Fearless

Jenny and Genevieve have finally gotten used to their new lives, and have even started making plans for the future. When Maurelle shows up to curse them yet again, they're thrown back into a time they never thought they'd see again.

While it's great to be back and see the changes that have been made with friends and family, both girls know that they don't belong. They must now do the impossible and find another way home, or time itself could unravel.

Jenny was preparing for her wedding day. Again. She stared in the mirror, wondering for the millionth time how this happened to her. Up until just a year ago, she’d been a typical American girl, stressing out about boys and homework.
Suddenly, she was in a medieval world, worrying about the grain supplies in her kingdom. Her kingdom. Such a strange concept.

“I think we need to pull this in a little more.” Olive, her maid, stood behind her, looking at the waist of Jenny’s wedding dress.

“Maybe a little.” Jenny sighed and flopped onto her bed. It had been a long day.

“Highness, please allow me to take the dress off you before you ruin it.”

Jenny hopped up. “Oh, sorry. I forgot. I’m just tired from changing all the seating arrangements. Who knew that people could be so picky about who they sit by for dinner?”

Olive smiled and continued adding pins where she needed to fix the dress. She had become one of Jenny’s best friends over the last year, and Jenny felt like she could talk to her about anything. “Even I knew the Duke of Rossfeld and Lord Edmund would start a duel right in the middle of your dinner.”

Jenny threw her hands up in frustration. “Hey, I’m still learning all this. Where I come from, we didn’t exactly fight wars every time someone looked at us wrong.”

Olive tilted her head to the side. “Really? What did you do?”

“Argued, gave the silent treatment, moved on. Much less bloody.” She slipped out of the wedding gown and went to the wardrobe to find a lighter dress to wear.

“You are doing a fine job as princess.” Olive sat in a chair to work on the dress. “No one would ever guess you are not the same princess they’ve known for so long.”

“Unless you hand me a sword.” Jenny laughed.

Olive rolled her eyes. “There is that, but I am talking about the villagers. They love you. Of course, they have wondered why you suddenly care for them so much.”

Jenny picked up her brush and started working on the tangles in her hair. Olive quickly put the dress aside and took the brush from Jenny.

“You know I am supposed to do this.” Olive gave her a disapproving look.

“And you know I want to do it myself. I need to do something myself.” Once upon a time, she’d complained that she had to do all of the housework for her parents and six siblings. Now she’d give just about anything to help them out again.

“There will be plenty for you to do as queen. Getting yourself ready for bed is not one of them.”

Jenny groaned. “That’s the one thing I’d actually like to do.”

Olive shook her head. “All right, your hair is done. I will take the dress to my room to finish. I suggest you get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.”

“You can stay in here if you’d like. I’m not tired yet.”

“I would like to, but I must have help with the lace on this dress. Sleep, Highness.”

Jenny sighed. “Fine. Good night, Olive.” She climbed on her bed and allowed Olive to tuck her in. She thought back to how she’d tucked Bonnie, Mary, and Emma in every night.

Olive left the room with a curtsy and left Jenny alone. While Jenny knew she should be sleeping, she lay there wide awake. The smiles from the villagers she’d helped wouldn’t leave her mind. She remembered the first time she’d given away the grain. Everyone had been cursed to sleep for a hundred years, so the farmers
hadn’t had the chance to bring in a harvest, and Jenny had felt sorry for them. Those who lived in the castle had disapproved, but Sam had been impressed.

Now it was part of the routine every time she was in charge of the council. Many villagers would wait until they knew it was her turn before they would come to the castle. It allowed the more serious problems to be taken care of by the king and queen, so everyone was happy.
Jenny smiled as she rolled over in her bed. She was finally making a
difference.