" Rapunzel...

“Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand...”

Belle lay on her stomach on the fur rug, listening to her father’s soft soothing tones as he recited the poem they all knew by heart once again. It was the only thing that could calm the children on a stormy evening like this. Jim, sitting...

It had been exactly one day since John Smith had seen the beautiful girl, and the whole time he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. He hadn't told anyone else about the incident, not even Thomas. They would have just thought he had been going crazy, or thinking about Pocahontas again. But for once his mind hadn't been constantly relooping the memories of her, and this girl hadn't looked anything like Pocahontas either. John Smith hated to say it but the maiden had been much more gorgeous than anyone, or anything he had ever seen.

After she had dived into the water, he had circled the...