Annalove opened the door not sure what to expect, her husband had been missing for days. She was hopeful, yet terribly frightened.
"Mrs. Ivy, I'm afraid your husband has been found, but it was too late," said the private investigator, confirming her fears. He then asked her to stand still while he pulled out his wand saying that it would help him explain everything.
Annalove was struck by how amazingly handsome the P.I. was. She was, after all, a sucker for a man in uniform. It seemed like there was something else that should be on her mind, but at the moment, all that mattered was...him.
"So, gorgeous," said the handsome, green investigator, "how'd you and your money like to move in with me?"
"And my kids," added Annalove.
"Kids? Oh. Yes, of course the kids too. Can't forget them. So, what d'ya say?"
"Kids," said Breagadoir, "I don't want you to think of me as a replacement for you father."
Peanut sniffled and wiped a tear.
"Instead," continued the elven prince, "think of me as the really hot guy who's sleeping with your mom."
"Done!" said Daydream. "Now, where's my room?"
After getting the kids settled into their new home, Breagadoir and Annalove headed for the bank to open their joint account.
"Isn't that receptionist a pretty young lady?" asked Annalove.
"I guess," said Breagadoir. "Hadn't really noticed."
"Oh, you only have eyes for me, huh?"
"Yeah," he replied. "Let's go with that."
They were quickly ushered into the banker's office: an overly done room displaying that he was a weak man trying to feel powerful.
"Is everything ready?" asked Breagadoir.
"Yep, prepared it all exactly as you requested, your majety," answered Guy Banker.
"This account only has your name on it," said Annalove.
"Must be a typo," Breagadoir assured her. "I'm sure they'll fix it later. Now you'd better head back home and check on the kids. I have investigating to do."
"Hello there," said the handsome prince.
"Hello yourself," said the subject of his investigation.
Having investigated, he discovered his charms
did work on the receptionist.
"Ugh!" groaned Breagadoir's Watcher, "Why did I agree to this? I can't stand watching how terribly you mistreat people! Now I suppose you're going to force poor Annalove to bear your heir?"
"Not necessarily," said the prince with a sly smile. "I'm still holding auditions for that role."
"What?!?"
And so he set off for the public library.
"This is a nice, social setting to find some mothers for my potential heirs. I'll just go in and let them come to me," he said to himself as he resumed reading the Goth Legacy.
"Hello, tall, green, and handsome," came a voice.
"I'm Doreen Caliente, and you're gorgeous."
Not the most beautiful woman in the place, but I am a sucker for redheads, thought the prince.
"I'm Marigold," came another voice, "and unlike
some people, I'm actually in your age range," and she and Doreen exchanged a glare.
A fairy elf could be a strong candidate for heir, he thought.
Yikes, he thought,
this one's not pretty, but mixing her coloring into the bloodlines could be helpful.Breagadoir left the library with some options, but he knew he had taken on a new responsibility when he invited Annalove and her children into his household. He needed to teach them right from wrong.
"That's the way," said Breagadoir. "We have the right to punish those who have wronged us."
"What are
you looking at?" Daydream taunted Faith MacDuff. "Why don't you and your ugly baby go crawl back in your hole?"
"Daydream doesn't fit you. You are more like my favorite nightmare," said the prince.
"Teehee, thanks!" replied the teen.
The Crumplebottoms made the mistake of calling the police on Breagadoir's young protégé.
"That one is under
my protection," said the elf prince after the Crumplebottoms had finished extinguishing the fires on their home and each other.
"You're a monster!" retorted Beatrice.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, love," he replied with a smile, and then walked off.
