'Mother! She's absolutely hideous! I've talked to her, she has a personality worse than a peasant's!'

'Watch your mouth young man! How dare you compare Princess Lorraine Helena Caroline Alberta Ros-'

'Okay! We get it! She's posh and rich.' Her brother raged to his mother on the other side of the table.

Mabel yawned from the centre of the table as she watched her mother and brother bicker. It all started when his brother turned 18 and then the shouting and clamouring came. Her mother, the queen, and her brother had been yelling at each other for so long the food was cold and time ticked blankly on the clock above her.

'Mabel, my dear. It's so impolite to yawn in a meal.'

'Sorry, your royal majesty, I just can't help it.' Mabel said mockingly, fluttering her eyelashes to look the way her mother always wanted her to seem, earning a laugh from Dipper from the far side of the table.

'Look, my dear children, both of you must learn to be mature and accept your destined futures. Mabel, darling, no one will marry you if you yawn and speak like a child.' The queen spoke calmly, folding her hands on her lap to speak to both Dipper and Mabel. Dipper snickered, getting glares from both his mother and Mabel.

'Mason, you aren't any better.' His mother laughed,

The heavy atmosphere lifted and his mother said 'I'm only telling you both for your own good, if it weren't for both of you turning 19 so soon that your father and I need to find the right partners for both of you. I really hope you two will grow out of this phase and continue our royal bloodline. Especially you, Dipper, only you can continue our regal last name unto the next generation.'

Mabel and Dipper looked uneasily at each other. 'Well then mother, we are off to our own rooms, I'm guessing this is the end of supper.' Mabel spoke aloud first, wanting to calm her mother's nerves after her mother's heated conversation with Dipper.

'Alright then, behave yourselves.' The queen tapped her finger on the gold table and the servants started to put everything away. As Dipper and Mabel rushed out of the dining room, she watched them, also growing uneasy herself.

'I'm really convinced that mother wants you dead set on marrying Lorraine. All she ever talks about it Princess Lorraine this and that! It's like I don't even exist anymore!' Mabel gestured at herself fiercely to Dipper when they were in the corridor, knowing no one would hear them. Dipper rolled his eyes and said nothing. 'Look,' Mabel walked in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks, finally getting him to look at her and make eye contact, 'it's good that mother is paying attention to you, don't you understand how she's always focusing on you? Won't you just listen to her once?'

'Look, Mabel, it's more than being rebellious, or whatever phase both you and mother think I'm in. I'm well aware that father and mother want to wed some foreign princess to me and call it 'having good relations with other countries', and I'd really like to support that. The fact that all of you are so keen on this makes me uncomfortable and it's hard to make a decision when your whole life will be based on that one decision.'

Mabel looked around nervously, cautious to make sure what she was about to say was not ever heard of. 'You... you don't mean you're going to marry a peasant are you?' Her eyes widened in fear.

'So what if I am, if the shoe fits.' Dipper shrugged and walked down the corridor, leaving Mabel frozen from the words she just heard, but she knew better to keep the conversation a secret from her parents than to face the wrath of her brother.

It was late at night when Dipper received knocks on his door. It went on for quite a few times until Dipper finally got up to open the door.

It was Mabel standing in the doorway, she was dressed up in her nightgown. 'What are you doing Mabel? And at this late hour?' Dipper stared at his sister oddly. Mabel leaned into his ear and whispered 'Look, I really understand that you don't want to marry who mother wants you to, but please, do this for me, for mother, for father, for our family and kingdom. I'll do anything you want, say it and I'll try my best to make it happen.'

'Mabel are you sure?' Dipper looked back at his sister, she was desperate, it wasn't like her to be begging and pleading her own brother. This wasn't the usual, stuck up and arrogant Mabel, she was telling him her true thoughts.

'Yes, please.' Mabel clasped her hands together, gripping tightly. 'I'll do anything.' She repeated again.

'Fine, I want to spend a day in the town, city if you will. Just one day.'

'I know someone. Promise me, you'll follow Mother's orders from now on.' Mabel stuck out her pinkie finger in front of her as she stood back. Dipper took it and the twins shook on it.

'Meet me in the wine cellar at sunrise.' Mabel commented, quietly as she walked away, 'And don't be late.'

Dipper held the door as he saw Mabel turn around the corridor. He didn't know if he should've made a wish like that, and he'd never ventured out of the castle walls.

The time came and Dipper woke up at sunrise, finding a garment made of potato sack material and had a simple hood. Guessing it was left by Mabel a bit earlier, he put it on, leaving the hood on his head, and crept to the wine cellar where Mabel said to meet him.

Dipper was tiptoeing slowly and carefully, making sure no one could really see it was him and weaved through the workers sorting through wine and wooden crates. He saw a silhouette of a hooded figure standing on the far end of the cellar and figured it was Mabel. The figure looked down, drawing no attention from the workers.

The figure glanced upwards at him, Mabel was looking more disheveled than ever. Without a word, she took his hand and lead him through a passageway behind a shelf, it was dark and musty, unlike any place he had ever been in. They stepped through sewage water and the passageway led them to an opening next to the castle wall.

Mabel finally started to speak, 'I cleared out everything you have to do today, mother and father think you're sick and won't call in a doctor for 'reasons'. You're on your own from here, once it's sunset, return to the castle and we'll never talk of this again. No one will know of this, and make sure you don't do anything that causes a big mess.'

'Will do. Thank you.' Dipper put a hand on Mabel's shoulder and left. Mabel gave a relieving sigh and turned back.

It was weird for him, walking through the streets where commoners walked. It was even weirder to think that people lived like this outside the castle, laughing while living in such poor conditions and wearing potato sacks as a daily garment. It was more than just whites and gold and silvers in the castle, there was colour here, pinks of dresses; yellow of pears; reds of berries; oranges from the stray tabbies that roamed the streets. There was more than silence, there was laughing and dancing, life with colour, with happiness.