The flames of the fireplace crackled in the large lounge room as the Hargreeves siblings sat together and talked. Five was drinking whiskey with his father as he watched over (y/n) curl up on one of the couches with Claire on her lap, a sweet smile on her face as she toyed with Claire's hair as she rambled on about her day to the girl. There was a simple beauty in the moment, his mysterious girl tucked beneath her long skirt as she tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Miss (y/n), do you have any stories you can tell me? Like the one in the library?" The Hargreeves siblings instantly perked up at the mention of a story, eager to hear from the amazing storyteller that Claire described when Five brought her back home. The little girl had rambled on about how amazing (y/n) was, as if you were in the story yourself from how she told it.

"I have a couple of stories." (y/n) starts listing off ideas but Claire shakes her head.

"No! I want one about the immortal princess!" Five notices the nervousness in (y/n)'s appearance as she frowns slightly.

"I'm sorry dear, but that story has come to a close." Claire frowns deeply at the thought that the princess was never going to have her happy ending.

"The princess never gets her happy ending?" (y/n) shakes her head no.

"I'm sorry but she doesn't."

"Can you retell the story then? Please!" Claire begs (y/n) to have her tell her story again but the woman says no until she breaks from the little girl's constant begging.

"Are you really sure you want me to repeat that one?" the little girl nods eagerly and (y/n) sighs, starting off the story once more with a heavy heart. "Every night at midnight, there would be tiny workers in the clock to reset the time for the new day..."

Five watched as his siblings greatly enjoyed the story that (y/n) was telling, whispering to him how the girl falling to the different dimensions was almost the same as his ability to teleport.

When (y/n) started introducing the characters, Klaus suggested that she act out the story instead and shoves Five to stand up in place as the prince that the princess falls in love with. "(y/n) can act as the princess and Five can act as the prince!"

"Klaus." Five seethes at him, standing next to (y/n) who looked at him with wide eyes. The siblings caught this expression on her, mainly Viktor wondering why she looked so heartbroken.

"You don't have to do it (y/n)." Viktor says but he was drowned out by the siblings, and Claire, to do it.

"Uh... alright..." (y/n) nods hesitantly and Five wonders why she didn't want to act out her story. He follows through with the story as (y/n) retells it, hearing the heartache behind her every word as if it were a memory that was too much to bear. (y/n) tried not to let the siblings catch onto her tears, unable to look Five in the eyes as all she saw was her love and her friend she had both lost, saw her memories play out before her all over again.

The siblings were truly amazed at how detailed (y/n) told the story, especially Five. He was amazed at how vividly she imagined every tiny detail like she had lived through the story herself. The siblings all enjoyed playing the so-called characters as themselves, not knowing the truth but as (y/n) continued with the story, so did Five's recognition of the plot. He slowly recognised the story, the exact same one that he read from his ancestral research about Skonovia. It was the history books acted out in front of perfectly with such private details only a person living during that era would know.

"This is the part where the princess realises she's immortal! It's so sad! To lose everyone she loves." Claire whines out and Five looks at (y/n) as she gives a sad smile, nodding as if she understood that statement all too well.

"Yes... it's very sad." He watches his mysterious girl struggle to end the story and there was a single question that clouded his mind as he listened intently to her words. He needed to know.

"I believe that the royal family spoke Mandarin along with other languages." Five lies when (y/n) had finished telling her story and moved to sit back down on the couch.

"That's not correct. Their main language revolved around French and English but the royal family was taught Latin, Greek and Russian as well." Five was testing (y/n) once more, needing more proof.

"Can you say something in French?" Claire asks the girl sitting next to her as she nods.

"A bit. It's a little rusty. I only know a famous song in French, nothing more." (y/n) says Claire gasps, begging her to sing it for them.

"Please sing for us!" Ben asks.

"I sound terrible-"

"-you'd be much better than Klaus singing while taking a shower that's for sure." Diego jokes as Klaus wacks the back of his head.

"I sound amazing while I'm having my concert thank you very much!"

"Oh shut up you two, (y/n) please sing for us." Allison asks and the hassled woman sighs in agreement. She stands up again, clearing her throat before hesitantly singing. Five melted against the couch, listening to her sweet voice sing so beautifully. Viktor had quickly run off to grab his violin, joining (y/n) as she sang more confidently.

Five was swarmed with the sadness in (y/n)'s tone, a sense of longing and regret that made his heart hurt. He suddenly was hit with the smell of sweet jasmin, with the sounds of people chatter as his mind flashed with a memory. A memory of woman in a beautiful blue gown, standing so nervously in front of him as he gently brushed his fingers against her cheek that she leaned into.

"C'est ta love story. C'est l'histoire d'une vie. Love story..."

Five was snapped back when he heard the last two words, listening to (y/n) slowly end her song. He realised that the words she sang was in old french that only the royal family knew how to speak, not the modernised version of the language now spoken.

"Encore! Encore!" Klaus jumps up as he claps along with the rest of his siblings when (y/n) stopped singing, her bowing lightly in embarrassment.

"Are you sure that's a famous song? I've never heard of it." Five asks, ignoring the glares from his siblings for him to shut up.

"Oh, uh maybe I was wrong. I think I actually heard it from a singer on the streets-"

"-only the royal family of Skonovia knew how to speak the olden French dialect. The very same dialect that you just sang with, the very same dialect that died through time." Five pushes, his curiosity urging him to know the truth. (y/n) panicked as she stepped away from him, cursing herself for how foolish she was. From how foolish she was to think that she could spend time with the family she had lost and be able to be happy with them again, be happy with the man she once loved.

She knew she was caught now, she knew that she had to disappear again. "I need to go." (y/n) quickly ran for the door, caught in Five's grasp before she pushed him away and escaped the Hargreeves mansion.

"Five!" his siblings scold him for interrogating (y/n) and hurting her feelings, him frozen with his arm up that was shaken away from (y/n)'s hand. Five frowns as he remembers the tears that fell from her eyes and he cursed himself for making her cry again.

"What was that for!?" Luther seethes out but his words couldn't compare to Five's anger at himself for hurting the one girl that has only known heartbreak and pain. "You made her cry!"

I know...

Five clenches his jaw and runs after (y/n), the freezing cold winds smacking against him as his vision blurred from the white clouds of snow that suddenly fell over the town. "(y/n)!" Five called out, worried that she might be hurt or lost in the storm as he waded his way through the frozen land. "(Y/N)!" he yells out in panic, stumbling over his feet from an object that was in his way. He looks down and sees a small globe, picking it up just before it was buried form the snow. The snowglobe was hung around a chain, a necklace that must have fallen off from (y/n) as she ran away.

Five quickly teleported back inside, shaking the snow from his hair as he wiped the snowglobe, a spinning fury of magic moving around within its glass confines. "That's the same one that you have Uncle Five! Is that Miss (y/n)'s!?" Five pulls out his own necklace from beneath his blazer. It was a matching set. "Holy crap it's the missing soulmate globe! I was right! I knew that library was the magical moving library!"

"Soulmate globe?" Five whispers, slowly turning the globes around to see beneath their base. Both bases had half of a sentence each, forming together one familiar-looking quote that Five recognised from (y/n)'s wedding ring.

"Une histoire d'amour faite par les stars."

She's the Forgotten Princess of Skonovia.