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Love Letter- Cedfia (Full)

Sofia is 18, Cedric is 21. His father was forced to retire just before Sofia became a princess at 14 (she goes through way to much for her to be 8 in my opinion). Other than that, series is still cannon.

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Clover hopped through the castle as quickly as he could, weaving in and out of the staff's legs while desperately trying to keep the paper clenched in his mouth. He could hear the thundering footsteps of the princess he'd stolen from behind him but didn't dare look back. Her polite and kind nature slowed her down, Sofia apologizing and excusing herself as she raced after him.

"Clover! You're not being a good friend!" She shouted, slipping as they rounded a sharp corner. He couldn't talk to her with the note in his mouth and since she wasn't slowing down either, he couldn't stop.

"Clover stop!" When he didn't, her footsteps stopped themselves. He slowed down just enough to glance back. He dropped the note as he saw her holding her Amulet, glaring at him.

"You're not," Clover deadpanned. Sofia raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to give me back my note?"

"You mean the one you wrote for Cedric in the first place?"

She shrugged. "Then you leave me no choice. I want to be a rabbit!"

"Oh, now that ain't fair!" Clover quickly picked the note back up and hopping faster to keep ahead of the golden bunny now chasing him.

. . .

The day had been passing dreadfully slow and being alone in his tower didn't help. There was supposed to be a ball later that night for the King and Queen's anniversary, so Cedric had prepared a display of magic.

Unfortunately that was all he'd be doing that night. He found no joy in going to ball's, especially ones that celebrated love. It did nothing but remind him of his own lack of a special somebody.

Well there was no point in having one anyway. He needed to focus on his spell casting and potion brewing. Like the ones he'd been working on all day.

Firecracker potions made with easy to acquire and cheap ingredients. Perfect for the young children to play with. Of course, the one he was working on now was for the King and Queen to open the ball with. They were to smash it on the ground to create a grand illusion of them on their wedding day.

He just needed a few extra ingredients, more rare like a phoenix feather and exactly two pinches of diamond dust. Anymore and-

Crash!

"Give it back Clover!"

Sofia. Of course. With the noise she was making he was lucky he didn't spill the entirety of the dust.

"I'd appreciate it if you come back later, Sofia," he called out, grabbing the second pinch. "I'm in the middle of-"

"Clover!" Sofia yelled as she stumbled in. She was trying to wrestle an envelope away from him. "Sorry Cedric, I'll be leaving as soon as Clover. Gives. Me. This. Letter!"

Just as Cedric dropped the dust in the cauldron, she ended up flinging the letter into it. Cedric's name, written in Sofia's elegant handwriting, got covered up with the red bubbling liquid. It turned to a bright purple and released a puff of smoke in the shape of a heart.

"Sofia, what was that about?" Cedric asked. Sofia instantly put her rabbit down and shooed the creature out. Highly unusual, considering how many times he'd asked her to not bring them into his workshop only for that plea to be ignored.

"I am so sorry, Cedric," She offered as she shut the door. "Is the potion messed up?"

"Oh it's alright, Princess. It's just not specific to your parents anymore."

"What's it specific to now?"

"Well, whatever was on that letter." Sofia blushed and he couldn't help but add, "That had my name on it." His smirk sent the blush going deeper.

"I can, um, help you brew a new one."

Sofia was rarely ever nervous, at least to where she was avoiding his eyes and her cheeks rosier than usual. Whatever was on that letter must be embarrassing for her. It was so much so that she had wrestled her beloved bunny for it.

A plan formed quickly in his mind and he sent her to get a phoenix feather in his side chamber. While she was busy, he dipped a beaker into the potion and hid it out of sight. Sofia returned to the main body of the workshop, refreshed and back to her normal self.

They started to re-brew the potion, Cedric's mind constantly wandering to the one hidden in his desk.

. . .

After doing his magical performance, Cedric returned to his workshop paced around the room, the potion sitting down on his desk. The sun had set but a few minutes ago and the sounds of the ball floating up through his closed tower door. A constant reminder of the princess and the letter she'd dropped in his potion.

It was times like this he wished Wormwood hadn't been a traitorous worm. He missed talking through things instead of just muttering to himself.

But the raven had tried to hurt Sofia and everyone he cared for. So he had to deal with this dilemma on his own.

The more he pictured the letter before it got submerged the more details he remembered about it. Like Sofia's delicate handwriting and the way she put a heart over the I in his name...

"Oh, one little drop couldn't hurt," he said aloud. Cedric uncorked the bottle and let the purple liquid drip on the floor.

Again a puff of purple smoke formed a heart, Sofia appearing and it dissipated. She was smiling up at him warmly, her ghostly translucent hand trailing his face gently. She giggled at his blush and pulled him to the center of the room.

Granted she was just an illusion and truly couldn't physically get him to do anything, but he was curious as to where this would go. He followed her in the phantom waltz, their fingers gently intertwining as they spun around.

Even though there was a sense of contentment washing over him, Cedric couldn't help but wonder if the letter was just a simple invitation to the ball that night. Though it was strange she wanted to keep him from seeing it.

Her illusion self stopped, her eyes closing and her lips pursing. Cedric backed away instantly and waved his hand through it to make it go away.

His face felt like fire. Sofia....

Cedric never realized how the princess felt about him, how deep it went.

How it matched his own feelings to a T...

"Oh Sofia," he muttered, leaning against the window sill. "I love you too."

"Cedric?" The voice of Princess Amber startled him.

"Merlin's Mushrooms..."

"What was that?" Amber asked. There was a slight glare to her features that made Cedric squirm.

"Um, how much did you see?"

She snapped her fan shut. "Enough. Did you make an illusion of my sister so you could dance with her and- and kiss her?"

"No!" He waved his hands in protest. Her glare hardened and he shrunk slightly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Not on purpose, anyway..."

Amber didn't say anything. Though they portrayed some form of anger, she crossed her arms and kept her features perfectly regal and calm. Amber would wait for an answer as long as it took.

She was a patient woman and the one blocking the only way out and was the heir to the throne.

He'd have to give her an answer sooner or later.

Cedric groaned and walked over to his desk to grab the beaker.

"Sofia dropped a letter into my firecracker potion that had my name on it. I couldn't help but wonder what it was about. The letter was infused with the potion, so after she left I used the potion and well, you saw.”

He didn't look at her, too embarrassed at what she saw. Amber stayed still for a few moments. Then her dainty footsteps came closer.

“You really love her, don't you?”

Cedric groaned and dragged a hand over his face.

“How long?”

“I haven't the foggiest- awhile I suppose.”

“And you haven't told her?”

“She's a princess, Amber,” he sighed, slumping into his chair. “And a protector. She has responsibilities and none of them are to me.”

“Come with me.” He started at the sudden commanding tone in her voice.

“W-why?” He shrunk more under her glare.

“Cedric The Great, you will follow me out of this tower.”

Cedric gulped and did as the future queen ordered.

. . .

The ball had been as amazing as Sofia had expected. The lights above were sparkling magically, the candlelight dimmer than normal to create a more romantic feel. Cedric did a great job.

The low lights hid her blush as she thought of the sorcerer. Part of her wondered if she should have just given it to him and suffered whatever rejection he'd give her.

Her mom had suggested she write the letter in the first place, though she didn't know who it was for. It was a way for her to express her feelings and figure out if she truly felt the way she thought she did. And if she did, she could give it to her crush.

Putting her feelings to words had indeed cleared them up.

Sofia was in love with Cedric. When she told Clover was when she realized how long that had been true. After he'd tried to take over Enchancia but failed, when he'd held her hand through the bars; once he'd saved her and the kingdom from Grimtrix.

“Sofia, there you are,” Amber said as she rushed over to her.

“Here I am,” Sofia smiled, setting down her punch. “Was Cedric- woah!” Her sister didn't let her finish, just dragged her out of the ballroom. The crowd parted easily for the heir and her protector sister.

Amber stopped just after rounding a corner, gracefully twirling Sofia and leaving with a sing-song “have fun”. The younger princess called out to her sister after she stopped, but was ignored.

“Princess Sofia?” Cedric stepped forward timidly, a hand on his neck. Sofia blushed, realizing what Amber had done. At the moment, she couldn't tell whether or not it was a good thing.

“Hey, Cedric,” she greeted politely. “Your decorations were amazing.”

“Th- Thank you. And you look… beautiful as always.” If their blushes could get any deeper, they'd both be tomatoes in Clover’s garden.

The song changed from an upbeat melody to a soft waltz. Her parents were probably starting out on the dance floor by themselves, like they did every year. It always seemed so romantic and she'd been imagining her being twirled around held close by Cedric.

“Uh, Sofia?” Her wizard asked. “Would you care to dance with me?” Without warning, his half gloved fingers grasped her hand and gently lifted it to his mouth.

The princess gasped slightly at the softness of his lips. Her grip on his hand tightened as she nodded. She couldn't speak and the problem only got worse when his other hand went to her waist.

Her and Cedric fell into a gentle dance, matching the music skillfully. It seemed the longer they danced, the more confident he grew.

“I had no idea you could dance, Cedric.”

He chuckled. “Though we may have known each other a long time, you have yet to discover everything about me.”

To prove his point, he dipped her low. When he pulled her back up she was closer than ever before. Their breaths mingled as they slowed to a stop. Cedric was suddenly lost in her bright blue eyes, shining even in the low light of the hallway. He didn’t notice making the effort to brush some hair behind her ear, or to leave his hand tangled in her hair.

Sofia’s eyes grew lidded and she glanced toward his lips. Cedric didn’t need anything more to close the distance.

The first thing he noticed was how soft her lips were. He found himself remembering those odd times his mind ever wandered to such a dream. The reality was far more enjoyable. Her hands tightened on his vest, pulling him ever closer as she moved her mouth with his. She made a small sound that had him deepening the kiss.

The second thing he only noticed when they had to pull away for air. Though it was faint in his mind in light of the feeling he had, he could hear the cheering of a crowd. Coming from the ballroom no doubt.

Sofia giggled as she leaned against his forehead. “I love you, Cedric.”

“I- I love you too, Sofia.”

#ce #cedfia #ced #cedric the sorcerer #sofia x cedric #sofia and cedric #so #sofia the fandom #cedric x sofia #cedric the sorcerer x reader

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Elena And Sofia: Royal Trouble

Sofia at 16

What do y'all think?

It's not shaded because this is just reference for myself in both colors and dress style. There'll be more details on other artwork.

#sofia the fandom #princess sofia #sofia the first #elena of avalor

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I love reimagining Sofia the First episodes where Elena is inside the Amulet of Avalor from her perspective. You’re a sixteen-year-old heir to the throne trapped in a gemstone as a disembodied spirit with murdered parents, living family still in danger, a colonized country in need of liberation and untreated PTSD who nobody around you even knows exist. This has been your life for thirty-nine years by the time you finally find someone who might have the potential to free you. But first, you have to help her grow as a person. And all of these shenanigans keep happening. What was she thinking the whole time?

Sofia: (boasting to her friends about getting to sing the Enchancian anthem)

Elena: Oh my God, shut up. You sound like Esteban, and not in a good way.

Elena, a teenager and older sibling who hasn’t had the chance to tease anyone in roughly four decades: So… you’re expected to sing in front of a huge crowd tomorrow? Would be a shame. If something were to. Happen.

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Amber: (deceives and manipulates Sofia and steals her amulet for personal gain)

Elena: You fucking brat! How dare you take advantage of your own sister’s trust after she’s been nothing but kind to you? Don’t you know how lucky you are? I would do anything to be able to just see my little sister again, talk to her, hug her, know that she’s safe and okay, let alone make her happy myself. You have so much, but you’re too spoiled rotten to appreciate it. You mistreat your family? Fine. Let’s see how you like them being threatened by an evil sorceress trying to take over your kingdom! ‘Cause trust me, it isn’t fun. Learn to be selfless or lose everything you’ve ever had! A BITCH FOR A BITCH!

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Ivy: (takes the amulet to destroy it, which would kill Elena)

Elena: Shit.

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Cedric: (deceives and manipulates Sofia and steals her amulet for personal gain)

Elena, who’s been onto him since day one, but feels completely unthreatened: You could be coveting any source of powerful magic, but no, you want the only one that you already know has a moral compass and will curse you for doing wrong. Genuine question: what are you doing with your life? I’m just gonna give you literal sticky fingers, and I’ll revoke that if you’re nice. You obviously don’t need much help to fail.

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Miranda and Roland: (have sweet, bond-affirming moments with their children as good parents)

Elena: Aw, that’s nice. That’s - that’s nice. I’m fine.

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Sofia: (is ten)

Elena: I’m so proud of Sofia. I think it’s time to enlist her to release me. Now how can I communicate that? Visions of Shuriki killing my parents and trying to kill me will get her started, right?

#i just laughed my ass off #Elena def had fun the day Cedric took the Amulet #i love this

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Lmao alright I’m going to bed HAPPY BDAY ANGEL LOVE YOUUUU

#Why would you do this to me?#I'm crying #you must suffer the pain my followers

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I wouldn't mind participating. Stretch my writing muscles

👸Hugfia🤴

Dare to make a day or a week of appreciation of Hugfia?

I sign up, and you? 💏

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Elena And Sofia: Royal Trouble

Chapter 1: New Rule

"Blaze!"

"Ximocu!" The yellow blast hit Mateo's red shield directly after it was fully up. Now, as the stream was continuous, it became a matter of wills and endurance. Elena and Mateo shared a determined smirk, though the latter was a tad cockier than the former. He could do this for as long as it-

She stopped blasting his shield and used her vanish. He let his shield drop only after racking his brain for a spell to reveal her whereabouts. Then he heard footsteps behind him and had a better idea. Twisting his tamborita, he turned around and hit it. “Cachoa!” A large wind had Elena falling into the fountain. With a snicker as she stood, he ended the spell and got ready to cast another.

“Glow!” she said, blinding him. “Envision six Elena’s!” When he could finally see again, there were seven Elena’s standing in the fountain. Each was dripping water just as the real Elena would be. Only one was currently making ripples in the fountain however.

“Solaza!” He directed at the real Elena. She had no choice but to deflect it right back at him and lose her concentration. Unfortunately Mateo had to roll away from his own blast, hitting the rose bushes. “Ow! Thorns!”

“It’s about to get worse- Bloom!” The roses started growing all around him, becoming a very thorny trap.

“Llévaluq!” Mateo floated up before he was completely covered, sending a smirk down at Elena. She had jumped out of the water with a splash and tried to use vanish to figure out what to use next. He looked around for any sign of her but didn’t dare lower himself down. In the air he had the advantage of seeing everything. Flying around had gotten easier over the past year, like he had always been doing it. And after one circle of the garden, he found the trail of water she left. “Conglari!”

Elena yelped as she dodged the freezing blast, not realizing that he hadn’t been aiming for her. The water she had been dripping froze beneath her feet and she slipped. The same bushes she had made grow to trap Mateo now trapped her. She was visible now, and was struggling against the vines while her wizard landed in front of her. He twisted his tamborita back in place, twirling it and putting it in his back satchel while Zuzo appeared next to her.

“Well your majesty, it looks like you lost this round,” her chanuel said, flipping upside down with a smile. She glared at him.

“I can still fight!” Elena said, trying to use her foot to grab her fallen scepter. Mateo was quicker, flipping it up to his grasp. Her head rolled back as she groaned, as much as she’d do to admit defeat.

“Desparci,” Mateo said, aiming at the brush. Her arms were finally free though her but now fell on cold ice. “Don’t worry,” He tossed her scepter to her and she caught it easily, the stone at the top glowing. “I’ll brighten your day.” She giggled as Zuzo rolled his eyes and put a paw over his head. He then disappeared and reappeared next to the wizard with a disapproving shake of his head.

“You’ve been waiting all day to say that, haven’t you?” The spirit guide deadpanned. Mateo chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Maybe.. Oh, let me help,” he said, grabbing Elena’s hands to help her up and keep her from slipping. Unfortunately, he started slipping as well and pulled her back down with him. He hit his head on the ground while Elena fell on his chest- he hoped that she couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating. “Are- are you ok?”

She laughed, pushing herself up with a hand on her head. “I’m ok.” Mateo followed, trying to not think about the fact that she was sitting on his lap. Or that Zuzo had just reappeared in his eye line, waggling his eyebrows and giving a knowing smirk. Mateo wished he could give the spirit fox a glare back without alerting Elena of his mood. At least he didn't have a light up outfit like she did.

“Queen Elena- whoa!” Armando slid past them, the ice making him slide right through Zuzo. The spirit fox just appeared next to Elena.

“Armando! Are you ok?” Elena had gotten up to help the chief of the castle up, forgetting about ice that had been the reason for the predicament. She fell flat on her face, making everyone wince.

"Uh, Mateo," Zuzo said.

"On it," the wizard agreed, drawing his tamborita and aimed it at the ground. "Desparci." With ice gone, all three got to their feet again. "Sorry, Armando."

"It's alright, Mateo," The chief of the castle sighed, brushing himself off. "I forgot about your weekly magic spar." He jumped when Zuzo suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ooo, whatcha got there?" Zuzo asked, pointing at the scroll in his hand.

"That's why I hurried out here." He bowed and held out the scroll. "You have a letter, your Majesty. There was an order to get it to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you," Elena said as she took it, examining the seal as Mateo looked over her shoulder. It had a peabunny hidden in mulberry bushes, the sun halfway peering from the top of the circle. "Hmm. I've never seen that crest before."

"Me either," Mateo nodded. "And I thought peabunnies were only found in Vallestrella? How would they know what they look like?"

"I don't know." She slid her thumb under the seal, popping it and unraveling the letter. A map fell out of the letter, Mateo deftly catching it. With a small glance to him and Zuzo, the latter shrugging before appearing over her other shoulder, she began to read. "To Queen Elena of Avalor,

“I write to invite you to visit my kingdom of Fantasia. I am new to this role, but I hope to make many friends and allies. I believe that an alliance between our kingdoms would be beneficial.

“Fantasia is a land of peace and prosperity. We have a well-developed economy and we are becoming a center of learning. I believe that I could learn much from you.

“I would be honored to host you and your most trusted advisors and friends in Fantasia. I have enclosed a map to my kingdom and a list of all the other rulers I am inviting. I hope that you will consider my invitation and that we can meet in person soon.

“Safe travels, Queen Verano…”

"Who's Queen Verano?" Armando asked.

"Apparently a new Queen.” Elena looked it over one more time before rolling it up. “Armando, can you tell my family to meet in the grand council chamber?”

“Oh, sure thing, your majesty.” He ran off as she turned to Mateo.

“I know it’s their day off, but can you find Gabe and Naomi? I’ll need their advice too.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to map it up to them,” Mateo said as he handed the map to her, laughing. She joined him, laughing harder at Zuzo’s insistence that it wasn’t even a good joke. When they finally calmed down, Elena ran off to get things ready. Mateo really couldn’t help but watch her go. No matter what she wore, whether her sparkly mood dress or what she called her adventure gear (which was her current outfit), she looked amazing. He didn’t mind the feeling of heat rising to his face considering everyone else was gone.

He was reminded of the spirit guide’s presence when he appeared in front of his face.

“Zuzo!” He complained, jumping back a step. He just got crossed paws in response.

“You need to tell her,” Zuzo said.

“Tell who what?”

Zuzo dragged a paw over his face. “Not this again.” He then flew around to grasp the wizard’s shoulders, pushing him forward. “Mateo, you know what I’m talking about,” He disappeared and reappeared in front of him again, poking him in the nose. “And who I am talking about.” Mateo batted a hand through the paw, shooing him away.

“It’s just not the right time, Zuzo.”

“If you keep waiting, it’ll never be the right time. You just gotta go for it!"

The wizard crossed his arms. “Since when did you become my spirit guide?”

“I’m not.” Zuzo disappeared then appeared on the other side of him. “You should really start summoning Cacahuate more.”

“Oh, he’s here?” Mateo rubbed the back of his neck as the fox nodded. Of course he was, he was his spirit guide. And the sloth was probably feeling very left out considering how much direct advice Zuzo was giving him. “Right. I’ll summon him next time.”

“Good. Now, you better go do what she asked you to before you get an orange dress instead of red."

Mateo nodded and pointed his tamborita at his chest. "Congrix!" With a flash of orange, he was gone.

. . .

Naomi walked through the Mercado with a smile, feeling the coins in her pocket. If she went to Doña Paloma's it'd be gone in an instant and she'd have something cheap that would have her coming back the next day. While the business woman had gotten better in the past few years, she still prioritized profits over everything else. Another hour of going through the shops and she had to stop her pursuit.

She had been walking for hours, and her feet were starting to hurt. It was getting late anyway. Gabe's parents had invited her over for lunch and she couldn't miss that. Roberto's tamales would never beat Luisa's, though his empanadas were giving her a run for her money.

“Hey guys Naomi said over the bell as she entered. Immediately Gabe's mom ran out of the kitchen to greet her.

"Ay, there's my future daughter-in-law," she pushed, giving the blonde a nearly bone crushing hug. Naomi rolled her eyes playfully and returned her hug just as fiercely.

"Blanca, Gabe and I have only been dating for two years." She put a hand on her shoulder, pulling away enough to give her a mock annoyed look. Blanca just laughed and patted her hand.

"That's nothing," Blanca said. "My parents knew I was going to marry Roberto the moment they saw us together." The man in question chuckled in the kitchen, muttering something. "I tell you, it won’t be long now mija."

“Ok, you gonna keep talking or are you gonna get cooking?” Roberto asked, effectively cutting off the conversation. The girls entered the kitchen, Blanca kissing her husband on the cheek to relax him. Naomi made a mental note of that as she grabbed an apron.

“What’s next to make?” she asked.

“Cookies,” Roberto sighed as he stirred the filling for something. “I’ve got this, Naomi. You go ahead and rest. It’s your day off.”

Naomi waved a hand in dismissal and grabbed a bowl, spoon, and all the ingredients to make the batter. “It’s fine. I like cooking, especially with my family. Like making mazelberry cookies on Christmas Eve with my dad.”

“I know what you mean. Gabriel and I used to make pan dulce every Nochebuena.”

“Though most of the ingredients ended up on the floor,” Blanca laughed. Roberto shared it gratefully.

“And us.”

“Speaking of Gabe, where is he?” Naomi asked, making sure to measure the flour correctly. If she hadn’t been engrossed in that, she would’ve seen the nervous glances shared between the couple.

“He’s uh, taking a siesta,” Roberto finally said. Naomi used the spoon handle to level out the flour. A loud yelp made them all jump, the flour shooting into her face. “Mateo, are you ok?”

“Sorry, Senor Nunez,” The royal wizard said, stumbling into the front counter. “Doing that teleportation spell on myself is always a bit disorienting." Mateo shook his head and managed to get his footing again. Then he locked eyes with Naomi, getting a slight glare in return.

"Don't even say it," she said. Mateo raised his hands in defense, though she very clearly saw the smirk fighting to form. She groaned quietly and took the rag Blanca had offered her. "What are you doing here? It's my-"

"Day off, I know. But Elena got a letter from a newly established kingdom," Naomi's eyes lit up, "And she wanted you and Gabe to help her decide what to do."

"Eh, eh- you had me at 'new kingdom'. Let me go wake up Gabe."

"No!" Roberto and Blanca yelled together. Naomi gave them a curious tilt of her head.

"Why not?"

Roberto looked down, stirring the filling and grateful that his wife blocked the way to the bedrooms and took over. “Gabriel is a grumpy sleeper, mija. I will wake him.”

“Besides,” Mateo interjected. “I can only teleport one person at a time. I’ll get you to the castle while she gets him.”

“Oookk….” Naomi said with narrowed eyes. She finished cleaning her face and took off her apron. “But just so you know, you guys are acting- ”

“Congrix!” Mateo banged his tamborita, casting the spell on her. He’d get an earful later, but there were some things that she couldn’t know right now. Roberto and Blanca sighed as Mateo put a hand on his hip. “Ok, where is Gabe really at?”

“He should be at the Turner’s right now,” Roberto smiled. “With luck, he’ll get the answer he wants.”

“Gabe doesn’t need luck. But I better hurry if we wanna keep our stories straight.”

“Thank you, Mateo.”

“Of course. We wouldn’t want the surprise ruined, now would we?”

Roberto chuckled and handed the wizard an empanada. “No we wouldn’t.” He nodded and took a bite of the food, sighing in content before turning his tamborita at himself and casting the spell.

. . .

Elena had been surprised when Naomi was the first to appear in the grand council chamber, but when she shouted “That doesn’t help your case!” to the ceiling it was clear why. Thankfully she deflected by showing Naomi the letter. Her chancellor was still looking it over and examining the royal seal when the rest of her family entered, apart from Esteban. Gabe and Mateo had startled her abuelo separately. He retaliated by hitting Mateo’s shins with his cane, making the wizard run behind Elena’s chair.

Gabe laughed which he soon regretted as her abuelo started doing the same thing to him.

Mateo leaned down to whisper in Elena’s ear. “Is it just me, or has your abuelo gotten a bit crankier since he got that cane?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded.

“I heard that,” he grumbled. Luisa just patted his chest and led him to the nearest chair. Gabe was smart enough to hide his snicker as he took his spot beside Naomi and Elena, the former’s eyes following him even as he pecked her cheek. She relaxed slightly, but only for a moment.

“How was your nap?” she asked cooly.

“My- my nap?” Gabe stammered, avoiding her gaze. “It was, uh, good.” Naomi just narrowed her eyes. Elena shared a look with Mateo before calling the meeting to order. She went over the basics, reading the letter again so that everyone was on the same page. Isabel was the first to speak up and ask for the letter.

“Everything seems to be fine,” she said. “Though, the name Fantasia sounds familiar.”

Gabe raised an eyebrow. “It does?”

“You know,” Mateo interrupted. “Now that you mentioned it, I think some of my abuelos books mentioned it.”

“Do they say it’s a kingdom?” Francisco asked.

“I can’t remember, but I can go check.”

“I’ll help,” Isabel offered. Elena gave them both a nod and they ran out. Once

outside the chamber, the younger princess gave him a smirk. Now almost 16, Isabel nearly matched his height, and her dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail braid.

"So," she said, "What do you think about Fantasia? You think it’s really as good as Queen Verano said it was?"

"Hard to say. It could be a trap like when Ash-" Mateo stopped when her face fell, backtracking. “Other rulers should be coming, so I doubt that it is.”

“A new kingdom to explore does sound pretty fun."

“Well right now, we need to explore what the books have.”

“You’re right.” Isabel punched him in the shoulder before running ahead and yelling, “Race you to the library!” Mateo called out in protest, saying he didn’t have his running shoes. She just laughed, banking right and apologizing to Esteban for pushing him. Mateo tried to avoid him completely, but simply couldn’t after slipping on the rug. He really should have given Esteban more than an apologetic glance, but after he had caused Elena so much pain and strife it was still hard to forget what happened. And how much danger she was put in because of him.

Back in the council room, no one could agree on anything. Both her abuelos were adverse to her going and especially going without them. Naomi's suspicion mixed with theirs kept Elena grounded. She wanted to go of course- the invitation seemed innocent enough and reminded her of the letters she sent to Satu and Paraiso when she was a new ruler. She said as much and got more support from Gabe and Naomi, but not enough to make a firm decision. It was all swirling around in her head the longer the conversation went on. Fantasia was new and her curiosity melded with the want to support the new queen. After all, she knew what it was like, and she wanted to be supportive. But she also had her doubts. What if the new queen was a tyrant like Shuriki? What if she was trying to trick Elena into a trap, like when Ash lured her to Cariza? When she almost lost her magic and her friends…

Elena had been through a lot in her life, and she didn’t want to put her family or herself in a dangerous situation if it was avoidable.

It was only the combination of thinking of her mother’s song and Mateo’s smile that kept her dress from turning purple. She wished Isa had gone alone and he was still by her side. What would Mateo say right now? Honestly not much, other than a passing comment here and there. She still yearned for his comforting smile and the steady presence of his hand on her shoulder, which would have calmed her spiraling thoughts.

Elena took a deep breath and tried to focus on the conversation at hand. Her abuelos were arguing about whether or not she should go to Fantasia at all. Her abuelo was still adamant that she should not go, while her abuela was growing more open to the idea.

As Elena tried to focus on the conversation at hand, her abuelos continued to debate whether or not she should go to Fantasia at all. Her abuelo remained adamant in his disapproval, while her abuela seemed to be softening her stance. Gabe gradually started to align with Francisco's position, while Naomi was now supporting Luisa. Though the latter team up was mostly due to the assumption that she’d go with or without their permission.

And they were right. At the end of the day, the decision was hers to make.

Elena found her thoughts wandering to Mateo again as a sharp knocking at the door startled Elena. Blushing slightly, she cleared her throat and called out, "Come in." Esteban, with a timid demeanor, poked his head through the door, inquiring if he was late. Elena had previously asked him to gather her family, but she had neglected to specify that she didn't want him present.

Esteban timidly poked his head in. “Am I late? Armando told me that you wanted everyone to meet in the council room.” Right. Elena had just told Armando to get her family, not mentioning that she didn't particularly want Esteban there.

Despite forgiving Esteban, Elena and her family found it difficult to fully trust him after his past actions. Looking back on their history before his betrayal, they discovered even more reasons to be cautious. Elena had placed him under castle arrest for two years and avoided seeking his direct advice on matters of the kingdom. While they still spent time together and had fun, Elena couldn't bring herself to trust him with most governmental responsibilities.

She had kept him on castle arrest for two years and had avoided asking for his advice directly, despite their past closeness and the fun they still had together. Elena simply couldn't trust him with most matters related to the kingdom.

Still, the hopefulness in his eyes had her waving him in. Gabe visibly tensed at Esteban's presence, but stood at attention instead of expressing his surprise. With a sigh, Elena began explaining the situation to Esteban, who listened intently despite the lingering distrust in the room.

“You see why we're having trouble,” Naomi offered as Esteban stroked his beard.

“This is true,” he said. “But you have to admit, this new kingdom could be a great opportunity for a trade agreement.”

“Also, sailing to a brand new kingdom does seem pretty fun.” Gabe cleared his throat, earning a glare from the blonde. “What?”

“It still could be a trap,” Gabe said.

Elena groaned, dragging a hand over her face. Everyone had valid points, and it made her long for the presence of her royal wizard. The faint purple magic that had started to make the paintings shake subsided after a few deep breaths from Elena.

She had wanted to go the minute she read the letter, wanting to show support for Queen Verano. For the moment, her family and friends were being as helpful as they could, but Elena was really starting to regret asking. Now she was torn between the potential benefits of establishing a trade agreement with Fantasia and the lingering doubts about its queen’s true intentions.

Suddenly, in a bright burst of pink mist, a young girl appeared right next to Esteban. She was clad in a light lavender dress with pink accents, and Elena recognized her immediately.

"Sofia?" Elena exclaimed, surprised but happy to see her friend from Enchancia. "What are you doing here? And how did you get here?"

Sofia hesitated for a moment before holding up her amulet. "Ever since I saved you from the amulet, I've been in control of most of its magic. One of its new abilities is to transport me to assist other princesses in need, rather than the other way around."

Elena, Naomi, Gabe, and Francisco gasped in awe at Sofia's revelation, while Esteban and Francisco regarded it with confusion, which Sofia anticipated.

Esteban was the first to voice anything. "But Elena is a Queen, not a Princess."

"That is true," Sofia replied thoughtfully before gaining a determined look. "But I'm here, so I'm supposed to help with your problem." She blinked and glanced at everyone around the room before turning back to Elena. "Uh, what is your problem?"

Elena smiled despite her confusion. "Deciding on whether or not to travel to a new kingdom—Fantasia," she answered. To her visible surprise, Sofia's eyes lit up with excitement.

"That's great!" Sofia exclaimed.

Naomi raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah. Not only am I studying at Everealm Academy, but my parents have already decided to accept the invitation."

"They have?"

Sofia nodded. "Mhm. Mister Cedric will be going, and Amber is taking the lead instead of Dad." Esteban appeared ready to interject, but Elena firmly guided Sofia away, sending a warning glare in his direction. Esteban backed down, retreating to Francisco's side with a nod. Elena smiled when she realized Sofia hadn't noticed the exchange. “Crysta called and said that even Orion and Vega are going.”

“She must really want allies if she’s asking for The Mystic Isles Chief protectors.”

“I know. Queen Verano must want a lot of friends.”

“Want?” Esteban scoffed, ignoring the glares from everyone. “No no- It’s more likely she needs them. It's an essential aspect of ruling a kingdom.”

“Just like having friends is the most important part of life,” Sofia countered effortlessly. “And being a person. Everyone wants companionship, even royals.” Elena smirked and placed a hand on her hip, while Naomi crossed her arms with the same amused expression. Esteban blanched and quickly conceded her point.

“Well, I think Sofia has made quite the compelling point,” Elena said, placing a hand on Sofia's shoulder. "What do you say we get ready for a boat ride?" When she was met with nods of agreement and an excited Naomi rushing out to prepare her parents' ship, Sofia sighed and gave Elena a quick hug.

"Now that that's settled, I guess I'm heading home." She stepped away, waving briefly to everyone. "See you all in Fantasia!"

"Bye, Sofia!" They all waved back, Esteban not quite as enthusiastically, and watched as she closed her eyes and waited. And waited. And waited…

"Um, Sofia?" Elena asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah?"

"You're still here," Francisco told her. The princess opened her eyes and sighed dejectedly.

"I should have known. It's never that simple." Luisa approached her and gently guided her out of the council room, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't fret, dear," Luisa reassured her. "We can meet your family there. And in the meantime, we can make tamales for dinner."

“I’d like that, Miss Luisa.”

. . .

Mateo had been all too thrilled to learn about the amulet’s new powers, questioning Sofia almost non stop. His excitement was palpable, but it made it hard for her to focus on trying to figure out the problem she was supposed to help with. The kingdom was doing fine, no big problems to solve. Elena’s relationships with her family and friends were fine, so nothing to fix there.

Shortly after dinner, Luisa had to shoo Mateo away for Sofia to go to sleep and give her some privacy. She led the younger princess to one of the spare rooms in the castle. The room was adorned with beautiful tapestries with the Avalor crest and had a large window overlooking the forest and the adjoining waterfall not too far off, providing a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Luisa handed Sofia a lovely silk nightgown, soft and luxurious to the touch. "Thank you, Miss Luisa," Sofia started to curtsy, but the older woman waved her hands dismissively.

"Please, there’s no reason to curtsy, Sofia," she said with a small smile. "It’s a pleasure to have you here."

The girl looked down as she folded the gown over her arm, a hint of apology in her voice. "I’m sorry this visit was sprung so suddenly on you." Then, she muttered slightly bitterly, "It’s not like I can control everything the amulet does."

Luisa regarded Sofia carefully, studying her as the girl held the amulet. Though the lights were dim and her makeup done carefully, there were small stress lines around her forehead and dark bags under her eyes. Luisa’s heart went out to the young princess, who had been through so much in such a short time.

Gently, Luisa tilted Sofia’s chin up, meeting her gaze with a warm and understanding smile. "You rest, Sofia. I’ll let everyone know to let you sleep in as long as possible. Ah!" Luisa held up a finger to stop Sofia’s protests. "This is not up for discussion. A young girl like you needs her rest."

Sofia hesitated, but Luisa’s firm yet gentle tone convinced her. "But it’s not fair to everyone else," she protested weakly.

"But it is fair to you. Get some rest, Sofia." With those words, Luisa left the room, leaving Sofia alone with her thoughts. The girl sighed, feeling weary and overwhelmed and wanting to go home to her own bed. But until she fixed the problem, she was stuck here.

Sofia undressed and put on the silk nightgown, feeling the soft fabric against her skin. As she slipped beneath the covers, the plush pillows and thick comforter enveloped her like a warm embrace. The soft mattress welcomed her weary body, inviting her to surrender to the gentle touch of slumber. Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy, and her consciousness began to drift away into the tranquil realm of dreams.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the persistent buzzing and glowing of her enchantlet, startling Sofia awake. Disoriented, she sat up and groggily rubbed her eyes, then flicked the device to activate the call. To her relief, it wasn’t a protector but rather the familiar face of her royal sorcerer appeared on the screen. The protectors had been hesitant to grant him access to her enchantlet without one of his own, but at the insistence of her parents and Cedric, they had found a way to make it possible.

"Princess, where have you been? Your family and I have been worried sick," Cedric scolded her gently, his concern evident in his tone despite the mildness of his words.

"I'm okay, Mr. Cedric," Sofia yawned, her voice still thick with sleep. "I'm in Avalor. My amulet brought me to Elena." Even in her drowsy state, Sofia couldn't help but smile at the inquisitive expression on Cedric's face.

"Really? I thought it only took you to help princesses," Cedric replied, his tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Sofia shrugged, a gesture that was both dismissive and weary. "I don't know. But it hasn't taken me back yet, so I haven't helped her yet."

"Did you figure out the problem?" Cedric asked, his voice laced with concern.

Sofia sighed deeply. "I thought I did, but it's never that easy." She started to tell him about how she was going to head to Fantasia tomorrow, but her words were interrupted by another yawn that she couldn't suppress. Luisa had been right—she desperately needed some rest.

Cedric noticed her fatigue immediately, and his voice softened to a gentle whisper. "You get some sleep, Sofia. I'll let your parents know that you are safe and sound. Goodnight, Princess."

Sofia wanted to object, but the gravitational pull of the bed was becoming irresistible. "Okay. Goodnight, Mr. Cedric," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the connection between them was severed, Sofia allowed her body to sink back into the soft comfort of the bed, her head cradled by the feather pillow. Almost instantaneously, she was enveloped in the embrace of sleep once more.

. . .

"According to the map, we should be arriving within the hour," Naomi’s mom announced to the crew below.

Sofia beamed up at Naomi's mother with infectious enthusiasm. With a gentle smile, Naomi assisted Sofia in tightening the mainsail, their movements harmonizing in a fluid ballet of teamwork. As Sofia pulled the ropes with newfound strength, she couldn't resist a playful salute.

"Ay ay, Captain Turner!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing the call of a seasoned sailor. The unexpected salute almost caused her to lose her grip, but with a quick reflex and Naomi's steady support, she regained control, letting out a nervous giggle that betrayed her excitement.

"You sure are strong, kid,” Naomi couldn't help but comment. “But are you sure you don't want to go below with Elena and Mateo? We can handle this."

"I'm sure.” Sofia's resolute gaze met Naomi's, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she lowered her voice and leaned in closer. “Besides," she whispered conspiratorially, "I think they wanted some time alone."

A knowing chuckle erupted between the two girls as they completed tying off the rope, sharing a moment of camaraderie and understanding. Their shared laughter carried across the deck, a melody woven into the symphony of the sea.

“What are you two giggling about?” Gabe asked as he approached.

Naomi smirked. “Just the two people below deck with the most obvious crush on each other.”

“Oh, that reminds me- They just finished tamales with Isa and told me to get you two.”

Sofia chuckled, glancing at Naomi. “I guess I am taking a break after all.”

“What about you, Naomi?”

“You two go ahead- I gotta talk to my mom about something first,” Naomi said, making her way to the helm. Gabe only got a moment to warn her to hurry because the jaquins were down there before Sofia dragged him away. Once the younger princess was well out of her view, Naomi let her upbeat demeanor give way to her suspicion.

She’d noticed it days ago when they passed by Norberg. The way the map was taking them was familiar. From her few months of traveling on her own, she’d come by this way at least twice. She recognized the islands, the stars during the night, and any sailor worth their weight remembered where the calmest waters were.

She just had to be sure.

“What’s the matter, Nomes?” Her mom asked the moment she saw her.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Naomi answered swiftly. “Do you mind if I take a look at the map again?” Her mom nodded and handed her the map.

Naomi stretched it out on a nearby barrel, tracing the way they’d come carefully. Everything they’d passed was the same as her previous trip, from Norberg to Satu to the small archipelago just outside of-

“Hectoria…” she muttered.

“What was that, Nomes?”

“We aren’t going to a new kingdom, Mom- We’re heading to Hectoria.”

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Elena And Sofia: Royal Trouble

Prologue

Thunderous lightning crashed outside the small cabin far in the woods. A little girl with bright golden hair squealed from beneath her covers. Her bright blue eyes squeezed shut in fear. The small sheet did nothing to block the light and was even less effective against the cold wind, her cotton nightgown the only comfort in the night. Her window had broken hours ago but she hadn't tried to get up.

How could she when glass littered the floor and blocked her path out and her shoes were by the front door. No, she would just wait for her parents to come home. Building King Hector's latest statue was too big a project to take a sick ten-year-old with them. They were supposed to be back before the sun set, but the storm had blocked the sky too soon for her to tell when the sun had actually set.

Another bout of lightning struck and the girl squealed again before sobbing into her stuffed jaquin. It wasn't like her parents to be this late. Where on earth were they? She wanted her parents so bad. Her mom could wipe her nose and her dad would try and chase her fears away with a funny dance.

She wanted them to come home…

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Elena and Sofia: Royal Trouble Teaser