The Queen Wicked Deeds

"I am not jealous!" the shout of the girl filled the small room of the fan club. However, the two other girls sitting inside with some cups of tea on their hands were looking at her while shaking their heads from one side to the other. "I am not… it… it is true, I… I am just a bit frustrated, this is nothing, you don't have to worry…"

"Are you jealous?" one of the girls asked in a calm voice. She had already asked three times.​​

"N… no, I… am not," she walked from one side of the room to the other with her head nodding and shaking continuously. "Yes… I am just frustrated… that handsome idiot is only a noble of some little country without brain. He is an idiot. That is why I am frustrated… not that I am jealous."

"Are you sure?"

"It is true, Princess Anne," the chocolate-haired girl with a bright red ribbon kneeled in front of her idol and nodded, "yes, I am sure, I am not… jealous."

The cheerful little girl that was happily giving cards a few hours ago was now looking down and spiritless. She was in denial, but more than anything she was realizing for the first time in many years that she was feeling something else… for that idiot. Maybe she had always felt it.

The idiot in question, of course, was the Prince Martin of Forth. He was the arranged fiancé her father chose for her from birth. Even the King of Forth had already given his consent as she was the daughter of the Prime Minister, and they had known each other from long ago. However, she had never seen the idiot Martin as something other than a childhood friend. Or so she thought… 

However, only after seeing him flirting with her idol in front of her, she felt, at first, pride for her creation. The outfit she designed was perfect for the Princess, but then the stupid prince had to go further with his words and even tried to kiss her. She couldn't take it anymore and walked away even before that scene finished. The cards she carefully wrote the whole morning were for naught.

"We should go on with the mission, my princess," Hannah stood up and walked to the closet to choose another disguise, however, her disappointed back was seen by Jollene, her best friend.

"Don't worry," Anne said in a low voice, "we will punish that idiot Prince."

Jollene nodded and was grateful that she had asked for Princess Anne's help some days ago. She had written a letter and tried, by all means, to start a conversation with Moira to pass the letter to Her Highness. However, it turned out to be impossible to get a reaction from the expressionless girl, so she never knew if the letter got into the Princess's hands or not.ñ.

Just when she was giving up hope, the messenger of the Princess arrived with a small paper folded in his collar. Gandalf even gave the girl a lick on her cheek and left.

"Ready for the next step?"

Jollene nodded and walked in front of the closet. It was time for the final touch.

"Ready!"

*****

Meanwhile, in the tower of the boy's dormitory, a strange scene was happening. Two of the strongest knights of the year were in a dreadful fight. From the moment Prince Martin returned from the infirmary, and from the moment he managed to revert the spell of the vengeful Wizard Druon, he came to the room he shared with Henry and took out his sword.

"I challenge you!" He shouted and everyone knew he was serious this time, his tone, his grey eyes thar didn't show the easy-going behavior they all knew about. "You cheater!"

Henry was also in a not-so-good mood. Even the thunders in the sky were indicating how much of a shock he was feeling.

"Let's go," Henry said while taking out his 'REAL' sword. The students began spreading the rumors around and after a few minutes using the 'MINI' a smart device created by Teacher Vin, the whole school was invited to the back of the boy's tower.

"Two giants will fight!"

Some were shouting, some others were already posting bets. However, everyone knew that Henry will win. So, only the minutes of how long the fight will lasy were the bet.

"I bet for five minutes."

"No, he will make the Prince suffer," the boy elbowed his friend, "I think that half an hour will do."

"No, at least an hour of continuous torment."

The screams didn't stop reaching Martin's ears, and now the young prince was gulping. He knew that his friend was shocked and angry and wanted to help him manage that foul mood but… seeing the thunders and bolts of lightning, he was regretting it.

"He… Henry, my friend," he wanted to call down the challenge, maybe his friend would be a little understanding of his fear. "This… I think it is too late for a fight, the teachers won't like it. Don't you think?"

He said that, but he knew that maybe the teachers were already aware of the match. He was even bolder to think that they were hiding behind the students and sending some bets too.

"Are you afraid?"

"No, but this…" he gulped at the emerald eyes of his friend. Some could say that they were the eyes of an angel, so much beautiful for anyone to bear. However, Martin knew that behind that gentle gaze was hiding a monster waiting to emerge.

"Let's start!" 

Henry began attacking the Prince fiercely. Martin was also a great fighter but not anywhere near the tremendous power of Henry. Where did he get that much motivation? No one knew. 

Then after fifteen minutes and several pleadings of Martin, his young body crashed into a nearby tree exhausted. However, Henry was still full of energy and was about to trash him a bit more, but a shout from behind stopped him...

"Wait!" one of the boys stepped forward and ran all the way to the Prince, "don't hurt him anymore." The young boy with chocolate hait and delicate face pleaded.

"Are you jealous?"

The question came again, though, it was different person asking.

"Do you like me?"

Another question.

"Do you like me, Hanna?"

The silence was strange and the boy that had run towards the Prince nodded. The one asking the questions was the stupid Prince. However, now he was hugging his little fiancée that for many days had denied any feeling towards him. Only with the help of that strange Princess that was now dressing as a boy and Henry, though, he went a bit overboard. Only with their help, he finally got her.