-Snow's pov-

"Please come in," said Darrius.

I look around and admire the décor, but it wasn't as good as the Sterling palace, not even close.

"We shall be having brunch in the dining room while the children will be having tea outside in the garden," said Darrius.

He said with a smile. Dad looked very tense, he looked at the three 'boys' and then at me.

I nod my head in acknowledgment, and follow the boys to the garden, but not before I turn around to give my dad some assurance.

I looked at him with a sadistic smile, and I tapped my necklace, that was shaped like a dagger. Dad's eyes widened in surprise, then smirked nodding his head in approval.

Then I was escorted to the gardens, and we sat under a nice little willow tree, next to a lake.

"Here we are, princess, please sit next to me," Tyler said slightly bowing.

'Tyler was the oldest out of the three of them, he took after his father's blonde hair, but had his mother's green eyes while Dante's hair was a light blue like his mothers, and had brown eyes'

I nod my head, and sit next to Tyler and Dante, and Dean in front of me.

I sip my tea quietly with my eyes closed.

"So, princess do you like our garden?" Tyler asked with a smile. I nod.

"it's very beautiful," I say kindly.

I would have been engaged by now so no boy even tried to talk to the Fantasian prince's fiancé. But I'm not, and it's obvious that uncle sent a dumb dog after me.

"Would you like to take a walk near the lake when your done, princess?" asked Dante as I nod again.

"That would be wonderful," I sip my tea again, and take a bite out of my chocolate cake.

'Hmm, it's good but I think I could have made a better one'

I always loved baking, my mother loved baking too, before she died.

My grandmother (on my mother's side) was from the Philippines, and my favorite dessert she taught me to cook was Leche flan.

I loved food a lot, so I often cooked and baked, and a lot of people called me an over-achiever.

And I was. I'm not ashamed nor do I regret it, I'm just disappointed in myself for doing it for my dad and not for myself.

When we finished tea we took a walk at the edge of the lake, Dante was silent but stared at me from time to time but looks away when I look at him.

It was the same with Dean. But the annoying Tyler kept going on and on about pointless things and bragging like he forgot I was a damn princess.

Then suddenly a strong gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked Dean into the lake!

"H-Help!" he can't swim! I look at Tyler who was frozen in shock, and Dante looked scared

I sighed, and thought 'What did I expect from two bratty kids anyway?'

I used water magic, pulled him out, and panicked when I saw he wasn't moving I surrounded him in an air bubble and land him safely into my arms.

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I dried him off using a combination of wind, and fire. Kind of like a hair dryer.

When I turned around I saw someone hiding behind a tree in a black cloak but it disappeared '?'.

I look at Dean and he was still unconscious.

"Dean?" I pat his back, and he coughs out water, and I rub his back in small circles.

'He looks shaken, the poor boy' I hug him, and continue rubbing his back in small circles.

I look at him "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"I-I'm sorry, princess," why is he apologizing? I mean he's the one that fell in the lake.

"Why are you apologizing?" I ask confused.

"I-I troubled the princess, and you even wasted your energy on me," he looked very scared like he was going to get beaten for this, and he was if I don't get him out of here now.

'Don't worry, Dean I'll get you out of here quick'

I realize this is a good chance for me to show dad Dean's hidden scars.

I look at the two brothers, who were still dumbfounded.

"Dante? Tyler? I would like to see my father please, could you show me the way please?"

"B-but they might still be eating, princess, we wouldn't want to disturb-" I cut him off facing Dante instead.

"Dante Oberon, would you help me?" I go to Dante and put out my hand for him to hold.

The slightest sprinkle of pink graced Dante's cheeks, and his brown eyes looked at my hand "Yes, princess, this way,"

He takes my hand and I nod.

"Daddy!" I let go of Dante's hand and run into my father's arms.

"What is it, Snow!?" he eyes the three boys with sharp eyes that could have killed if they could.

"Did they do something to upset you!?" he asks concerned.

"Daddy, Dean fell into the lake, and I felt something weird on his neck..." I pause looking at uncle who was staring at Dean, while the poor boy looked scared for his life.

"Daddy, I felt my magic be restricted..." I whisper into daddy's ear.

He looks at me then at Dean.

"You, boy, come here." He calls Dean to us and Dean looks like he would faint at any second.

Daddy looks at him from head to toe, and already had his eyes on Dean's collar.

Dad grabs his arm gently, and Dean flinched, this did not go unnoticed by my father.

He removed Dean's glamor, and saw scars all over his arms, legs, and even his face, some still fresh, some old trauma too.

Father's eyes go wide, and I smirked but no one seemed to notice.

"Darrius! What is the meaning of this!?"

"I-I u-um..." He stuttered trying to find his words.

"Darrius! Child abuse is punishable by death! what were you thinking!?" he looks at my mother, who was staring daggers at my uncle.

"I-I wasn't the one who did that to him! " He denies it.

"I knew that Tyler was bullying Dean but I never knew it was to this extent!" Tatiana said tearfully.

'Tsk! What a two-faced rat! It doesn't even look like she's regretful for what they did to Dean, it's more like she's scared for herself' I thought.

"Don't you even try, and get out of this one, Tatiana," My mother said with a hand on her hip, and unfazed like she already knew that they were the culprits.

"You've been such a two-faced rat. Remember that time you tried to break me, and Victor up? And you failed miserably, so you ran back to Darrius, your back up if you failed with Victor. I never said a thing about it but now you've gone over the line,"

'WOOAAHHHH SO MUCH DRAMA, oh how I wish I had popcorn with me' I thought.

"That's right, and after Darrius had a child with a mistress I thought of how perfect they were with each other, even in high school, when you had a secret affair with Lady Sophia Grace. Isn't that right?" Asked my father.

"What!? Sophia?! You had an affair with that stupid slut!?" Tatiana screamed.

"Don't play innocent! so you wanted Victor, huh!? so I was just a failsafe!?" Darrius also screamed.

"So how many more mistresses are you hiding from me?!"

'This is more interesting than watching K-Drama at home'

"And, how many more powerful men have you been chasing?!"

My mother and father smirked, admiring the chaos they caused.

"Since we are old friends, Darrius I will let this slide. But only this once, with one condition. We will be adopting Dean as our own son." my father said with an evil smile on his face.

''Fine! just don't let me see that runt ever, even accidentally!" He sounded angry but agreed to it anyway.

I took off his collar, and he looked relieved all his scars healed except the ones on his ears.

I kiss his forehead, and the scars on both his ears and his tails disappeared.

"It was nice to see you again, Darrius, Tatiana," my mother says tauntingly.

I grab Dean's hand and say my goodbyes to Dante and Tyler.

"Bye, Dante and Tyler!" I say with a smile.

'And thanks for the show' I thought to myself as we boarded our carriage.

'mission complete' I smirk, Dean, sitting next to me still a bit red.

"Welcome to our family, Dean" I smile.

"T-thank you, princess, and your highnesses. "I pout a bit.

"You can call me big sis from now on, Dean, we're family," I look at Dean smiling as brightly as I could.

"Yes, that's right, Dean, you can call me father if you like," he said smiling softly.

"Yes, and you can call me mother, I insist," my mother said gently.

"T-thank you all so much," he was crying a bit, I wipe his tears and give him a hug.

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