And there is the castle, and there is the -
"Skyvault," sighs Bella, diving into her hat for her specs.
To mundane vision it has the illusion of movement, but magically speaking it is in motion, a continual flow of power up over the arch from one side to the other and then back again. It's self-contained, self-sustaining, and entirely beautiful.
"Do you want a look at it with the specs?" asks Bella. "It's so pretty, so efficient..."
Bella takes a moment longer to gaze through her specs, then hands them over with their current lens configuration.
"Whoa," says Tony. "Yeah, I know what that is! I didn't know you could see it, though, that's awesome."
When everyone who wishes to has gotten a good look at the Skyvault - although Bella plans to take a second and third look later and take notes on it at various times of day - Bella puts her spectacles away.
"I guess this is when I meet your mom?" she asks tentatively.
Bella adjusts her hat and smooths out her robes and murmurs her cleaning spell and follows the princesses into the castle, taking small careful steps.
She looks a lot like the twins, except that she's older, wearing a much nicer dress, and her hair is a bright fiery red.
"Hi!" Tony says brightly. "We found this magician in the forest and we wanna marry her."
"Does this magician," inquires Queen Marianne, "have a name?"
"...Um..." says Tony.
"Sparks and fumes, I've been hiking with you in the woods for four days and somehow my name never came up," snorts Bella, "that would be sad if it weren't so funny. I'm sorry, Your Majesty - I'm Isabella Swan. Bella for preference."
"Aha," says Queen Marianne. "Well, welcome to the castle, Bella Swan. Is there a particular one of my daughters that wants to marry you, or were they planning to share?"
"The second thing," says Bella. "Possibly not both right away, given the probably-a-minor-technical-issue around succession."
Tony snorks.
"Take your time," the queen says, amused. "You can stay in the castle while you get to know them. There's room."
"Thanks, Mom," Tony adds, and she takes Bella's hand. "C'mon, wanna go find somewhere to put you?"
"Yeah," Bella agrees comfortably, following where Tony leads.
"Bella," she murmurs. "It's a pretty name."
"Thank you," Bella giggles. "I can't believe I just never thought to introduce myself. You never asked, either."