A/N: This is my first Stydia story. It's an AU based on the Disney film Tangled. Feedback is more than welcome, I will most likely continue anyway but it's encouraging to see people reading. I hope you enjoy.
Disclamer: I don't own any form of rights to teen wolf or tangled, all rights to the respective owners.
Prologue
For her, it all started when her mother was sick. Complications. Of course she wasn't born yet, had no idea of knowing this was the start of her journey, that the remedy for her mother's illness would make her desireable and that the woman she knew as mother was as far from it as possible. She'd grown up alone, the only comfort in the books she read and the lights that danced across the sky once a year.
For him it started eighteen years later. His mother had died when he was young of an incurable illness, no magical remedy, not that his father could afford it, even if there had been. Once she was gone, it didn't take his father long to become lost. What little money they had, he'd spent on liquor until he couldn't cope anymore.
The boy ended up in an orphanage until he was too old to stay there any longer. That's when he found he had a special skill in criminality and that is why he was currently on the run from the palace guards, not to mention Ethan and Aiden who he had royally screwed over by stealing their share in the stolen goods.
As he ran, he came across one of many wanted posters, grimacing at the inaccurate artwork. "Always the nose."
Not having chance to look for long, he stuffed the poster into his satchel, pushing through the foliage to escape the kings most trusted guard, McCall. As the shadow cast over him, a smirk overtook his features, opportunity obvious to him as he began the long journey to the top of the tower, everything going black as soon as his feet landed on solid ground.