Aurelia Charming - daughter of Prince Charming and Cinderella - is head over heels for one of her father's knights, Rowan Winters, despite her father disapproving of the relationship. Despite it's impending doom, Rowan and Aurelia find troubles tear...
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𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊 — Chapter 9 Aurelia Charming
Thankfully, it hadn't taken long to finish the potion and then share it between the trio, all of them gagging and fighting the urge to puke it all up as they swallowed the liquids down.
Shortly after, the three friends made their way into the city center after confirming their appearances had indeed changed. Rowan looked like an elderly man with more wrinkles than Aurelia could count and a back so hunched, she wondered if it hurt him terribly; Atticus had transformed into a little boy around the age of eleven with hazel hair and the mouth of a sailor—Aurelia knew they'd have to remind him continuously not to swear so much about his new appearance once they were surrounded by people, considering civilians would find it incredibly disturbing to hear a child mutter such words under his breath; and finally, Aurelia had merely grown a little taller and a little older, probably around her thirties. Except now she had lilac hair and honey brown eyes.
"How come I have to be the old one?" Rowan grumbled, his voice so ancient and wise that Aurelia's hand flew to her mouth as they mounted their horses.
Atticus's young voice sounded when he laughed, "Holy crap, Winters. You're old."
Even in old age, Rowan ran a hand through his gray hair and spat, "Damn child."
"Oh no," Atticus started and Auerlia could hear the sarcasm dripping from his words. "Your Highness, I thought you said the potion would change everything but our personalities?"
Aurelia rolled her eyes.
"There's your proof that it worked then," Atticus grinned. "Rowan's the same."
Rowan replied by flipping the Knight off.
Aurelia couldn't help but study the way that the two glared at each other now. She had a hard time believing Atticus when he'd told her that they'd been friends for over a decade, even after she'd heard the same thing from Rowan. Just looking at the way the two offered each other nothing but coldness sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't imagine being friends with someone for that long and having everything change in the matter of forty-eight hours.
"Over there," Rowan said, leading the trio forward on their horses and pointing at an inn ahead of them.
Now that they were in the busy city center, Aurelia was a little too fixated on the crowds around her than the inn Rowan was now trotting towards. She and Atticus rode side by side through the streets of Shadowfell Vale and the princess pondered the question of why this place had earned such a name. Shadowfell Vale sounded terrifying. It sounded like the type of place one would only ever go to if forced, and those who lived there were simply trapped in a forever horror story.
But now. . .looking around at the dusty, brown and crimson marketplace and the tall but slowly crumpling homes around them, Aurelia felt nothing but pure curiosity. Lines of laundry connected houses above the market square while balconies were colorful with plants and people's magical laughter. They didn't look trapped. They looked like they loved the sandy, hot Vale.
