❝ o - oh , woah ! i wouldn’t really … er , do that , if i were you . ❞ his hands go immediately up , both palms open in a mock-surrender as he stares down at the raven-haired girl . ever since he’s been titled the crown prince on the stage of charming’s failed musical , he’s garnered not only the citizens of far far away’s supports — but also the villains . and it’s easy to say that … well , there’re at least a dozen people in the shadows ready to attack should anybody come to harm him , despite artie insisting only two bodyguards were necessary and maybe one sharpshooter . if they really mean it in order to protect him . ❝ little red riding hood , right ? your name ? may i call you that ? ❞
why the blond asked red for her permission to use her name (a nickname her grandmother had given her, the only tie to the old woman red still had) was beyond her. wasn’t he the king? kings can do anything, can’t they? ❝why not? i’m wicked fast.❞ and a bit cocky, a bit overconfident, but you had to be to live out on the streets, being soft? a weakness. tears? a weakness, unless you knew how to turn it into strength and use it for your own gain. ❝do whatever you want.❞ he’d soon find out that her name was a mouthful, red was betting on it. ❝i’m not the boss of you.❞
