The Risen Queen and Fallen King (Unedited)

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~The Break In

Josie's POV

"Hello-o. Jabe?" A voice echo's through the door. Meanwhile drunk Xavier tosses silver spoons at Jabeth's portrait, grumbling to himself.

SHIT. Who is it? They sound pretty familiar.

"Jabeth, hello-o..? FUCKER ARE YOU IN THERE?!" The visitor bangs against the door, and I jump.

I whirl around, facing Zuko. WHO IS IT? I mouth. But he just blinks.

I scowl. I KNOW YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME.

In turn he starts to lick his leg, and I growl in frustration.

"Shh! He's probably not home," another voice says, older then the first one. Where have I heard them before..?

Xavier sniffs and throws a spoon at Jabeth portrait, which bounces off his painted nose and clatters to the floor. "Stupid Jabeth. Stupid Spoon!"

"Hey, someone's in there. HELLO?"

"No there isn't." The voice responds.

"Yes there is, I heard someone talking."

I freeze in my spot, blood going cold.

I groan and rip my hands through my hair. Where is Jabeth, he should've been back by now. What could be so important that he disappears and leaves me with drunk Xavier?

Oh for fucks sake, what do I do?

"Jabeth? Hello. Come on man, let us in. Don't make me break the door down." The voice pounds on the door.

B-B-Break the door down?!

"Like you could break the door down."

"Shut up!"

"Thad, he's not home. Why bother, he could be in the shower."

Thad?

Thad. Thad. Thad.. Where have I heard that name. That voice. It matches up somehow?

"Oh come on, Hen, live a little, won't you?"

Hen? Thad.

I feel my blood drain. Xavier watches me, bored with his spoons. "Ooh, lightbulb."

Thad.

As in Thaddeus.

As in, Thaddeus Blackwell.

And Hen for, Henry Blackwell, his brother.

HOLY shit. The Prince's of the Hells. Jabeth's-

'BAM'

I jump as the doors to the west wing fly off the hinges and drop to the floor to reveal two teenagers and a billow of purple and black magic sparkle a golden cloud.

-brothers..

FU-SHI-DAM-CRAP!

I think fast and dive onto the nearest couch just as the magic settles, face down on a pillow. I make my body limp as I pretend to sleep, although I am wide eyed against the fabric.

Foot steps 'click' and 'clack' as the boys enter, and I can almost imagine their faces, looking through the room skeptically. "Hey, Jabe! You here?"

One of the boys, who I believe is Thaddeus, clicks his tongue. "Do you hear any water running? Cause I don't."

The other boy, Henry, scoffs. "Don't be a smart-ass, Thad."

"WHERE IS MY MONEY?"

I sigh as quiet and heavily as I can. He just had to talk.

Xavier, who I can almost hear falling down the steps, flops onto the floor, where Thaddeus and Henry watch.

Thaddeus points and lets out a hearty laugh. "Ha ha! He's drunk again."

Henry huffed. "He must've been who was talk-who is that?" He double takes before fixing his gaze on me.

I visibly stiffen, and my breath stills in my throat. No, no, no.

Thaddeus tilts his head. "Huh?"

I can hardly breathe with my face mushed up against this pillow. Then again I can hardly breathe at all.

"Must be a maid." Thaddeus shrugs, "Is she asleep?"

"I think so.." But Henry shakes his head. "But she's not dressed like a maid."

"Maybe she's one of the fuckers who keep hunting Jabe." Thaddeus jokes.

What?

"No clue.. but she looks familiar." Henry suggests. "Jabeth would freak, if he saw a woman laying on his sofa."

Thaddeus smirks. "Then lets do him a favor."

Henry returns an impish grin before they both slowly stalks toward me.

FUCK. No, I can't let them see me!

Henry reaches towards my head.

I never should've come here. Jabeth, I'm sorry.

Only inches separate his fingers and my hair.

Oh stars, do anything. Something! Please!

"AAAHH!!"

Henry rips his hand from my head. Thaddeus and Henry whip to face the west wings open doorway as a blood curdling scream rips through the air.

I take the opportunity to run from the couch, dashing up the stairs. But the brothers soon notice. "Hey you! Stop!"

I trip over my own feet as I desperately head for Jabeths room. The only other place I am familiar with with a door. But they are relentless and chase after me.

"You can run but you can't hide!" I round the corner and pass the passed drunken Xavier.

Henry lunges and magic shoots in my direction. They reach for me, like arms and hands ready to strangle me. I scream and duck, where the dark blue and vibrant violet magic, like fire, shoot over my head.

It crashes against Jabeth's portrait, where a few bits of paint and rubble fall towards me as a looming shadow covers the space around me.

I look up to see Jabeth's portrait fall from the wall and hurdle towards me.

Xavier dazily reaches his arms across the floor. "Watch it."

"AAHH."


I sprint through the halls of the mansion, my arms and legs pumping. Workers dive out of the way as I zoom through the mansion.

I can't stop. What if someone's hurt. My brothers or Xavier. Or Josie. If she gets hurt.. not only will my crown be on the line, but I'm sure her own as well!
"Your Highness!" My butler polishes the frame of a portrait in one of the halls with a cloth. But I don't have time to explain. I don't have the need to.
My jacket whips in the air and I nearly trip over my shoes.
I pass the Library, where a crowd of workers fans in front of the entrance, gasps and murmurs and cries fill the air. They turn to see me pass and give out cries of shock. "It's him! What is he doing?"
I approach the doors to my wing, where I find the doors broken down.
No..
I come to a halt in the doorway, my hair disheveled and my chest heaving slightly. My clothes are disheveled and I feel alarm race through me.
I cup my hands around my mouth, frantic. "Xavier! GUYS! Jo-"
I stop when I see my brothers hovered over the sofa. Xavier is collapsed at the base of the stairs, passed out drunk. "Hey, are you okay?"
Henry and Thad whirl around to face me, and I briefly catch a glimpse of a woman unconscious on my couch behind them.
The fuck?
I stalk towards them. As I get closer I see the familiar dark hair and fair face I've seen so much these past two days.
Josie is conked out, with a bruise on her forehead and drool dripping out the side of her mouth.
I cringe and trail my eyes to my portrait, which is flat on the floor away from the wall.
I turn to face my brothers, planting my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrows. Worry fading to Anger. "Divulge?"
They both nod. "Agreed."

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