Sorry about my stories being slow in updates, my health isn't one of the best so its takes a while to write something. But will try my best to speed up TwT And without further delay, here's our next chapter!

"Oh… my head hurts…" Hans whispered with a hand on his forehead as he got up from the ground, sound of water dripping to the ground could be heard and Hans open his eyes to find himself in a cave, a very dark cave. Just like before Hans found himself in a situation whereby the only source of light and comfort is the spot is he sitting on, a sound like a someone's cape was being dragged upon the ground could be heard, announcing that he wasn't alone in the dark.

Unable to handle the silent any longer he pluck up his courage to speak to the entity still hiding in the shadows, "W-who's out there, I'm warning you… I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles and if you dare to harm me…"

"And what will you do? Hmm? Run to your Father and cry for help?" the voice spoke with a tinge of sarcasm and taunt, "Or are you going to run to your Mother's grave and tell her how much you miss her? Hmm? Mother's boy?"

Hans face flush with a rosy red from anger and embarrassment, voice still cracked a little when he spoke back, "For a guy that hides in the shadows like a coward you sure have a lot of nerves…"

That did pissed whoever it is off and he found himself choke slammed into the wall as the man whispered into his ear with a hand still tightly around his neck, "Disrespect me again boy and you will wish you were never born…"

Air leaving his lungs as Hans clawed to get those fingers free but another voice came in to speak up for him, "Phobus, deary try not to kill our little chest piece would you?" and Pitch rolled his eyes before dropping Hans to the ground, letting him cough and try to catch his breath back.

"What do you want from me?" Hans ask with his hand still over his throat, though he was choked pretty bad there was no bruises to be seen, only felt.

The second voice which clearly belongs to a lady giggled at Hans's question, as if he said something very amusing though none of such emotions reaches both her eyes or her heart, "Want from you? No, no, no…" her footsteps stop in front of Hans, still shrouded by the darkness as she placed a finger under his chin so that she could lift his head up to face her even though he can't see her, "Its what you want from us."

"Me?", Hans of course is confused by the question like answer, but even during his confusion he could feel just how cold her finger is. Not just the temperature of it against his own skin, but literally when she touched him he could feel just what kind of a person this mystery woman is. Cold, heartless, and Hans have dead hunch that she wouldn't care less what happens to him.

"Yes, you…", the mystery lady circled around to hug Hans from behind, making his skin crawl while cold sweat starts to bead up. "What is it you want? Fame…? Fortune…?" she whispered while she uses the back of her fingers to stroke each side of his cheeks, making Hans's face paler in an instance while another giggle appeared as she shook her head, "No, no, no… You're Prince Hans of the Southern Niles, whatever would you want fame for? And fortune you already have…", she then brought her lips so close to his ears as she whispers, "You want revenge don't you?"

Like a cauldron brewing Hans he could feel all his negative emotions twist and turn within him, memories of all things that made his life miserable flooded his vision as the lady continued to speak softly to him. "You want that Father of yours to acknowledge you… Those brothers to learn defeat… To… hmm… get your hands on the throne…?"

The offer of getting his hands on a throne tugged on his heart string as he wet his paling lips a little before he speaks, "And you'll help me?" Every minute it felt harder and harder to focus, as if he's about to be consumed by his negative emotions as he continued, "What's the catch?"

"Oh nothing that will cost a hair on your head, don't you worry your pretty little face off…" the mystery woman gave his nose a little tap though it brought Hans no comfort.

"And-d… how will you do that-t?" Hans asked, as much as he feared what ways these powerful beings will offer he did not refuse her offer.

A smile curled on the mysterious woman's face as she moved her cheek against his, she looked for a moment at Pitch, catching those amber eyes, making sure he's watching before she lay a kiss on Hans cheek. Immediately Hans felt an unbearable rage, losing the rest of his focus and clear head to think about what he's doing. There was only insatiable hate in his eyes and heart now, and his eyes settled at the sight of a golden apple which the mystery woman created from thin air.

"Take this to your brothers… tell them whomever that had a bite off this apple will definitely be the next in line for the throne…" with that she let the apple fall right into Hans cupped hands, a weird twisted grin could be seen upon his face as he looked at the apple, reflecting the same back to him. Silently without a word Hans stood up, turning around to face the wall which a portal made of shadows had already appeared and he walked through it and vanished without a trace back to where he was before.