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Princess Red, heir to the throne of Kingdom Inimă Trandafirie, was currently writing a letter to one of her only friends, Chloe Charming of Kingdom Lucitor. Red had her schedule packed that day and she was only informing the other princess of their delay in meeting one another.

Lately, her mother insisted that she learn more politics than usual. The news was devastating for the princess, however, she was delighted to spend more time with her tutor, Maddox Hatter. He was quite an interesting personality, always with random facts up his sleeve and never late on anything. Despite his last name, Maddox was no hatter.

Thankfully for Red, she never had to learn all those useless subjects other heirs did, only those she needed to become an almighty ruler. Although she escaped those, she needed to learn every rule as the back of her hand and be able to uphold an argument, despite having no knowledge in the respective domain. 

As much as it was exhausting, she understood her mother’s reasons. The queen only wanted her daughter not to make the same reckless decisions as she did at the roughly same age. Or, if she did, she’d have obtained enough knowledge to reconstruct alliances and a new kingdom in no time, that’s what the queen liked to believe at least.

Red sighed and signed her name at the end of her letter. As the two princesses grew in age, their time together decreased. They both were being trained constantly. Although Chloe wasn’t heir to the throne, she took up fencing lessons for self-defense that packed her schedule instead of a ton of politics.

They have been friends for… about 6 years if Red counted correctly. They met at a ball for the court instance between Jasmine and Aladdin. The Queen of Hearts demanded that Red try to converse with the other young princes and try to make connections from now on. However, the young princess quickly became overwhelmed and ran outside the castle, into its garden.

“Red, dear, would you be a sweetheart and talk with Prince Charles over there? You are aware that the Button family has great sources of wool that could bring us large profit ” The Queen of Hearts spoke softly yet firmly as she pointed at the smiling prince in a group of other young royals. Red followed her mother’s direction and before she could object, the woman was already walking the other way, toward the other royals.

The young princess sighed and did as she was told. Approaching the group, she felt a surge of panic. ‘What if I make a bad impression? What if the Button family will never agree to make transports of wool and sheep to our kingdom? What if… I disappoint mother?’ The thoughts raced in her head, the last one dominating her mind. Feeling out of breath, she turned the other way and ran toward the exit that led to the kingdom’s garden.

Red took deep breaths and tried to calm her racing heart. “One, two, three. Repeat. One, two, three. Repeat” she muttered over and over again.

Outside, she sat on the quartz steps, gazing at the various flowers the royal family planted in their garden. She could recognize some of them as well. Roses, lilacs, peonies, and many more. ‘I wonder if Mother would plant other flowers instead of roses if I asked her to’ The young princess pondered, resting her cheek on her palm.

A tap on her right shoulder snapped Red out of her thoughts. A soft laugh erupted from her left when she turned to the right. She twisted her body to face the culprit and found another princess. Red frowned at her, which caused her to raise her hands in surrender. The girl sat next to the red-haired.

“I’m Chloe Charming of Kingdom Lucitor! What’s your name, frowny princess?” She inquired, amused at the made-up nickname. ‘Oh, she thinks she’s so funny’ Red thought as she rolled her eyes. “Come on, it is a touch funny! I observed you with your mother, you were very much frowny”

Chloe Charming wore a long baby blue dress, with silver necklaces adorning her neck. Her brown curly hair was tied into a casual bun, little strands poking out. Her vibrant brown eyes shone in wonder and interest. Red found her irritation toward Chloe dissipate in thin air.

“I’m Red of Hearts, from Kingdom Inimă Trandafirie. What has gotten into you that made you follow me, Chloe?” She asked, her particular accent evident. The Charming looked away briefly before responding. “Mama taught me always to try to comfort the disturbed. You seemed disturbed so…”

Silence stretched between them, each admiring the other. Sparing a look at the garden before them, Chloe broke the silence “Would you like to explore the kingdom’s garden with me?” she asked, getting on her feet and offering a hand to Red. The soft light of the chandeliers gave her a glowing effect, and Red couldn’t resist.

In the back of her mind, the possibility of her mother’s disappointment lingered, however, it was more of a whisper than a shout as it was before Princess Charming made an appearance.

After admiring most of the flowers, They were resting next to a pond. Chloe was lying on her back, stargazing, while Red stood straight and stared at the rippling water.

“Won’t your parents be mad if you don’t attend the ball?” Inim ă Trandafirie’s heir asked into the quiet of the night, looking at Chloe. The girl tore her eyes away from the sly and fell on the other princess.

“Not really. My brother is required to attend, however. He is the heir to the throne after all” She solemnly explained. “What about you? Won’t your mother be upset with you?” Curiosity slipped into Chloe’s tone.

A pang of guilt hit Red at the mention of her mother, prompting her to sink into herself and glance frantically around them. Chloe sat up worriedly. “I’m guessing she will be. Would you like me to escort you back, Princess Red?” She pondered before shaking her head in disapproval.

Chloe, not knowing any method of helping the other girl, searched around the garden. An idea sparked in her mind when she saw a bush of roses growing on the fence that separated the kingdom from the other world. “I’ll be right back”

She quickly grabbed a few roses, trying her hardest not to cut herself. It is safe to say she failed miserably. She returned next to Red, the princess already having been watching her.

“Have you just stolen roses from the royal family?!” The heir exclaimed, receiving a childish chuckle as a response. “They’re not from the royal family, Red. They are some roses that happened to be growing on the kingdom’s wall fence” Chloe explained, sitting criss-cross-legged in front of her.

The young Charming cautiously ripped the roses’ thorns and carefully bent each of their stems to check the flexibility. Red raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking at the girl’s actions, though she had not dared to utter a single word.

After many cuts, from the thorns she forgot to remove, Chloe constructed a flower crown out of the roses. She then offered it to Red, who shot her a confused look. “A lovely crown for an even lovelier princess” She gently placed the object on the other’s head, sprouting a shy smile on her face.

A loud knocking outside her door snapped Red out of her brief nap. She quickly tied the letter with a knot and sluggishly made her way to open the door. She was met with Jack of Diamonds, a stoic-faced man with long silver hair and bulky armor plates over his casual clothes. He, along with the other Jacks, was the queen’s messenger.

“Greetings, your Highness. The queen requests your presence in the dining room.” He spoke, not sparing a glance at the princess but gazing at the window behind her. Red nodded in acknowledgment and pushed the door to close, though Jack took a step toward her.

“It is quite important, Princess Red. I suggest you arrive as soon as you’re able to” He finally looked at her, his eyes holding familiar concern toward her. Red sighed tiredly “Thank you for the warning, Jack. Transmit to her that I’ll be there shortly” This time, Jack was the one to end their conversation, leaving rapidly to alert the queen.

Red was closer to the Jacks and Aces since they worked directly with the royal family. Jacks served as messengers who traveled, even seas, to send the queen’s letters or messages. Aces, on the other hand, were part of the royal army, preparing future knights for their almighty duties.

Red opened her room’s window to find the usual white pigeon awaiting a new letter for Chloe. She reached for the folded letter, ready to offer it to the pigeon. However, her instinct told her to send it after she met with her mother.

The Hearts’ dining room was huge. A chandelier hung in the room, casting a soft glow. On the walls, expensive paintings displayed the kingdom’s supposed story. Two young lovers, both cast away from their respective kingdoms, built their empire from ruins. Red had always felt uneasiness regarding the paintings.

The curtains covered the windows, leaving no room for light to peek. The whole environment felt…enigmatic. Another story to be deciphered.

The Queen of Hearts was seated at the end of the long table, prompting the princess to sit at the other end. She was performing card tricks with her beloved deck of cards, dominant black with red aspects. “I heard you requested my presence, Mother” She spoke after a few moments of awkward silence. The Queen stopped her fiddling and looked at her daughter.

“You are correct. I have called upon you to discuss important matters. Future matters” She stated. Red briefly wondered if it was related to making more connections. “I have decided that you ought to be betrothed”

‘…what?’

Red’s eyes widened, and her heartbeat increased its pace. She opened her mouth to object, though her mother was faster to speak. “The ball where you will choose your suitor is on Sunday. If you have any rules to request, write a list and send it through Jack of Hearts”

Red contemplated her next words carefully so as not to upset the queen. “Mother, am I not allowed to have a say in this? It is my future we are discussing!” She lost the calm tone from the sentence’s beginning. The princess pleadingly stared at her mother.

The Queen’s gaze softened slightly. She let out an unwavering breath before clarifying. “You do have a say, dearest. You are allowed to choose the way you find your suitor. I hadn’t had that choice at your age” She muttered the last part. Red still heard.

Red, albeit furious and broken by her mother’s actions, nodded firmly. “The list will be delivered tomorrow morning,” She said at last, leaving the room rapidly and bolting to her room.

Once in her sanctuary, she scanned the letter she planned to send. She set it aside and grabbed another piece of paper, writing it a second time.

My beloved, Chloe,

I am rapidly writing this letter to inform you of my desire to meet at the abandoned barn we found earlier this week. I long for your presence extravagantly today, it seems.

You have until six o’clock to make an appearance. I’ll be waiting.

Yours truly,

Red.

The princess wrapped the paper with a string and offered it to the pigeon, which swiftly flew toward Kingdom Lucitor. The clock on the wall showed the time to be around three and a half. ‘She has time to receive the letter and show up’ Red thought as sat at her desk and did some forms Maddox had given her.

About an hour later, Red was walking toward the barn, taking her time as she thought the girl would come after 6 o’clock. She’d wait for her until midnight if it were necessary, even if she said otherwise in her letter.

When Red arrived at the abandoned barn, half an hour later, she was met with a surprise. Chloe was already there. The princess was relaxing on a hay block while sharpening her sword. She was wearing a pale-white regency shirt that accentuated her toned figure and fall-front trousers, hugging her hips. Red felt underdressed as she wore a casual red dress and a brown belt around her waist.

“You have been here for a while” Red stated as she approached her. Chloe’s eyes drifted to the sound of her voice, a smile appearing on her lips. “Of course, I was worried sick that something had happened” She set her sword on a nearby hay block and turned to her friend, inquiring. “Had something happened?”

Red sighed and laid her head on the other’s shoulder after sitting next to her. ‘I can’t lie to Chloe, she’s my closest friend. She deserves to know-‘  “Nothing happened, Chloe. I just missed you, that is all” Her words caught her train of thought off guard. ‘I suppose I can tell her tomorrow’ She tiredly thought.

Chloe looked skeptically at her, sensing her uneasiness, though decided to let it go and wrap an arm around the girl instead. She hummed an unknown tune to the other, grabbing her attention.

“What are you harmonizing?” Red inquired. “Some song my folks always sing. They can’t get enough of it” She laughed, thinking of her parents’ antics. “Does it have any lyrics along with it?” Chloe stiffened briefly at the question before clearing her throat and softly singing.

“So this is love…

So this is what living is worth for

I’m all aglow

And now I know…

The key to all heaven belongs to I

My heart acquired wings

With whom I’ll touch every star in the sky

So this is my long-awaited miracle

So this is...love”

Chloe gazed at Red as she finished, relishing in the way a relieved smile was plastered on her lips and how she trusted her enough to close her eyes.

Silence hung between them, Chloe playing with fiery red hair while Red stirred closer to her friend, seeking warmth and comfort. ‘What if I lose her when I get married?’ The dangerous thought lurked in the back of her mind.

“Do you believe we’ll be together for eternity?” Red inquired, opening her eyes to look at Chloe. Upon hearing her question, she gazed at her friend, her chocolatey eyes holding a certain emotion Red could not decipher. A mix of fear and uncertainty, perhaps.

“I have no speculations, I am no fortune teller. However, I wish for it to be that way, Ruby” She smiled tenderly at the girl, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear. ‘Ruby…’ The nickname felt foreign when her mind repeated it constantly. However, on Chloe’s lips…it felt right. It usually made a surge of affection sink in her blood and her heart beat out of her chest. Now, the nickname only made her heart ache.

Red smiled softly back, despite the growing pit in her stomach. In less than a week, there won’t ever be outings like these. Outings where Red could only be the lovely name Chloe addresses under the pale moonlight, only the girl who’d leave her kingdom for a life with her knight.

Red swallows her sorrows until she arrives in her chambers and sinks in her bed’s soft mattress, only then does she let any tears out.

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Chloe Charming was well aware of the other kingdom’s perception of her. ‘A princess shouldn’t wield a sword, it is a man’s duty! She should learn to crochet or proper etiquette!’ These sentences were among the many words the other royals had to say about her.

In the past, she’d pick apart their words and pretend to be the mold they desired. Luckily, her father quickly taught her that she did not need to be what they desired; she needed to be what she desired. She will be forever grateful to him for how he raised her and her brother, Chad. They both grew up to be quick-witted, brave, and confident—something every prince was, though not every princess.

Another difference between Chloe and the other princesses was that she desired to be a knight rather than an almighty ruler. She had no idea what prompted her to have that wish, but a pull to the sword and armor had embraced her since she was young.

Perhaps that pull was why she was sharpening her sword while watching her father and brother spar instead of serving tea with another princess.

The Charming family’s distinct culture earned them more contempt than regard, however, that did not affect them as much as others thought.

Red of Hearts was exasperated. Everyone around the castle was a mess of clutched knights in cards! In normal words, everyone was restless. And so was her mother. It was two days before the ball after all.

The chefs and bakers were coming up with dish ideas for the ball, sometimes forgetting to make food for the royal family. Red wondered how her mother hadn’t lost her temper at their mistakes.

The Jacks rapidly walked across the kingdom, bumping into one another and the palace's inhabitants. The Aces roughly trained the royal army to protect the kingdom during the ball, wearing the poor soldiery out.

The Queen of Hearts sent her daughter to the seamstress almost every day to craft her dress and shoes. After many measurements and fabrics shoved in her face to compare, the garments were done that morning. Red hadn’t had a chance to see them; however, she doubted she would like them.

Her mother received letters from various princes who wanted to attend the ball. Before sending them an invite, she studied their family names and contemplated whether they were worthy. With every letter, the woman grew more tired. The heir felt sympathy toward her mother, even if she was still furious about her act.

Red herself was under stress. ‘How will my husband act? Will I still live in my kingdom or move? Will I be happy? Will I lose Chloe?’ The majority of her thoughts resided in her future, plaguing her mind every time she didn’t have anything to distract herself with. That must be why she asked Chloe to meet with her every day.

How much the heir wished to tell her friend about the marriage and her worries, she was afraid of losing her. The possibility of them not seeing each other after her wedding was low, but not zero. The thought of that happening left room for doubt to control her thoughts regarding informing her about it. ‘Will she be mad? Disappointed because I didn’t resist it as much as I should have? Will she…leave me?’ Frightening ideas filled her. In a panic, even the most absurd conspiracies seem to have an ounce of truth to them.

Currently, Red was writing with a pen on paper while in the abandoned barn, finishing an assignment Maddox had given her. ‘Write a letter to King Adam of Auradon- you do know who that is, right?-, asking for a dozen red roses. That’s all. Write as formally as you can!’ The princess was left dumbstruck. ‘How are you supposed to write to one of the most influential political figures of the world, and ask for roses?! Roses!’

Red’s ears perked up at the sound of footsteps nearby. She crouched behind a hay block and waited for them to enter the barn.

Soon enough, a familiar figure with a sword in hand appeared. Chloe Charming. The girl searched around the building for several seconds before sitting down comfortably, tilting the sword so it was reflecting the sun rays from the window directly onto her skin. ‘She looks mesmerizing’ Red mused in her mind as she gazed at her friend. She got up and made her way to the girl

“Waiting for me, my knight?” Chloe jumped up at the sudden address, her eyes softening when they fell upon Red walking toward her. “You did request to show up yet again, Ruby. How could I resist?” she sarcastically asked, gripping her heart for the dramatic flair. ‘Again with that nickname, huh’ Her heart leaped in her chest as Chloe put an arm firmly around her waist.

“I cherish your presence that much, it seems” Red let her head lay on soft collarbones. “I am always happy to be of service” Chloe quietly admitted, her other hand drifting to red locks of hair, running her hands through them. Red sighed in contentment.

It was times like these that made Red want to stop time—stop time and live the moment again until she got tired of it. Rewind time and forget about the arranged marriage along with the ball. Or, perhaps, she wished to lose herself in time to forget.

‘I didn’t even ask for this! Why must she always make decisions without my consent for the sake of connections?!’ The girl exasperatedly dwelled.

Red huffed, annoyed at the whole situation. “Ugh, everyone’s so stressed since the ball’s been announced,” she mumbled, bothered. She hadn’t even realized her mistake until her knight stirred.

 “Huh? What ball?” Chloe asked, facing her with curious big brown eyes. ‘Oh no’

 Her heart sank, and she swiftly ripped away from Chloe’s warmth, fear present in her eyes. Her breathing stopped its usual steady pattern, becoming agitated. She felt like a cloak wrapped around her mind, blocking her view, and leaving her in darkness.

Two warm hands cupping her face shone a light on her brief dark state, bringing back the abandoned barn’s muted colors. “Red, you’re alright. Return to me, please” Her friend’s smooth voice pleaded, victoriously snapping Red out of the trance.

Her breathing slowed down gradually, the warmth from the hands helping. However, the haunting thoughts appeared. She took a deep breath and confessed, “My mother decided to host a ball on Sunday…to -um- bind me to a man.”

She heard a soft gasp from the other girl. No word came out of her mouth. “I am sorry for not telling you sooner. We will probably not see each other as much, perhaps once a few months. It depends on who I marry” She cried tears, not daring to look Chloe in the eyes. She couldn’t bear seeing betrayal in gorgeous brown eyes.

Suddenly, Red felt strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. She let Chloe’s warmth embrace her whole, allowing it to mend her broken parts and unknown wounds without a second thought. She could feel the slight smell of old books and sweat from her friend, offering familiar comfort.

Silence hung over them, likewise a heavy blanket—warming yet slightly uncomfortable. Red closed her eyes and relaxed as if there wasn’t anyone in the world but her and her closest friend. Chloe’s thoughts raced, a never-ending spiral, and determination overtook her features.

“Let’s go somewhere” Chloe broke the silence, her voice unusually upright for what had just been transmitted. “Go where?” Red confusedly stared at her. “I know a place. Do you trust me?” She got on her feet and offered a hand for the heir to take. She took it. “To the moon and back” Chloe smiled and rushed out of the barn, leading them toward the nearby forest.

After walking hand in hand for about an hour, they arrived at a scenery of dreams. A dark blue lake stretched endlessly in the forest arcana. From their perspective, two trees that loomed over the lake created a frame, adding a sense of organization. In the distance, the trees held leaves that left a blue hue on the water. Various flowers around the lake glowed teal. Magic seemed to seep into the environment.

As Red was mesmerized by the scene, Chloe left her side and walked to a fallen log, taking a seat. She had been at this location a couple of times when she needed a place to herself. A place that would keep the thoughts at bay. A place where expectations didn’t exist. She exhaled heavily, a hand coming up to her temple to rub the headache away.

Shortly, Red sat next to her, not saying a word. The only sounds were the various insects and animals living in the forest. If they inspected the lake in more detail, many fish would have been swimming rapidly. The moonlight reflected beautifully on the dark lake, casting a glow on the two.

„Are you all right? I cannot imagine getting married so young” Chloe cast a glance at her companion, her eyes holding familiar concern. Red’s gaze scanned their surroundings before answering.” I am not quite sure. I feel...numb.” She paused, letting out a sigh.

Before she could speak more, Chloe started talking. “A legend of a castle made of ruins tells the story of a lonely knight. Almade his name was. He’d babble the same words over and over again. Longing and misery filled his soul, ‘cause his love died young without time to spare”

She cleared her throat and exclaimed, unaware of the interest she sparked in the girl beside her. Or maybe she just needed a distraction.

“I’m coming, I’m coming to you, beloved. Soon enough, the two of us reunited will be. If only my heart shattered had not been and with this wine my sorrows I forget!”

Chloe returned to her normal voice, narrating further. “And so, Almade drank his sorrows away, the wine made him forget his heart’s powerful screams. The wine had not made the tears stop streaming down his face”

She turned to her friend, uncertainty seeping in her voice “I am not boring you, am I?” Looking into wide brown eyes in which stars seemed to seep in, her question had already been answered. “You could never, continue, please” Came the soft response from the girl who rested her head on her shoulder. She lets a small smile play on her lips before continuing. “Alright”

“His life was cut short. The knight was reunited with his love up in the sky, among the stars. His castle, alone had been left since he was the only habitant. However, if you listened closely, those same words he’d been babbling would echo along the castle’s walls. At night, a shadow-said to be Almade’s troubled soul- would be seen protecting the castle, frightening every visitor who crossed his path”

Chloe wrapped an arm around her friend and exhaled slowly before speaking. “The idea I wanted to get to is that, although Almade tried forgetting his sadness with wine, it had brought him death. The never-ending cycle of drinking and babbling kept him from exploring or finding another one to love. Even if in the end they’re reunited, his vengeful side roams the world, infuriated at the ones who prosper from life’s experiences instead of him"

  “If you are stuck on something, you might miss what’s before you. Only when it’s gone you’ll see what it could have been.” She spoke somberly, taking ahold of Red’s left hand. As much as the gesture and the story touched the heir, she couldn’t see how it could tie into her problem.

"What does it have to do with me? I don’t recall being in a similar position” She whispered into the quiet of the night, the autumn breeze sending a chill up both of their spines. A few droplets of water hit Chloe’s cheek, signaling the start of a rain, or perhaps, a storm. Red quickly reached a hand to wipe them, her touch lingering. “In this moment, are you not?”

Red analyzed Chloe as she thought about the question. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes shone with passion, moonlight illuminating her soft features. Her gray shirt revealed a bit below her sternum, her clavicle prominent. Red resisted the urge to press her lips on tender skin. The drops of water streaming down her face made her determination more prominent. She appeared…’ Ethereal’

Red opened her mouth to respond, though she hesitated. ‘What is she talking about? What am I missing?’ She spiraled, trying her hardest to think about what she wasn’t seeing, what she was letting life take away from her so easily.

Hearing no response, Chloe swallowed her disappointment and stood up, offering her hand once again. “Let’s get out of here, I don’t want to get myself soaked” She muttered, suppressing a shiver. Red nodded as she took her hand, her mind circling back to her knight’s statement and quiet sorrow.

They turned to one another when they arrived at the track that separated their paths. They were, occurring by chance to Chloe’s statement, soaked from head to toe. Red let her eyes trail across Chloe’s drenched figure before tackling her in a hug.

The shorter woman stiffened briefly before wrapping her arms around the other. She was hyper-aware of how the dress Red wore clung to her body because of the rain, accentuating her curves. She put those thoughts aside and focused on the warmth her friend radiated, the cold around them forgotten.

Pulling apart, they still held onto each other by the hand. “Reach out to me if you need anything, Red. I won’t hesitate to come even in the middle of the night. I’ll always be here for you” Chloe confessed, a hand cupping the other’s cheek. The promise was said with so much concern Red could melt. The heir leaned into the touch, looking intently at her. “You won’t get away that easily from me, Charming” A spark from her nature before the ball was announced ignited, a smirk playing on her lips.

Chloe chuckled, her other hand pulling her friend flush against her. A smug look made its way onto her face as she observed Red going scarlet. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Ruby” The surge of confidence dissipated as a shiver made her body tremble and almost fall. They both fell about with laughter.

Once the laughter subsided, Chloe hesitantly leaned in, pressing a timid kiss on her companion’s forehead. The action hadn’t failed to bring a wide smile to Red’s face. “We should get home, I don’t want to risk getting you sick,” She said, pulling away from the heir.

“Alright. Are we meeting at the abandoned barn tomorrow?” Red inquired, a hand rubbing sheepishly her neck. “I’ll have to check my schedule. I’ll send a letter”

After they bid their farewells, both went their separate ways, the cold bothering them for the first time since it started raining.

Red wore a tender smile on her face as her thoughts drifted to her knight. She could almost feel the warmth of her lips on her skin. It was enough to keep the haunting thoughts at bay until she arrived back home.

Chloe’s hand gripped the sword she had at all times, fear and shame consuming her. She was afraid for her friend. She was afraid regarding her future as well. She wouldn’t know what she’d do if her parents arranged a marriage for her. She felt shame cursing through her bones at the thought of not wanting anyone to be as close to Red as she was. She was afraid of…losing her.

A sudden idea struck her likewise lighting. ‘What if I attend the ball as well? Not to marry Red, of course, just to see who she will marry.’

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Sunday finally came and Chloe woke up earlier than she normally would to spend more time with her family. Her parents and Chad were leaving on a trip due to royal business. From what she knew, it had something to do with a kingdom nearby that was recently attacked. Her parents could’ve gone themselves, however, they dragged her brother with them since he was the heir and would be required to go on similar trips.

The young woman strolled in the castle’s garden, relishing in the morning breeze. She could hear a few birds chirping and leaves rustling nearby.  

Chloe ditched her usual button-up and suit pants for a simple baby blue dress. She took deep breaths, relaxing completely. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in her world. Nothing could ruin this quiet moment.

“Chloe! Come inside for breakfast!” And so, her quiet moment faded as her brother’s voice called. “I’ll be there shortly!” She responded.

The Charmings’s private dining room was simple, yet complex. The walls were a tame teal, with multiple patterns carefully painted across it. On the right side of the room, a fireplace cackled quietly. A table long enough to seat 6 people stretched, and a vase with red roses brought a distinct color to the white and blue environment. A fancy chandelier cast a soft glow on the walls.

On the left side, two windows were opened wide, the wind shuffling the white curtains. The windows were divided by a wall that held the family portrait. The old royals smiled fondly while the young ones held identical troublesome grins. All of them wore variations of blue and white, the men having darker colors.

Chloe stepped in, and the laughter of her parents welcomed her. They were in a good mood. ‘I suppose that’s how it is when you marry the love of your life’ She watched them with a small smile as they talked carelessly. The two seemed to have prepared breakfast themselves if the several food stains on the aprons they wore were any indicators.

Before she could say anything to make her presence known, her brother barged in, with an average-sized cake. “What is that for?” Chloe inquired, pointing suspiciously at the dessert. Chad turned to her after setting the cake on the table, a cheerful expression overtook his features. “Your birthday, of course!”

Seeing the confused look on the princess’s face, the queen stepped in. “Your birthday is in three days and we will not be here until next week. Your brother and father suggested we celebrate you early instead of late, and I wholeheartedly agree” She clarified softly, setting down plates with bacon, fried eggs, and ham.

Chloe smiled brightly and hugged her brother tightly. “Thank you so much! I can’t express how grateful I am!” She exclaimed and Chad squeaked as he was squished “Alright, alright, let go now! I do wish to keep my ribs intact”

The family shared a laugh and soon sat down to enjoy their breakfast, the princess being giddy the whole time. The cake they served was simple, with white frosting coating it and orange slices on top. It held a rich vanilla taste with hints of lemon.

A few hours later, Chloe was helping her family pack the numerous suitcases for the trip. Once she handed the last suitcase to her father to put in the carriage, her mother addressed her tenderly: “Dearest, I present to you, your birthday gift.” She held a shiny blue box to the princess.

Chloe suppressed a gasp at the gift. She smiled gratefully at her mother before lifting the lid. Inside, two glass brooches stood proudly. One represented a red carnation, the sunlight shining beautifully on it. The other was a hyacinth, its color turning from vibrant blue to deep violet at the tips.

Before she could ask why there were two, her brother intervened, pointing to the red brooch. “I suggested we get you two, one blue and one red. You seem to really like Red these months” He winked discretely at her. Her face flared up at the implication.

Chad was the only person she told about Red. With how often she begged him to cover for her for the last week so she’d get to see Red was bound to conclude. Chloe was glad he hadn’t outed her.

Their parents agreed with his statement. “Yes, I have noticed you have even left your blue tunic for a red one during our sword fights. Red has never been the family’s color, however, it does fit with our blue” King Charming laughed, ruffling his daughter’s hair affectionately.

The carriage’s driver ringing a bell grabbed their attention. “It is our time to depart.” Her father turned to her, a sad smile on his face “Take care of yourself and the castle, Bluebell. You won’t have time to miss us” He pulled her into a hug, and the other two shortly joined in.

Their warmth enveloped Chloe, and a sense of safety and love was transmitted between the family.

The day Chloe learned about the ball, she decided to go undercover as a distant cousin of hers. Bishop Charming. She hadn’t exchanged many words with him throughout the years, however, he was known to be quite the gentleman.  The mission was easy, go in, see what man Red will marry then leave. Easy!

Since her family was away on a trip, she had gotten the chance to borrow various clothing articles from her father and brother.

She’d picked out a beautiful ice-blue aristocrat vest from her father with silver accents to match a fancy medieval button-up. She also took some leather boots from her father. Luckily, from Chad, she found some suit pants that were too short for him while they fit her pretty well and a dark blue renaissance-style hat with a white and a dark feather attached to it. She saw some gorgeous suits and coats in her brother’s wardrobe too, but sadly, he took after their grandfather and was taller than their father.

There were only two hours left until the ball would start, prompting Chloe to get ready to be Bishop. She grabbed a roll of bandages and wrapped it tightly around her chest to flatten it. Next, she straightened her hair to make it look thinner and easier to put in a bun. She used some makeup to make her jawline pop out and eyebrows sharper. Only one ring was on her fingers, with five mini cards adorning it. Ace of spades, two of diamonds, eight of clubs, seven of hearts, and…the Queen of Hearts. The ring was a gift from Red that she held close to her heart. At last, she decided to wear one of the brooches gifted earlier that day, Her hand hovered over the blue one, before rapidly grabbing the red one.

By the time she was fully ready, she had only one hour to arrive at the ball, leaving her to request a carriage as her ride. She also bribed the driver not to tell her parents about her outing. Red was such a bad influence.

Kingdom Inimă Trandafirie was, well, trandafiriu and hearts seemed to be imprinted onto every surface. For all of its reputation, it was a beautiful kingdom. Trees seemed livelier and grass was softer. The bright red of the castle’s walls brought a nice contrast to all of the green surrounding it. Possible suitors were around the kingdom and in the castle, all wearing masquerade masks.

When she reached the castle’s door, an elegant woman asked for her invite, and upon offering it, Chloe received a mask too. A white owl with its feather’s tips black. Giving the woman a questioning look, she gestured to the mask.

“It is a request by Princess Red. You ought to take your mask off only when she asks you to,” she said, her voice radiating courtesy. Chloe nodded and put it on.

“Name?”

“Bishop Charming” she spoke confidently, her voice not wavering. The woman smiled politely and pointed to the hall that most definitely led to the ballroom.

Upon walking down the corridor and stumbling into the closest room, she was taken aback by the beauty of everything. It was an absurdly large ballroom, crystal chandeliers hanging from about any spot, illuminating the place with their soft glow. Despite the kingdom’s color palette, no red was in sight, except for some of the suitors’ attires.

Chloe searched the room for some recognition, however, she didn’t find anyone familiar. She stood near the table where the food was neatly placed, snatching a cookie from time to time. Classical music echoed from the orchestra that played near the fancy staircase, which the princess would descend from.

It didn’t take long for a bright red figure to appear—the Queen of Hearts. She wore a dark red gothic dress, not too fancy yet not too basic. A Victorian lace necklace with rubies adorned her neck. She was atop the staircase and raised a glass of what seemed like wine. She repeatedly tapped the glass with a silver spoon, grabbing the suitors’ attention. Silence stretched through the ballroom.

“As you surely are aware, on this night, Wonderland’s heir will choose a partner worthy to rule by her side. The rules are simple, you are given three dances with Princess Red, and she’ll decide whether or not she takes your mask off. At the end of this ball, all of the suitors with their masks taken off will declare what they can offer. Enjoy your evening!” The queen finished her speech, holding a stern tone throughout it all. She disappeared out of sight, leaving a tense atmosphere behind.

Not long after the announcement, multiple servers offered the suitors drinks and alcohol. Chloe politely took one, however, did not taste it. By the passing seconds, she grew more jittery.

“Make room for our royal highness, Princess Red!”  a jumpy voice exclaimed, the sound echoing across the ballroom. Chloe’s gaze darted to the staircase and that’s when she saw her. Red, in all of her glory. Her eyes widened and her grip on the glass tightened.

Red gracefully descended the stairs, a cold expression overtook her features. She was dressed in an elegant puffy red dress with the thirds of it covered by a black layer that had dark red roses painted and petals implemented on it. On her head, a red crown with obsidian black stones adorned it. Her smoky eyeshadow and long lace gloves offered a dangerous look to her appearance. Chloe gulped.

The chatter died down and everyone stood still, putting on their best smiles and waiting to be picked. The heir sighed and smiled politely at the first suitor who desired to dance. The orchestra played as the night flew away, while Chloe watched Red dance with the others, in the back of her mind, an urge to be by her side irritated her.

Everything seemed to be going all right by the first hour she was there, so she decided to retreat and explore the castle briefly. She found herself staring deeply at the royal family portraits.

Chloe never knew Red’s father, and not even Red herself knew him. However, the only portrait of him perfectly conveys his personality: an easygoing smile, a warm gaze, and a secure arm around the Queen of Hearts. He seemed to be the opposite of his queen.

She walked further down the hall, and her eyes took an interest in one of the only portraits depicting Wonderland’s heir. She stared rather boringly at the painter, showing how much she wanted to be anywhere but there. She was about 4 years younger, at least that’s what Chloe assumed.

“Young man! Why is thou not dancing?” A stern voice asked suddenly. She let out a tiny shriek of surprise and found the Queen of Hearts a few feet behind her, questioningly frowning. Her heart leaped out of her throat frighteningly.

“Your Majesty! I must apologize for my behavior, it seems as though Princess Red is awfully busy with other suitors at the moment” Chloe bowed underneath the strict gaze, her eyes darting anywhere but the queen at a rapid pace.

The Queen let out a huff of laughter “With that mindset, young man, you shall never secure a chance at her hand in marriage.” She strolled beside her, dousing the heir’s portrait in a judgy yet sad stare.

A chill ran up Chloe’s spine at the sentence, something in her going cold “I would not let that happen” She declared. She needed to sound genuine for the queen to believe she was present as a suitor, no?

The Queen of Hearts raised a curious brow upon hearing her statement. “And what might your name be, young man?”

The younger woman gulped, gathering her thoughts. “Bishop…Charming, your Highness” She responded, observing how the other’s expression darkened briefly.

“Ah, a Charming. I am quite familiar with your blood’s actions regarding marriage.” She snarled. “What is it that you offer Wonderland? ” Chloe didn’t like the tone she used, nor the words used. She was conversing about that marriage like her daughter was only a pawn in a sick game of chess.

‘I did not think this far with my plan, did I? What could I offer Wonderland?!’ She panicked the Queen would see through her façade if she stilled for longer. And so, the only words that seemed appropriate burst out of her lips.

“I offer Wonderland undying resources of all kinds. I’d offer Princess Red the world and what is beyond it, I’d cherish her divine presence until my dying breath. I’d show her love like never before, how anyone can wish for”

‘That was…convincing enough, was it not?’ Chloe anxiously pondered. Despite her nervousness, her tone was determined and sharp, receiving an amusing smile from the Queen of Hearts. “Return to the ballroom, Charming”

And that she did, still watching the princess from a safe distance. Chloe fidgeted with the card ring as she closed her eyes and focused on the classical music playing from the orchestra. Suddenly, she felt a presence watching her.

Looking around her, she discovered a dark-skinned boy beside her, a curious expression on his face. “Hello there, mind if I stand with you for a while?” he asked softly, leaning against the same wall as her. “I do not mind”

He was dressed in a black button-up shirt with a vibrant purple vest adorned in green patterns and dark suit pants, a black job hat finishing his look. A dark purple mask stood fixated on his face, resembling a peacock.

“I’m prince Azekel of Reghinton. Who are you, mysterious prince?” He inquired after minutes of silence. She glanced at him and found his eyes fixated on the princess.

“Bishop Charming of Kingdom Lucitor. Why…’ mysterious prince’ of all things?”  Azekel didn’t respond immediately, his gaze on the people dancing in the middle of the ballroom. “I’ve seen you watching from afar, Bishop. You should dance with Her Highness, you may lose your chance”

‘Everyone loves telling me that, do they not?’ Chloe sighed, ready to answer before a scene in the ballroom caught her eye.

“Don’t bother resisting me, princess. All you have to do is take this mask off and I am yours!” The prince, in the company of whom Red barely finished dancing, declared with an artificial tone. He flashed a grin, which he accounted as enchanting, while she only thought it was bland.

The princess, instead of groaning annoyingly, put on a polite smile and stated “I apologize, Sir Irker. However, my expectations aren’t near your wishes. May your night be restful”

Red was, sincerely, getting tired of hearing every prince’s goals be the same. ‘I desire to have three children, I wish to have my breakfast served in bed, I want to have intercourse with my queen at least four times a week’ And so on and so forth. Her feet also hurt from all the dancing she needed to perform while listening to those princes. ‘I wish Chloe were here, she’d know how to make me feel better’

“Princess, I am the best you could ever achieve!” The prince gritted through his teeth, his grip turning dangerous, making it unable to escape the dancefloor. “Let go of me, don’t make me repeat it” She threatened when he didn’t budge.

Suddenly, Red felt a soft hand on her shoulder that pushed her back, releasing her from the prince’s grip. The mysterious person who emerged from the crowd coughed to gain attention. “May I have this dance, Princess Red?” He asked once the first notes of the elegant melody started.

Red spared a glance at the stranger, awed by the amount of blue and white garments that adorned their figure. The bothersome prince scattered away with a scowl, leaving only the princess and her unexpected savior. The way her royal title sounded on his tongue was… oddly familiar, almost as if he knew her. “You may”

He delicately took her hand in his and the other stood securely on her waist. ‘He is extremely gracious. What is his motive?’ Red cautiously pondered, letting the prince lead their dance.

They spent a good minute drifting along the floor, each looking the other over. Red observed that the young man’s mannerisms were very gentle and careful, a stark contrast to the other princes, who flaunted their pride and arrogance. It was a nice change. His hands were softer, though a certain sharpness to his gaze left Red with goosebumps of anticipation.

“You shall tell me your goals shortly, dear stranger. And your name, please.” She requested, realizing the boy wouldn’t say anything otherwise. His eyes snapped from their dazed state and gazed frantically around the room as if he were searching for something. “Bishop Charming. My goals? I am not quite sure. What are your goals, princess?” He asked softly as he dipped her, his eyes glistening curiously behind the white owl mask that separated them.

The redhead was bewildered both by the action and the question. The dance move made it so they were so close that their breaths mingled. It made her dizzy. Even more, none of the princes asked her what she wanted up until that point. ‘This one’s something else, isn’t he?’

“I am not sure either, Bishop.” She admitted, furrowing her brows, stepping gracefully on the dance floor. “I’ve always dreamed of becoming a famous painter, portraying the world and its values through brush strokes along with vibrant colors.” She smiled slightly. “However, I am bound to rule in this universe, not fool around.” Red held a monotone yet melancholic tone throughout, prompting a sympathetic look from Bishop.

“That breaks my heart, your Highness” Bishop mused, his hold on her tightening. “I am in a similar position myself. Whenever family gatherings arise, I speak of my wish to be a royal knight and explore the various things life offers, instead of holding the weight of an empire as an almighty ruler. Perhaps being a royal is more of a curse than a blessing, wouldn’t you agree?” Bishop inquired, twirling the redheaded and leaving her surprised.

‘I’ve never thought about it that way’ She understood her mother’s reasons for the strict attitude and rules she put up. The Queen of Hearts never wanted her daughter to follow the same path she did as a teenager, or so Red was told.

“Perhaps you’re right, Bishop. We are made only to follow in others’ footsteps,” Red agreed sadly. If only this pathetic ball weren’t happening, she’d see Chloe again—her Chloe.

Chloe wouldn’t have thought dancing with her oldest and closest friend would feel as accomplished as it did. She found herself admiring the princess occasionally, managing to stop herself rapidly so the girl wouldn’t notice.

It was terrible trying not to reveal her identity to Red as they danced the rest of the song away. She wanted to inform her that she was safe with her, safer than she’d ever be with the other suitors. Chloe bit her lip and swallowed the urge.

As the last notes of the song faded away, she pulled away from the heir and bowed to bid her farewell. However, a gentle hand on her cheek stopped the words in her mouth, prompting her to gaze up in wonder. She was met with soft brown eyes and a pleased smile.

With a swift move, the princess made gasps echo through the ballroom. Only when Red held the white mask in front of her did Chloe realize what happened. “You have exceeded my expectations, Bishop. We shall meet again under the pale moonlight after the ball comes to an end”

Chloe, frozen on the spot, watched as another suitor approached them shortly, taking Red away. She lingered in that spot for several seconds before dragging herself to the nearest wall and leaning on it. She fidgeted with the red brooch as she pondered.

‘I have not thought this far, have I?’

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After the mask was removed, the ball continued as before. The only new thing was that Chloe received glares and could observe some of the suitors whispering to themselves, which irritated her. Though, that was probably the motive.

The only thing going through her mind was that by the end of the ball, she had to inform Red of her identity, no matter what. She couldn’t let her friend be courted by someone who could not offer an heir, and potentially harm the kingdom.

Another thing she had to do was make another prince have his mask taken off, meaning she wouldn’t be the only choice. The only person she could think was fit for the job was Azekel. He seemed the most sane prince out of them all.

Chloe found the boy munching on some cookies at a food table. “Azekel, I require your help!” She exclaimed so he could hear her over the music. He turned with a bored look before his eyes widened upon seeing the change in her appearance. “I see you’ve advanced compared to the other suitors. Congratulations”

“Azekel, I need you to make Her Highness remove your mask! I cannot marry her!” She pleaded with him. Azekel raised an eyebrow skeptically at the demand. “You do not want to marry the princess? May I know the reason why you’re here then?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he crossed his arms over his chest. She sighed, exasperated.

“I cannot confess the reason, I apologize. If you succeed, I promise to tell you” Chloe tried to sound as hurt as she could in the hope that the boy would accept. He contemplated his next words carefully. “Bishop, I must say something as well. I am not interested in your request. The princess clarified that she wouldn’t take me as a husband. Furthermore, I have wasted my three chances at a dance” Azekel shot her a sympathetic look and left.

Chloe, although hurt, understood the circumstances and let it not bother her too much. She considered asking Sir Irker for the request, yet the previous interaction that transported between the two royals before made her plan backtrack. Disappointed, she dragged her feet to a door that led to the castle’s garden and sat on one of the porcelain stairs, watching the twinkling stars in the sky.

‘What am I supposed to do now? I cannot marry Red!’ She took off her hat and gripped her hair desperately. She sighed and let her thoughts drift beyond Red. She soon realized the mistake she had made by arriving at the ball. ‘I could’ve put my kingdom in danger!  I could’ve put myself in danger! What if someone found out who I am? Would they alert my parents? Would they let me leave without a mark? What would my parents say about my foolish behavior?!‘ Her thoughts spiraled, leaving room for doubt and frustration to barge in. A tap on her right shoulder snapped her out of it

She turned to her right, laughter erupted from her left. She furiously faced the person. It was Princess Red. Guilt replaced anger. The princess sat beside her, standing too close for Chloe’s liking. Normally, she’d let the girl stand even closer to her, however, she needed to push her away. ’I need to be stoic and show no emotions, in that way, she won’t like me. Piece of cake!’ “Hey, Princess Red!” Her voice squeaked out. ‘Great…’

Red smiled, ignoring her jumpy pitch “Hello, Bishop. Are you all right? You seem a touch pale.” Her tone held more playfulness than concern. Chloe gulped and swiftly put her hat back on, her expression going neutral. “I am all right. Should you not be inside, dancing with princes?”

The heir seemed taken aback by her question, her eyes widening briefly. She quickly pulled herself together and spoke firmly “Mother insisted I take a short break while she addresses the suitors who consumed their chances”

“And what prompted you to converse with me?” Chloe asked, a tinge of vulnerability seeping out.

“Your last name is Charming, no?” Red blatantly ignored her question. She nodded. “Then, I suppose you know Chloe Charming, daughter of Cinderella.” The heir narrowed her eyes seriously at the unmasked.

Chloe’s heart leaped in her chest at the mention, beating rapidly in anticipation. “I cannot say I am close to her, however, I recall her presence at various family gatherings. Why do you ask?”

Before Red could respond, a loud bell ringing echoed through the kingdom, startling the both of them. The heir turned to her “That’s my cue. Until the ball ends, Bishop” Her eyes held a mischievous glint to them as she left a quick peck on the suitor’s cheek. Chloe’s gaze followed her until she disappeared into the castle. She let out an exasperated sigh.

Inside the castle, Red took confident steps while walking toward the ballroom. Her mother told her to be careful around Bishop, the Charming family being known for their willingness to do anything for the things they desired

She had felt that Bishop was the best choice ever since he had helped her escape that cockalorum of a prince on the dance floor. His gaze had been so kind while they were dancing, holding gentle affection. The soft light from the chandeliers transformed his obsidian eyes into pools of bronze, offering an ounce of vulnerability the other suitors lacked. Red felt as if she could see right through his pure, sky-blue soul.

Her thoughts couldn’t linger too much on Bishop, returning to Chloe. Chloe with her sharp sword that reflected her protective nature. Chloe and her bright grin that lit up a room better than any light. Chloe and her golden eyes that stared at her so lovingly it made Red weak in the knees.

She fished a pocket watch she always held from a secret compartment in her dress. The time read was 9 and 27 minutes. Red sighed in relief as she only had about an hour of dancing before the ball would come to an end. She cracked her neck and entered the ballroom, ready to clash with another suitor’s steps.

Red didn’t like one bit how the suitors fought over her like animals, as if she was a prize to be won. She wished this whole ordeal wouldn’t have been organized. A headache slowly started to make itself known, the princess rubbing her temple.

Outside the castle, a couple of the suitors, who used their chances, gathered and discussed. Mischievous smirks and bitter laughs were transmitted as Sir Irker explained in detail their next move.

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“Fellow suitors! Are you not bitter about how things turned out? Do you not see we’ve been played?!” He shouted, receiving the attention of the men sent back to their kingdoms by the Queen of Hearts.

Once most of them suspiciously judged him, he continued. “We’re all better than that poor excuse of a prince! He’s coming from the Charming family, no less! Follow my lead and we’ll take the throne!” He declared for all of them to hear, his confidence leaking into their minds and convincing them. Or most of them, at least. A certain dark-skinned boy frowned at his words.

Sir Irker scanned the crowd for a moment before speaking. “If any of you don’t agree, you are welcome to leave.” His tone was polite, almost as if the murderous glint in his eyes wasn’t there. He swiftly pulled a knife out of his pocket, grabbing a suitor by the collar. “But, if I hear that you spill anything regarding this plan, it’ll be off with your head.” He held the knife at the suitor’s neck, leaving a small cut as he gulped, frightened.

As Azekel looked around to see if any of the suitors were concerned about his behavior, he was unfortunate to find large grins and smirks on their faces, on board with Sir Irker’s scheme. He sighed before forcing a smile of his own, to appear likewise one of them.

“How will we be proceeding with this plan exactly?” A suitor, dressed as elegantly as his sharp voice, inquired. Irker briefly turned to him, then faced the others.

“Friends, 30 minutes before the ball ends, we will be divided into groups that will hide around the castle. Some outside, some inside. The outcome of this plan is to kidnap the precious princess.” He paused, searching around to see if some of the guards or, worse, the Queen of Hearts were around. “We will take the princess far away from here, and so, the queen will have no choice but to let us rule in return for her daughter. Make some noise if you’ll participate!” He provoked, grinning at the commotion he caused.

The peacock-masked boy felt his eyebrows furrow at the words. ‘Do they really think the guards wouldn’t realize that they’re here with all the screaming? The Queen of Hearts would never let her daughter be taken away that easily,’ he pondered as he opened his mouth, pretending to shout along.

As Azekel tailed behind them, he observed Sir Irker looking around from time to time, careful to not get them caught. If a guard saw a group of 50 princes walking around the palace, surely the Queen of Hearts would’ve been alerted, you’d think. No. They passed by multiple guards, and not a single one of them had reacted. The boy hoped that it was only a matter of time before someone stopped their plan.

The Queen of Hearts watched her daughter dance with yet another suitor. A bitter feeling filled her as she saw her not take his mask off and move on to the next.

The woman didn’t like the idea of her precious Red marrying …a Charming. Although they were known for their almost undying resources of valuable metals or even their agile and mighty horses that were to kill for, another thing about the Charming family unsettled the queen. The way they loved.

A Charming fell once in their life, and hard. They could, and would, tear the whole world apart if it meant an ounce of affection from the one their heart desired. The gentle feeling that love represented could turn into a morbid lust for attention.

Likewise, the Charmings, the Hearts family had a curse of their own, cursing through the royal blood. The shattered heart syndrome is called.

A Hearts’s blood pumped the same way it did to others, however, aging combined with intense negative emotions triggered by numerous events caused it to get weaker and weaker as time passed. Those triggering events possessed the name of ‘heartbreak’. The heart would slowly break until it shattered, resulting in death.

The thought of her daughter falling hopelessly in love with that prince, while another enamored him, and getting rejected because he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings, brought intense heartache to the queen. It would be her daughter’s first-ever heartbreak.

The Queen of Hearts laid her right hand on her chest, where her heart rested. It beat slowly and faintly, tired of all the things it had borne over the years. The woman swallowed air to calm her nerves. One more heartbreak and she’d…

She could not let it happen. Not until Red was stable and would be able to manage a whole kingdom in her absence. Bridget gripped the fabric and shut her eyes, trying to keep her composure.

Memories of her first heartbreak, coincidentally caused by a Charming, rushed into her mind. Her first love was taken away by the claws of a determined prince, now the powerful king of Kingdom Lucitor. She had mourned and mourned the love that was never meant to be until no tears were left.

A sigh escaped her lips, her hand fell from her chest and intertwined with her other one as she kept a royal pose. She stepped away, resuming to walk through the halls of the palace. A royal guard stopped her after a few minutes, insisting it was urgent.

Azekel hoped for nothing. Not even a guard had stopped them, and they were currently all split in groups around the castle. He had to find Bishop as soon as possible, even if the possibility of Sir Irker killing him was high. He couldn’t stand there and do nothing.

He slowed his steps and waited for the others to be at a safe distance before he ran. He ran and he ran as if his legs caught on fire and he was chasing an ice-cold sea. His breath came heavily, the wind blowing against his face as his lips curled into a smile. The adrenaline kicked in, and it consumed him.

He searched the whole first floor for Bishop, and his legs ached, considering he was not used to being physically active. His shoulders slumped as he walked to the kingdom’s garden. Sir Irker hadn’t ordered any groups in that kingdom’s wing, freeing Azekel of hiding.

The garden was magnificent. Many bushes held vibrant, colored flowers that brought the element of magic into the environment, along with the moon that bathed them in its light. All of the flowers glowed, however, none of them stood out likewise the forget-me-nots that were planted in a place far from the others. In an almost intimate place, as if it served the purpose of telling a story instead of completing a painting.

He gazed around the garden, observing a familiar figure among the many red roses planted there. He cautiously walked to him, seeing him cradle a rose in his hand, holding it delicately and longingly. “Bishop” Azekel called to get his attention. He hummed.

He let out a shuddering breath before speaking. He wished to tell about the suitors’s plans, though it seemed a question took its place. “Are you all right?”

Bishop turned to him, his exhausted brown eyes piercing through him. “Of course I am. What brings you here, dear friend?” His voice stood steady, a polite smile gracing his lips. Azekel winced internally as he realized that the prince must have still been upset with his refusal of his earlier request.

“They are planning on stealing Princess Red” As he spoke, a frown hadn’t failed to make an appearance on the other’s face. “What have you said?” He inquired, his tone a touch too loud for the garden’s quiet atmosphere.

“Sir Irker is leading an impossibly idiotic plan to steal the princess so the queen would give up the throne in return for her daughter.” He informed, watching how Bishop’s expression turned furious.

Both sensing his change of demeanor, Azekel straightened up nervously while Bishop inhaled sharply to calm himself. His brows stood furrowed, but his shoulders relaxed and his eyes held gentle concern.

“How many of them are? When do they wish to proceed with the plan? Will they be using any weapons?” His voice came out serious, almost as if he was already coming up with various solutions.

Azekel couldn’t help but feel admiration for the man before him. He hadn’t learned the circumstances for long and hadn’t lost his temper, making the safety of the heir his priority, rather than the fact that he had lost his chance at gaining her. Bishop had also not complained of their lack of agreement, though Azekel felt remorse toward the situation.

“There are about 50 men, only a few might actually put up a fight. In half an hour they want to attack.” For the last question, Azekel hadn’t had a concrete answer since he remembered being told at the gate to leave any sharp objects there. “I saw Sir Irker wield a knife earlier, the others may possibly not have those.”

Bishop let out a frustrated sigh before addressing him. “We need to alert the Queen of Hearts of this plan immediately if the guards haven’t already,” He decided before he cautionary spoke, “Unless you wish to participate in this plan of theirs…” His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. Azekel gulped nervously. “Never”

Said and done, the two men cautiously walked through the castle’s dimly lit hallways, paintings catching their eyes from time to time. Bishop’s steps were confident and determined, likewise a man on a mission, while Azekel’s were faint, yet calculated not to draw any attention.

The silence was suffocating, pressing uncomfortably against his chest. Azekel gripped his vest, a sense of fright in his veins. ‘God, help me not die tonight’ He repeated like a mantra, Sir Irker’s warning coming back to haunt him. He doubted that the man would kill him, however, even sharp minds could lose their common sense when unsteady.

His heart leaped in tumor when a firm hand landed on his shoulder. He slowly turned his head to find Bishop looking sympathetically at him. “Would you pull yourself together? We do not have time to panic in this moment,” Bishop sounded apologetic, however, Azekel could see the frustration in the crease of his eyebrows. He averted his gaze to the side, muttering, “I apologize.”

Bishop moved his hand to his other shoulder and gently caressed the fabric there, then walked ahead. His arm was still on Azekel’s shoulder, providing silent reassurance and support. “Thank you, Bishop.”

The air between them changed, the sharp awkwardness turned into soft understanding.

When they rounded a corner, two guards were chatting, their postures stiff and one hand on their respective swords. Bishop let go of Azekel and marched to them.

“Beg pardon, I require to talk with the Queen of Hearts immediately. Would you be so kind as to lead me to her?” He politely inquired, earning curt nods in return.

“That was fast,” Azekel commented quietly when they started following them.

As they walked side by side, Azekel’s mouth moved faster than his mind thought, to ease the silence. “For someone who hurled at the thought of marrying the princess, you’re an awful lot worried about her,” He whispered so the guards wouldn’t hear.

Bishop opened his mouth once, twice, even thrice, though no words came out. Azekel could swear he observed a tinge of red dusting his cheeks. The prince pulled his hat over his face to cover his embarrassment, muttering, “You’re imagining things.”

Azekel huffed in laughter before he lightheartedly nudged him. “Bishop, it is all right to feel something toward her.” His voice was understanding.

The men abruptly stopped in front of a dark wooden door. One of the guards opened it while the other signed for them to enter the room.

Inside, the Queen of Hearts stood at a dark desk covered in various papers, her writing on one of them when they arrived. The only thing illuminated in the room was the desk, a candle crinkling softly. If they squinted enough, a portrait was on display on the right side of the room.

The queen’s gaze lifted from the papers to the men in the doorway, her eyes narrowing slightly when they landed on Bishop. ”Just who I had been waiting for” They heard her mutter. Azekel hid behind him, only then realizing that he shouldn’t have been there.

The said prince wasted no time and began explaining. “Your Majesty, the suitors wish to kidnap the princess, and they’ll be attacking soon enough.”

“I am aware of that,” The queen replied coldly before returning to her paperwork. ‘…what?’

Bishop’s face fell in disbelief. “Are you not going to send the guards after them? Inform Princess Red of their plan?” He sputtered, trying to make sense of the queen’s indifference.

With an irritated sigh, she walked in front of Bishop, the air charged with danger. “If you wish as much to be in the same room as my daughter, I advise you to wield that sword over there-“ She pointed to a sword hanging from the wall. “and prove yourself worthy, Charming.” The queen instructed fiercely.

Azekel could observe Bishop’s knuckles whitening from how tight he was clenching them. He could only imagine the enraged glint in his eyes and the furrow between his eyebrows as he glared at the woman before him.

“Do not make me repeat myself, boy! Go out there before it is off with your head!” She thundered, growing impatient, her eyes holding a tint of dark red in them.

Bishop swiftly gripped the sword’s handle and left furiously, a confused Azekel tailing after him.

Once they were several meters away from where the queen was located, Bishop stopped his hurried steps and turned to him. He took a deep breath. “Azekel, I need you to grab a sword from somewhere and help me get those suitors off Red’s back, since the queen won’t do anything.” He said the last part quietly, yet bitterly.

Azekel understood him. It was unbelievable how the Queen of Hearts would let her daughter be taken away so easily from her. It left a weird taste in his mouth. However, it was unlike Bishop, at least from what he had observed so far, to be so… angry.

“All right. How much time until they attack?” Azekel inquired as he rapidly found a sword in the hand of a spare armor stand.

Before Bishop could respond, a familiar scream startled both of them. “Red!” He shouted in horror as he ran to the nearest staircase. ‘Oh no…’

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The sword in her hand was heavy, and she ran up the stairs as fast as she could. She gripped its carefully carved hilt, her heart beating fast in uneasiness.

Every possible scenario was going through her head.

They could find Red cornered by the suitors, her being tied up, while they could’ve given her a sleeping pill and shared lustful looks, knowing what they could easily do to a helpless girl.

The suitors could be torturing her, ripping her nails and dragging their knives slowly against her skin for the satisfaction of watching crimson blood pour, smiling wickedly at the pained screams of the princess.

Red could be cut into pieces for all she knew, even if it wouldn’t make sense since the suitors needed something to blackmail the queen.

Among those scenarios, various salvation ideas came to her mind.

She could grab a torch and threaten to throw it on the suitors if they stood too close to Red.

She and Azekel could try to injure at least half of them, so they would be able to escort Red to safety, perhaps to the Queen’s chambers, where most of the guards are.

The desire to hurt them badly for daring to even touch the princess was getting harder to suppress. She wanted to murder-

Chloe took a deep breath and stopped that dangerous thought before it could resonate with her.

When they reached the floor where the scream had been heard from, Chloe signed for Azekel to be quiet, which proved to be quite hard since he was out of breath.

The air was charged with fear and dread, their footsteps echoing frightfully across the walls, both preparing themselves for what was coming.

Fortunately for them, all of the doors were wide open, giving them a clear view of the interior. Nothing was there. No one in sight.

Walking further down the floor, Azekel stepped harshly on the carpet to grab her attention. She frowned, questioning silently. He pointed to a door at the far end of the hall. The only shut door.

They nodded to each other and cautiously walked to the mysterious room. Chloe’s heart thundered in her chest while blood pumped harshly in her ears, the grip on her sword tightening. She was not sure she was prepared for what she was about to see when she opened the door.

When they reached it, she took a deep breath and briefly looked at Azekel before roughly kicking the worn-out wood, the hinges screaming in their wake, leaving a haunting sound to echo down the hallway.

As the soft light from the candles spilled into the room, the scenery left them both confused.

There she was. Red. In all her glory, without a single scratch or mark on her. She was staring at the entrance, most probably horrified by the sudden intrusion.

The heir’s eyes softened in relief when they landed on Chloe. “Bishop...” She smiled slightly before she observed the person behind her, who was silently closing the door. “And…” Red trailed off, as if she were trying to remember his name.

The boy nervously blinked. “Azekel, Your Majesty,” He answered rapidly, nudging Chloe to get her attention. “This could be a trap,” he whispered; however, she paid him little mind.

Just as she was about to speak, a rush of footsteps echoed loudly through the hall.

Azekel raised his sword, his figure shaking as he prepared himself for the worst to come. Chloe motioned to both of them to rest as flatly as they could against the wall where the door was located. Red was in the corner, Azekel in front of her and Chloe stood protectively ahead. Perhaps the suitors’ vision would be as weak as their plan.

The sound was deafening before it stopped suddenly, the silence loaded heavily with anticipation.

The door burst open, even slamming against the wall. Red and Azekel flinched, and Chloe’s heart spiked in terror.

Harsh amber light was cast in the room, the suitors’ shadows looming. Wicked cackles and sickening grins barged in, suffocating the room.

A man stepped in, his torch illuminating almost the whole room except for the corners. He looked around briefly before leaving. As Chloe was about to sigh in relief, he was roughly shoved back into the room, another suitor coming with him. The other man searched more carefully, his eyebrows furrowing. Then his gaze landed on them.

His lips curled into a disgusting smirk as he drawled out. “There you are, princess.”

Chloe’s grip on her sword tightened as she heard Red’s breath hitch. More men walked in, their boots thundering in the small room.

She nudged Azekel to stand beside her, their swords raised to protect the heir. They stalked closer, knives in some of their hands. She was 80% sure that she and he could at least disarm and lightly bruise them to give Red an escape. It was 20 men, not that many. Plus, most of them were scrawny-looking.

“Come on, little Charming. Give back what isn’t yours, and we will not hurt your ego.” A suitor with pointy teeth snickered, swinging his knife confidently. The others advanced toward them at his statement.

“If you wish to return to your kingdoms in one piece, I suggest you retreat,” She threatened, tone dangerous, pointing her sword at them. She could see some of them get scared for a moment before a set of footsteps was heard. More men. More men were coming.

Chloe’s bravado slipped slightly. She wasn’t so sure that they could control the situation in their favor anymore. Azekel whistled lowly to grab her attention. He gestured subtly to the window. “There is no other way,” he mouthed. She frowned, not too pleased.

When more men entered the room, she realized that the 40-something suitors before her wouldn’t go down so easily.

Wicked grins and sharp tools started advancing, and they were being cornered.

Chloe stepped bravely and swiftly knocked the weapons from some suitors’ hands, recoiling them back. Azekel followed suit, merely batting his sword around enough to pose a threat.

From the corner of her eye, she observed a group of men going for Red, the heir, backing against the wall. Chloe quickly went in front of her, pointing her sword at a suitor’s throat before leaving a small mark. More men were coming from behind her after Red. She could not handle them all.

Before she could even think of calling Azekel to help her, the door was flung open once again.

“Oh, what is this brutality?! Are we barbarians? Gentlemen, learn to be gentle men!” A voice scolded the suitors. Some mumbled and slumped their shoulders, and some glared furiously at the intruder. It was Sir Irker himself.

He stepped confidently, his demeanor screaming royalty. The light from the torches reflected on him as if he were a divinity, giving him a false air of innocence.

Sir Irker watched all of the men in disgust, almost as if he were not the one who ordered the attack.

When his dark eyes landed on the princess, his expression turned worried, and he rushed to her. “Your Majesty, are you all right? These men had not hurt you, had they? I promise if they did, I will-“ He was cut off by a sword hilted at his pulse point.

Chloe was fuming. She could not believe him.

He came up with the idea to ambush the redhead with a group of over 40 men, and now he was playing the hero. ‘Who does he think he is?!’

“Do not dare touch her, Irker,” She warned lowly, antagonizingly slow pressing against his throat.

The man only chuckled and even stepped further into the blade. “Little Charming, do not fret. I have come only to reclaim what you thought was yours,” he declared, glancing at the dumbfounded Red.

Chloe froze at his words. They were the same ones another suitor used. And they were right.

Red wasn’t hers. Never had been. Chloe was not supposed to be there, to get a chance at her friend’s hand. Chloe should not have meddled in Red’s romantic affairs. It was not what friends did.

The other suitors watched the scene in pure confusion. Azekel was shooting her a look that said, ‘What is happening? Why are you not doing anything?’ And Chloe could ask him the same questions.

While she was static, Sir Irker moved toward Red, placing his hands on her hips. “Dearest, give me a kiss,” He drawled with a smirk in a tone he thought seductive, leaning toward her, and Red stepped back.

“Never,” She hissed quietly, disgust evident in her voice.

He pressed further, making Red lean on the windowsill.

Chloe watched, a mix of hurt and confusion brewing deep inside her. She could not risk drawing her sword against Sir Irker, she could injure Red. She would not forgive herself if she did that.

Just as he was about to press his rough lips on her soft ones, Red kicked him boldly in between his legs. A surge of pride lit inside the knight with other feelings.

 He groaned before angrily charging toward her, harshly pushing her against the window.

As Chloe suddenly became aware of what had happened, the redhead fell.

Sir Irker pushed her princess out of the window.

Without thinking, she ruthlessly pushed the man aside with her sword, drawing another groan as a splash of red appeared on his arm.

And so, she jumped right after her.

The air pushed roughly against her cheeks as she tried to slow her fall by dragging her sword against the wall.

She fell hard against the floor, eliciting a whimper from her lips. She limped as she spotted Red a few feet away from her, almost tripping on her hat that had fallen.

Fortunately, she seemed to have landed on a big bush, currently dusting herself off. The princess gazed at her sympathetically, something hidden behind those honey-colored eyes.

Chloe swiftly made her way over to her, her heart aching in her chest at the thought of not being able to protect her. ‘I am supposed to be a knight for whoever’s sake’

“Ruby! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?” The worried tone and words died in her throat when she felt hesitant and perfectly soft lips against hers.

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The kiss was soft and unexpected. Red’s lips timidly moved against Bishop’s as the other royal hadn’t made any move to reciprocate. It lasted a few seconds before the heir couldn’t stand not seeing the knight’s expression.

His eyes were wide in surprise, lips parted as if he wanted to say something or object. A pretty flush spread across his face, hands twitching at his sides. His sword and hat were on the ground, long forgotten, leaving the prince in a vulnerable state. It made him look familiar.

Same dark brown eyes, same stance, same-

A fury of footsteps was heard in the distance, echoing hauntingly.

Without much thought, Red gripped Bishop’s wrist and dragged him away after he retrieved his items. ‘I need to get away from this palace,’ She thought, almost stumbling on the rocks with her heels.

“We need to alert the guards,” The prince said. “They may keep them at bay.” His voice was hollow, lost in the fear of the moment.

“No. We’re leaving,” She decided, running toward the nearest stone wall. She heard Bishop stop a few feet behind her. She could feel his eyes boring irritably into her back.

“Leaving? And where do you plan to go? Is there any place safer than here?” He asked exasperated, gripping the hilt of his sword.

A surge of anger filled Red, making her fingers stumble as she tried to retrieve her deck of cards from a secret compartment on her dress. “Don’t you see that my mother does not care?! The royal army had been trained for days to be in their best shape for this day. Where are they now? This is some stupid scheme of hers, I am sure.” She pulled out one of the jacks and whispered a spell. The stones rapidly moved and created an entrance. “I am not going to let myself be trapped into one of those again.” Red declared, walking on the other side of the wall.

When she looked back, Bishop was frozen in place. His eyes were narrowed in thought. He seemed to be contemplating whether to go with her or not. His gaze drifted to the castle, a sigh leaving his lips. Before she could talk, he walked through the entrance as well.

The two royals ran and ran in the quiet of the night, the redhead’s heels lost on tree stumps, and the other’s hat flown in a hurry. They hadn’t shared a single word; only panting breaths and exhausted groans could be heard.

The nature around was covered in a blanket of silence; nothing except their steps sounded in the forest. The animals slept soundly in their nests, not bothering to wake from the disturbance the lovers caused.

Red spared a glance at the sky. The moon hung high, glowing softly against the dark abyss. Clouds gathered around it, as if they were its worshippers, offering it an air of divinity. She had always envied the moon. The brightest in the sky, the spotlight of a scene. Always so elegant in following the sun’s footsteps.

She sometimes wished to be like that. The only thought in someone’s mind, someone’s only priority. The most important part of someone’s day. It was foolish. Her mother would say, never one to believe that love was the answer.

She was so distracted that she did not notice Bishop stopping abruptly, suddenly being pressed up against a tree trunk by the prince. He was looking at her with such intensity that she couldn’t suppress a shiver.

Before she could ask the reason for their position, a rush of hooves was heard, galloping rapidly with precision.

When the sound was closer, Red craned her neck from the tree and watched the distant path to see who was travelling. She let out a surprised gasp when she saw a distinct heart on the back of two riders—her mother.

“The queen sent guards after us,” Bishop remarked quietly, no longer pining her to the tree. Red pushed away from it and shivered again, remembering that she was wearing a now torn dress that didn’t possess the power to warm her up.

As she rubbed her arms for heat, she curiously watched Bishop wordlessly take off his vest. He gently put it around her shoulders and let out a tired sigh. “I am aware that it’s not enough. We’ll get to shelter soon enough,” He promised.

Even though the only light source was from the lanterns and the moon, Red could see something different.

Bishop’s sharp chin was softer, his previous gaze filled with intensity was lost in pure affection and care. The prince’s chiseled face was now as smooth as marble.

Red then understood the reason for the sense of safety that she felt around him. ‘Gods, how did I not realize sooner?’  This was no ordinary prince. This was-

“Chloe…” She whispered in a broken tone. She saw it, the confirmation of her suspicion. If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t have caught it. She wouldn’t have caught the way Bishop’s eyes widened slightly at the mention and the way his eyebrows furrowed by an inch in panic. He was scared. She could see it in his twitching fingers and the uneven, hushed breaths he was taking.

Before Red could continue, the prince intervened nervously. “No, no, you’re…you’re mistaken.” His gaze darted anxiously across the forest. The heir felt a small smile forming on her lips. She slowly reached a hand to cup his cheek.

Dark chocolate met golden honey. The heir has always had more colorful eyes than her counterpart; however, the other’s reflected more emotion than anyone thought muted brown ever could. Red often found herself…staring, losing herself.

The same thing happened. Red was spellbound in the vulnerable night of her eyes, the moonlight creating little stars in them. Her gaze lingered on them further, before darting to his left eyebrow, a distinct scar adorning it.

“Don’t hide from me, please,” She pleaded softly, raising a hand to trace the scar tenderly.

Chloe sighed and leaned into the touch, laying her palm against Red’s. “I’m sorry, Ruby.” She looked at her so sincerely that it made Red feel sacred. Her heart flipped at the nickname yet again.

“I thought it was you since I took your mask off,” She confessed, and Chloe was surprised. Red almost scoffed at that. ‘I’d know her blind,’ She thought as she leaned in and kissed the other’s cheek. It wasn’t hesitant, it was steady. To solidify her statement.

Red took her hand, interlocking their fingers, forming a physical connection beyond the one made by their souls. She turned her head to the side and signed for them to resume their adventure. Chloe, previously stunned, smiled and led the way.

The two walked hand in hand for about half an hour before finding a village. Since it was almost midnight, it was eerily quiet.

As they passed by a stand, Chloe grabbed two cloaks. Before Red could tease her about her actions, the knight put it on and offered her the other. “We’ll need to be low-profile. Keep the vest,” She said the last sentence softer, almost as if she was begging her to do so.

“You don’t think we could steal any other clothes for me, do you?” Red helplessly asked, her feet aching and her body uncomfortable from the formal attire.

Chloe pondered before eyeing a rope that served as a drying rack. She swiftly walked to it and snatched a white blouse along with navy linen pants. “Here, go and change between those houses,” she pointed to a space between the houses.

Red nodded and took the clothes. As she changed, a mischievous smile curled her lips. “You can look, you know,” She whispered seductively. ‘I am yours, after all,’ She wished to add, though even in her mind, the words made her almost unbearably warm.

When she turned around and stepped in front of Chloe, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her face was scarlet.

As they walked cautiously through the village, Red observed that the architecture was slightly different from that of her kingdom, which meant they were probably located somewhere in between kingdoms.

“Do you think someone would let us rest for a night?” Chloe let the thought out, looking at the various houses that surrounded them.

They have advanced through, now at a lake that made the path stop, meaning they were at the edge of the village. A creak sounded on their left, prompting them to hide rapidly behind a wall, bodies clumsily pressed together. Chloe shielded Red, their arms interlocked.

Red’s hand tightened around the other’s sleeve as she observed an old man come out of a house and slowly walk toward the water. His limbs trembled when he sat in a wooden chair to watch the lake with half-closed eyes. It was…pitiful.

Chloe was deep in thought, she saw. The knight gently released her and looked at her questioningly. Red shook her head in misunderstanding. “What are you planning to do?” She mouthed and narrowed her eyes when she received a smile in response.

Suddenly, Chloe stepped toward the man. Red reached a hand to stop her, but it didn’t work. Sighing, she strolled after her.

“Hello, sir,” Chloe greeted, offering a polite smile. The man barely reacted, his eyes sliding over the two, then returned to the water. “Hello, son.” His eyesight was so bad that he had mistaken her for a boy.

Chloe let out an exhale. “My friend and I were wondering if we could reside at your house for the night. You see, we have been exiled from our homes for loving each other,” She explained, her voice taking on a somber tone.

“We beg you, sir,” Red added, taking the other’s hand to offer support, and laid her head on her shoulder. It was not that hard to pretend they were in love if they actually were.

The old man contemplated before letting a bittersweet smile grace his dry lips, glancing nostalgically at them. “Young love, of course,” He chuckled before attempting to get up. Red quickly came to his aid.

“My children or grandchildren do not visit me anymore, you know,” He confessed once they were inside, scanning the way the two seemed to gravitate toward one another. “Go and rest in one of their rooms upstairs, we’ll talk more in the morning,” He said, winking as if he knew their secret. They rapidly bid him goodnight and headed upstairs.

When they arrived in one of the rooms, Red immediately flopped on the bed, sighing in relief. The mattress was harsh, but it was better than nothing. She watched with lazy eyes as Chloe left her shoes near the door and closed it, and with a soft click, locked it, even barricading it with her sword.

Red’s heart leaped in her chest at the implication, face heating up absent-mindedly. “Why did you lock the door?” She asked to make sure they were on the same page, voice low with a hint of heat.

Chloe huffed in laughter, shaking her head affectionately. “To make sure the man wouldn’t come after us or kill us?” She smiled, looking at her as if she were mad.

“Right,” She internally face-palmed herself. ‘Of course she wouldn’t think of doing it that early’

Chloe carefully took off her ring and put it on the bedside table. She reached a hand toward the vest on Red’s shoulders before retracting it. “May I?” she whispered, earning a nod in response.

Red held her breath as the other gently unclipped something from the vest, their faces inches from each other. It would be so easy to just-

Chloe pulled away, holding a red carnation brooch, then laid it next to the ring. “Where did you get that?” Red asked when the knight spread next to her on the bed, millimeters between their bodies.

“My parents gifted it to me on the morning of the ball, a birthday gift.” She yawned softly, a hand coming under her head to serve as a pillow.

A comfortable silence settled between them, both needing a moment to breathe and take in the night’s events.

As they lay on the harsh mattress, only their breathing and the crickets outside could be heard. Red slowly turned her head to gaze at her companion. Her once pristine clothes were wrinkled and had some holes, or were dirty with mud. Red thought she couldn’t look any more endearing.

She couldn’t believe that her friend would go out of her way and come to the ball that could have caused a rift in their friendship. Red didn’t even want to think about the ball, her mother, and what punishment she might receive for her actions. What would even happen to the ball arrangement? ‘I can’t marry Chloe, can I?’ She couldn’t help but feel hopeful at the thought. ‘When is she going to bring up the…kiss? Did it not…mean anything to her?’ An ugly feeling gnawed at her, twisting her insides uncomfortably.

As if sensing her internal struggle, Chloe’s concerned eyes met hers. The heir smiled softly in return, resting a hand on hers, rubbing in gentle motions. “Hey,” Red greeted. “Hi,” she breathed back.

Another moment was spent by only staring at each other, lost in their world, while trying to memorize every aspect of the other. They had a lantern in the room that cast a soft glow in the room, brought by the old man a few minutes after they settled. It softened them both.

Chloe opened her mouth a few times before speaking, trying to find the right words. “Why haven’t you told me you wished to be a painter? I thought you were all right with being queen,” She asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s not that I do not wish to be queen,” Red sighed, averting her gaze from her friend’s almost betrayed one. “Although I do not do it often, painting has always been my favorite activity. Making that my workplace would be much…freer,” She explained passionately, absentmindedly scooting closer to her companion.

The heir pointed an accusatory finger at her, earning a surprised look. “You haven’t told me you wanted to be a knight either!” She huffed, faking annoyance. ”I figured that out myself, though.”

Chloe only gazed at her, her lips curling up in a dazed smile. “Fair, fair,” she concluded, letting out a chuckle. She brought an arm over Red’s body and gently tugged her into her own, holding close as if she would never need to let go. She buried her head in fierce locks of fiery red, inhaling their unique scent of carelessness and fine-brewed tea. It smelled like home. Belonging

Chloe could’ve fallen asleep in that moment, even if she was lying on a mattress as hard as a rock. Even if her family found out about her actions or whereabouts, disappointed by her lack of cleverness. Even if the entire world hates her for being herself.

The reason? She was with the person she…loved adored more than she enjoyed beating her brother at sword fighting, teasing her lovesick parents whenever they flirted, reading history books until she fell asleep, or exploring various places. A wide smile spread on her face as she closed her eyes

She could deal with their wrath as long as she had Red.

Just when she was about to fall into slumber, someone called out hesitantly to her. “Chloe?” Red’s voice was small. She hummed in response, arms tightening their hold. “Do you think I did the right thing by leaving?”

She was wide awake now, sensing the seriousness of the moment. She pulled away enough to look her in the eye. “Do you regret it?” Chloe asked instead of answering.

Red hesitated, letting out a tired sigh and rubbing her temple. “I know that one day I’ll be back there, one way or another. I can’t help but…feel like something is wrong.” Her eyes looked almost tear-filled, regretful, and saddened.

Chloe gazed sympathetically at her, thinking of a way to comfort her companion without making her dislike her mother even more. The need to spit it out, to remind her that the queen hadn’t done anything to stop the suitors, was getting harder to keep in.

Luckily for her, Red decided to speak, “I should not have brought you into this, I’m sorry.” She buried her head in Chloe’s neck, her voice tearful. She let out a gasp. Her heart ached for her.

The knight kissed the crown of her head, lingering enough to convey her affection, then rest chin there. “No need for apologies.” She muttered reassuringly. “Now, we should rest, we’ve got a long day ahead, princess,” Chloe said tenderly.

Red huffed in laughter, her breathing hot against the weather outside. She was glad that she could make her feel better. “Stealing my nicknames now?” She teased, accentuating her statement by pecking her collarbones. Chloe’s heart stuttered at the action, feeling a flush cover her skin.

“Go to sleep, Red,” She demanded playfully, going as far as to gently pin the girl to the mattress. A smirk crossed her face as she observed Red’s awestruck expression and obvious silence. She watched in fascination as the other’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and across her face was spread a pretty scarlet.

“I’m glad I came to the ball,” Chloe whispered, her eyes drifting to plump lips. The thought of tasting them washed over her briefly. Her heartbeat quickened.

“I am, too,” Red replied, breathing slightly heavier than usual, her gaze on rosy lips as well.

It was as if the two were spellbound by each other, leaning to get closer, to achieve something both were too scared to admit wanting, to finally realize where their dynamic stood.

Suddenly aware of their position and relationship status, Chloe lay next to her and cleared her throat. Red’s face fell, her heart sinking. To hide her embarrassment, she faced the other way. She couldn’t understand why her friend pulled away.

“Goodnight, Ruby,” She heard her whisper. The affectionate nickname brought her little hope.

“Night, Sapphire,” Red said back.

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When the sun rays crept upon the two in the morning, Red couldn’t help but rouse. The harsh hay that the mattress was crafted from made it difficult not to poke yourself on it or find a comfortable position.

She tried to stir, but a strong hold on her waist stopped her. Opening her eyes, Red observed a pair of arms firmly keeping her in place. A soft smile graced her lips as she put a hand over them, caressing one of the many faded scars.

The sun’s light and the person behind her warmed her up tenderly, making the moment more comforting. She could almost momentarily forget what happened the other day, or the whole of it.

Eventually, she turned over to look at the one embracing her, breath catching at the sight. The sun offered Chloe a divine glow, her skin taking on a golden hue, while small freckles adorned her face and shoulders, likewise stars. Her expression was relaxed, not one crease in sight.

Red reached a hand and carefully held the other’s cheek, melting when her friend leaned into the touch and cooed pleasantly.

After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, prompting Red to smile shyly as she was caught in the act. ”Hey,” Chloe, despite her tired state, grinned happily and laid her hand on the one on her face. “Hi. Any plans for today?”

Red pondered, staring into those gorgeous dark eyes more. “Besides leaving this man’s house, maybe try to find an abandoned house or barn to reside in.”

“I suppose our barn wouldn’t work since it’s too close to our kingdoms, correct?” Chloe asked, and the other hummed in response.

The knight softly pulled away from the embrace to stand up and do some basic stretches and exercises to wake her body up. Red watched lazily, moving to the warm place that Chloe had left behind. The heir felt her lips curl into a smile at how domestic the whole morning seemed to be going.

Eventually, they descended to the ground floor, Chloe holding her sword cautiously. The old man stood at a wooden table, cutting some pepper. Three plates were laid on it, each sporting a boiled egg, a few sliced tomatoes, and a block of white cheese.

“Good morning!” Chloe chirped, taking a seat and motioning for Red to do the same.

“Morning,” Red said, giving her friend a look that made it clear she was questioning her actions. She only received a smile in response. A sigh left her lips.

“Greetings! You slept well?” The man asked, his enthusiasm rivaling Chloe’s. He set his knife aside and spread the sliced peppers on the plates.

The two glanced at one another, not quite having the heart to tell him that they were used to cloud-soft mattresses and fine pillows.

“I wanted to wake you,” He continued, sparing their contemplation. “But the door seemed to be locked. So I waited for you.” His eyes held a teasing glint, winking suggestively. Red felt her face heating up once again.

Luckily, Chloe was unfazed by the phrasing. “Intimacy is important,” She replied simply, cutting the egg with her fork before digging in.

After eating in silence, save for the comments Chloe made about the food, they helped by washing the dishes as the man relaxed on a rocking chair. Their fingers brushed as they passed plates to one another, leaving Red frustrated.

“You leaving today, eh?” A question was heard when they were tiptoeing upstairs. His tone was almost…somber. He was gazing at some pictures on a wall, fingers twitching as if he wished to graze the faces of the people in them.

Chloe turned to her. Red stared back in silence before speaking. “We could…we could visit. If you’d like us to?” Her friend took hold of her hand and squeezed affectionately.

The elder cocked his head toward them, eyes widened in surprise. A grateful smile made its way to his lips. “I would love you to”

Once back in the room, Red sat on the bed and tried on some sandals that she found in a dresser. Fortunately, they were relatively new and fit her quite well.

Across the room, Chloe took off her shirt and glared at the bandages she used to flatten her chest. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. She couldn’t just get rid of them, could she?

She tried to untangle her curls, not having much luck. Her hair had been through a lot, having been tied for over 12 hours and wearing a hat.

In the mirror, she could observe Red looking intensely at her, not bothering to hide her interest. Her heart thumped harshly suddenly before settling in a racing rhythm, and her knees felt mushy under her gaze.

Red cleared her throat and averted her gaze, and Chloe heaved a breath she did not know she was holding. Warmth spread across her cheeks and neck, she observed in the mirror. Red seemed to be in the same condition

Red’s eyes landed on the brooch that stood proudly on the bedside table, a question in mind. “Were you using concealing magic the other day?”

“I do not even have magic, Red,” She stated, putting her clothing back on. “Why do you ask?”

She picked up the object and patted the seat next to her. “Last night I recognized you after you removed your vest, and you had this on,” she explained, the brooch’s unusual power tingling her fingertips. “Put it again, please.”

Chloe stilled, eyeing the accessory curiously. She retrieved it from Red’s hand and started attaching it.

When it was tucked snugly against her shirt, Chloe’s appearance toughened visibly. Her chin and jaw were angular, and her eyes were almost devoid of any emotion. She must’ve made a face since the other winced. “That bad?”

She rose to her feet and walked to a mirror. A surprised gasp made its way through her lips. Chloe cautiously touched her face as if to test how real it was. “It’s so…strange,” She muttered, tugging her now slimmer cheeks.

Now, Red’s gaze was no longer so…hungry. It was almost bothered.

“Do you know how it works?” She muttered, continuing to spot similarities and differences to her usual appearance and it now.

Red’s hand brushed her pocket, sensing the rectangular shape of her deck. “My cards have multiple abilities, but concealing isn’t one of them, princess.”

“The more I think about it, the brooch might hold illusion magic more than concealment.” She added, eyebrows furrowing in puzzlement. “Do you know where your parents purchased it?” Chloe shook her head.

Cloaks on and hoods up, the two were bidding their farewells to the old man who had the trust and kindness to let them in. When they were about to leave, he requested to speak with Chloe privately.

“Don’t worry, Red,” She assured her, squeezing her hand before letting go so she could exit the house.

Once she was gone, the man reached into his pocket and offered her a leather pouch. As she was forming an excuse to not accept the coins, he pushed them into her hand. “Buy her something unique,” He smiled, multiple wrinkles forming. She reluctantly took it, then embraced him tightly. The elder seemed to need it.

Outside, Red was waiting for her, arms crossed and eyes glossed with mild concern. “He just… gave me some coins,” She explained, taking hold of the other’s hand and starting to adventure into the village.

The roads were buzzing with activity, people chatting amongst themselves without a care in the world. Multiple food stands were set up on the side of the road. Delicious seasoned pork, tantalizing turkey, sweet jam, and plump fruits. Red’s mouth was watering only from the many scents alone.

While walking alongside Chloe, she couldn’t help but hear two women talking shamelessly loud. “Have you heard of last night’s incident?” one asked, swatting a fan back and forth.

“Oh, yes. It was awful!” Red agreed, it was awful. For her own mother to not protect her from those disgusting men- “I cannot believe the princess left her mother! How ungrateful she is!”

She abruptly stopped, Chloe looking curiously at her. A powerful anger emerged in her chest. She gripped her sleeve, her jaw clenching as she tried to control her temper.

How dare they call her ungrateful? They don’t even know the full story!

She bit her tongue from spilling words she would regret later. She was about to resume walking when they talked again.

“The poor queen! The princess even chose a scoundrel to be her king!”

Red marched into their direction, ready to throw hands and show them what happens when you disrespect royalty. Even better, she could use her magic. Her cards shuffled, purred, pleasantly in her pocket at the thought.

Before she could speak her thunderous opinions on the two women, a hand stopped her storming.

“It’s not worth it, Red,” Chloe muttered, dragging the stubborn girl from her rooted spot.

When they were far away from them, Chloe pulled her aside under an apple tree. Red was frowning, arms crossed tightly as if asking, ‘Why did you stop me?’

She sighed, embracing her to calm her. The curly-haired raised her lips to the side of her face, kissing her temple before leaning to her ear. “How about we grab a drink from somewhere?”

The suggestion caused Red to pull away enough to see the other’s face. “Goody-goody Chloe wants to drink alcohol?!” She was shocked, to say the least.

“No! I meant like mead or even non-alcoholic drinks!” She replied rapidly, letting out a huff.

“Awh, you’re no fun,” Red ran a finger along Chloe’s jaw as she taunted.

After some time, the two arrived at a relatively basic tavern. Inside, villagers were split into groups, no longer as open as they were outside. In one particular corner, a few dangerous individuals lurked, seemingly content to enjoy themselves for now.

They chose a table in a corner near the entrance, then Chloe left to order drinks or find out if they had any biscuits to carry with them in case they got hungry, while Red waited and observed the collective.

When the knight arrived at the bar, a woman in her mid-20s greeted her. “Good afternoon! With what may I serve you?” Her white teeth sparkled underneath the soft light. Her unruly hair and well-fitted outfit could be charming to the naked eye, though she thought she was quite artificial.

“What can you offer me?” She received an easy smile as a carved piece of wood was slid to her. On it, prices and names of various items were listed in poor handwriting and carving. With a sigh, she started reading.

“Hey!” She called out once she decided on what she’d like, to get the woman’s attention who seemed to be flirting with a poor guy that was melting under her gaze.

“I’ll have a cup of mint tea and a cup of cacao beverage,” She said once the woman approached. She nodded and smiled sweetly at her.

My colleague will get them for you shortly,” she assured when the coins landed in her palm.

As Chloe waited for someone to give her the drinks she paid for, a firm hand gripped her shoulder. Startled, she turned and was faced with a beautiful woman who took her breath away. Long locks of auburn hair, adorned with various golden beads and seashells, were pulled into a half-up, half-down bun. She was wearing a loose-fitting blouse, complemented by a brown vest that accentuated her figure nicely.

The woman smirked, looking Chloe up and down before speaking. “Ye got a name, gorgeous? Shall I call ye mine instead?” Her West Country accent slipped through, and her heart leapt in her chest.  As she wished to back out, cold metal pressed against her chin, redirecting her gaze to the woman’s eyes. The metal wasn’t a knife or a blade. It was a hook. ‘A pirate,’ She realized.

“Grace. I’m Grace. And you?” she questioned with a smile, curious to see where the conversation would go.

“Hazel Hook,” She purred, pulling Chloe’s face closer with her hook when she said her last name. The knight could feel the other’s hot breath on her, and Chloe could barely think straight.

“Grace…” Hazel drawled out her name, almost whining. “Your lips seem cold…would they like mine to warm them?” She shamelessly flirted, tone low and sultry. Chloe was surprised, to say the least. Her heart thundered wildly.

“That could be arranged,” she murmured. What was she even thinking? However, that was the problem. The pirate took away her ability to think.

Hazel’s smile widened, and she leaned in slowly. Chloe was only then aware of the situation and clamped a hand to the woman’s mouth. She let out a bewildered sound and tilted her head, lips hesitantly moving with purpose against skin.

Luckily, the drinks arrived and eased the tension. The knight pulled her closer by the waist, hand lingering as if to get familiar with the feeling. It felt wrong.

She whispered into her ear, leaving a ghost of her lips there. “Another time,” She winked at the star-struck pirate before making her way over to Red.

When she arrived, she offered Red the tea, but she was met with ice-cold eyes and a scowl. The princess left the tavern silently, leaving irritated sparks in her wake. Chloe scrambled after her, a pang of confusion hitting her.

She put herself in front of the girl, posture tightening as she was looked down on with an annoyed and stern gaze.

Now she was really confused

“Red, what happened? Are you all right?” She fussed over, concern lacing her voice. A scoff was heard, and Red walked away, pushing her in the process. Chloe’s heart sank. Red never shut her out.

She followed after. “Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” The knight desperately asked, growing impatient by the second, drink left cold.

“Stop pretending and go do whatever with that lover of yours,” Red hissed, quiet and bitter. Her eyes widened, realizing the slip-up.

“Oh”

The knight’s shoulders slumped at the realization. She had really messed up, hadn’t she? She didn’t mean anything by…reciprocating Hazel’s advances. She was just experiencing the feeling of having someone be interested in her. Chloe wanted to stab herself with her sword for making Red feel ignored or jealous.

Suddenly, before she could justify her actions, hooves advanced toward them rapidly. Red swiftly pulled her toward the nearest tree and hid behind it.

They were flush against each other, chest to chest, breaths mingling as one. Still, Red’s glare hadn’t faltered.

The noise stopped near them, the rider hopping off their horse and stepping cautiously.

“Princess Red!” The rider shouted, voice hoarse but respectful. At the mention of her name, she pulled out a card and muttered something, then a barely noticeable force field engulfed them.

The man let out a chuckle. “I felt that, princess.” He walked closer to where he sensed the burst of magic. “I have been sent by the queen to retrieve you,” He spoke carefully, to not drive her away.

The two looked at one another, previous conflict temporarily forgotten, and both glanced beyond the tree trunk.

They were met with a knight in shining pearly-white armor, helmet resting on his horse, whose ankles held spiky anklets, and back carried a satchel. The man looked to be in his late 40s or early 50s, scars and wrinkles plastered across his tired face, a particularly deep and long one stretching on his right eye. His hair was cut short and slicked back, with numerous threads of white in it. 

“Who are you, and why should I trust you?” Red inquired, slightly revealing their position.

He gazed in their direction, back straightening. “I am the White Knight! I have been guarding your mother and grandmother since I was given my position,”  He gestured with his hands.

“Tell my mother I am not coming back anytime soon,” She replied, devoid of any emotion.

His thick eyebrows furrowed, his patience growing shorter by the second, “Princess Red, I beg you to return with me. The queen won’t be waiting much longer.” Despite his commanding tone, there was something akin to concern underneath it.

“She abandoned me!” She cried out, hoping he’d understand. And for a second, it seemed as if he did. His eyes softened, and the grip on his sword lightened. However, his loyalty didn’t stand by her.

“Princess, if I come to get you in a week, will you return?” He offered, only a few meters from them. He could easily sneak up on them and get her. But he didn’t.

Red hesitated, torn between her duty and…whatever she had with Chloe. A hand pressed on her shoulder, warm and present. Her eyes rose, meeting a gentle and encouraging gaze. “I will”

The man visibly relaxed at the answer, letting out a relieved breath. He bowed respectfully before mounting his horse, helmet back on.

“Take care, Princess Red- you too, Chloe Charming.” His voice was slightly distorted. He departed much less urgently than when he came after them.

They looked at one another wide-eyed, shocked that the knight knew of Chloe’s presence.

Throughout the day in the village, the two sold some runes off of Red’s crown so they could have enough money for a week. When the jeweler skeptically inspected them, Chloe subtly raised her sword and dared him to comment. It is safe to say he didn’t.

It took some time to find the jewelry store, so they stopped at another tavern as the night crept in, one that served food too, this time.

They feasted on a two-person plateau. Cheese, turkey, vegetables, ham, pork rind, sheep sausage, and so on. On the ball day, they both hadn’t eaten much, Chloe from the stress, and Red since she had to fit into a too little corset.

The two ate in silence. They hadn’t really talked since the White Knight incident. Since Hazel.

Red was still reeling in envy, and Chloe was wallowing in her carelessness.

After she returned the tray, she came back to a scene that made her fist clench.

Red was talking to some guy. Not just talking. Touching his arm seductively, smiling too widely at his words. She was flirting with him.

Chloe took a deep breath to calm herself and swiftly put on the brooch, sword glinting in her hand.

Red didn’t even know where the man came from; she only knew she had to give the other a taste of her own medicine.

Suddenly, the guy cupped her cheek, a glint of infatuation and something much more dangerous in his eyes. He slowly leaned in. Red’s legs twitched underneath the table, body urging her to run. She was frozen.

He abruptly stopped, color draining from his face. “Get away from her,” A voice warned, blade resting against his throat.

When she looked past his shoulder, she found Chloe glaring at the man with such intensity that Red was surprised that he hadn’t backed away from that alone. She was…weirdly attracted to that.

He stepped cautiously, blade still pointing at him, until he was several meters away from Red.

Once gone, Chloe gripped her hand tightly and led her out of the building. The brooch had been taken off while they were walking, and the sword had been back in its sheath.

Red found herself harshly pushed into the wall of a house. She couldn’t even let out a word before she was cut off by a warm sensation. A pair of lips on her own.

She wasn’t reciprocating at first, barely breathing. That prompted Chloe to pull away, thinking she had screwed up. “Red, I’m sorry-“ she tried to apologize, words dying in her throat as the said girl pulled her back in, heat more than urgency now.

“Don’t,” Red muttered in between kisses. One of her hands rested at the back of her neck, gripping her curls, the other trailing fire across Chloe’s body. Its path stopped at her hips, drawing her impossibly closer.

Eventually, they pulled apart, both panting. “We should…we should probably talk.” Chloe’s voice was hollow, her mind somewhere else. Her shirt was crinkled, its collar slightly opened, revealing smooth skin. Red reached out and spread it, her nail grazing collarbones and eliciting a shiver from the other.

“Later,” she responded, dazed.

Chloe took a sharp breath, then captured the other’s lips with hers, resting a hand on her cheek.

Red’s arms came around her friend’s torso, gripping as she lost herself in the feeling. She wanted more. She wanted to feel that pair of lips on other parts of her body, too. She wanted to keep Chloe only to herself and stop time to have this moment repeat again and again. She felt selfish, and she wouldn’t deny it.

Suddenly, the curly-haired leaned back. Red was about to protest when she felt warmth on her neck. As the kisses trailed lower and turned more heated, needier, she shut her mouth and even put a hand over it to seal the sounds she wouldn’t let anyone alive hear. She subtly tilted her head back.

Once Chloe nibbled on her pulse point, a whimper left her, only urging the other to continue her assault. Red’s hand was in her hair, tugging her closer, her left one still over her mouth. At one point, Chloe reached her ear and just breathed. Hot and bothered breaths hitting her ear. Red was not okay in the best of ways. “I want to hear you, Ruby,” she whispered, leaving a kiss on her hand. She reluctantly removed it.

Chloe was sucking and biting, not thinking about tomorrow. “That’s definitely going to leave a mark,” Red blissfully thought, moaning shamelessly when Chloe licked where she bit to soothe the forming hickey. Heat spread across her whole body, not needing a mirror to realize she was the same color as her hair.

A hand trailed lower, stopping at her heart, unintentionally over her breast. Chloe gazed at her, her earthly eyes shining in the moonlight with only…love. Something she thought wasn’t left in the world for her either. Maybe she was wrong.

“Do we…continue?” Chloe asked, her tone patient and slightly hesitant; however, the hungry grip she had on her said otherwise. Red desperately wanted to give her permission to do what she wished, but she knew they couldn’t yet. Chloe knew it too.

“I don’t think here is the best place,” She breathed, still panting. A nervous smile spread on her lips as she saw Chloe’s face turn scarlet.

“Oh, right!” She quickly fixed her collar and her hair, stray curls framing her face. The knight’s fingers kept curling and uncurling as if she didn’t know what to do next. She sported a toothy grin.

Ultimately, she cupped her face with both hands, kissing her with pure affection, letting the fire between them die down to a tender flame. Red melted into it, thumbs caressing her jaw.

The two adventured into the night to find shelter more apart from Red’s kingdom, no worries on their heads, sharing giddy and knowing smiles.