And there is the castle, and there is the -
"Skyvault," sighs Bella, diving into her hat for her specs.
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?"
"Thank you," Bella giggles. "I can't believe I just never thought to introduce myself. You never asked, either."
"I went by Mariel for about three months in school. I thought it sounded more witchy, and I hadn't yet quite realized I could do more than just witchcraft. It didn't stick. I like Bella better."
"You're pretty." Pause. "Do either of you have an opinion on who definitely marries me and who has to wait for technical innovation and maybe doesn't marry me if I can't do it?"
"Well," says Tony, "if one of us still has to go find a husband, it should probably be me."
Bella looks at Sherlock to see what she thinks of this. Just in case anything about what Sherlock thinks of this is visible.