Why couldn't he have tempted her with an apple? Or a pomegranate? She would have been more distrustful of an apple or a pomegranate. She knew what happened to girls in fairytales and myths who fell victim to apples and pomegranates. She would have been more prepared for that damned ballroom, had she been offered an apple or a pomegranate.
But no. He'd used a peach against her. A peach. That had to be the most innocuous fruit out there. The only story with a peach that she could remember was the one in which a little boy's dreams came true due to an oversized specimen of the fruit.
It didn't seem fair, then, that peaches now haunted her dreams. She couldn't even look at a peach, couldn't even drink tea with peach flavoring, without shivering. She started to avoid the fruit altogether after a while.
It was a shame, really. She'd really loved peaches when she was younger.
But then, the Goblin King probably knew that.
(A/N)
Wanted something short and to-the-point for my first chapter. I probably won't update this as regularly as my Good Omens fic, but I will try to as much as I can.
Much love,
Miyazaki A2