Summer is a small town girl living in the village in Camelot, The whole kingdom is looking for one. Lucky girl to train to be a princess, but what happens when summer falls Head over heels for Freddy the prince, son of Snow White and Prince Charmin...
A/N Only two more chapter and an epilogue until the end, I would like to thank you so much for supporting this story, I'd had a blast working on it and sorry it took forever I was busy anyway into the story
Chapter 18: Wedding preparation and the underworld
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S U M M E R
It was just a few days until the wedding and it's been crazy, and also sad since I won't have my dad with me at the wedding.
As I was getting measurements for the wedding dress, Snow and Emma came in
"Can't believe your getting married," Emma said
"I know,"
"My sons very lucky to have you as his wife,"
"Thank you," I said as I fiddled with the engagement ring Freddy gave me
"What's wrong?" Asked Emma
"I just want my dad with me at the wedding,"
"Hey I think there might be a way to get your dad back," Snow said
"How please tell me?"
"You have to go to the most dangerous place in the whole realm,"
"And what's that?"
"The underworld,"
~~~~~~~~ F R E D D Y It was a few days till the wedding and I was getting measurements for my wedding suit when all the sudden summer ran in
"Summer what are you doing?" I asked
"I'm going to the underworld." Summer Said
"Why? We're getting married in two days."
"I know but I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise."
"Be careful," I said as I hugged summer
"I'll won't make any promises, Emma going with me."
"Why don't I go?" I suggested
"Thanks Freddy but I need to do this alone,"
"Please?"
"Ok fine we leave in a few hours," summer says then she left
I hope she knows that the underworld is dangerous
Then I left and got ready for the journey
————— Hope you enjoyed and finally another chapter, anyway I have a cover for super220022 so here it is
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