Cerise perked up when she saw the hext that she had gotten from Briar, the hooded girl felt relief flood her at the words stating that the princess was finally on her way to the dance and that she wanted to offer Cerise a dance, which was great because Cerise felt downright awkward just standing in the corner like she was currently doing.
"Hey Cerise!" Daring called, an unusual awkward tone in his voice as he approached. "So… do you want a dance?"
"Sorry Daring." Cerise smirked as she held up her phone. "Someone already asked me first." She informed as she walked past him and waved to all the surprised maidens who had been glaring daggers at her two seconds ago. "He's all yours ladies, enjoy the night while it's young because if you don't grab him now… well, it'll be a while before the next school dance..."
Cerise grinned when the maiden's erupted into one big thankful squeal and all but mobbed the surprised Charming prince, Daring's arms waving above the mass of bodies surrounding him was the last thing she saw before she zipped out of the gym and into the hallway.
"Hey beautiful." Cerise bumped shoulders with Briar as she caught up with the princess walking down the empty hallway to the gym.
"Hey yourself." Briar smiled warmly at the hooded girl as she took Cerise's hand in her own. "I'm sorry it took me longer then expected to get here I had some… princess problems that I needed to literally hand feed dinner she was so uncooperative."
"Is Apple going to be all right?" Cerise asked worried.
Briar snorted. "She'll live, if she can stop chattering on and on about how everybody lied to her about her fairytale and how in love with Raven she is, long enough to remember to eat."
"…Is that a polite way to say that she's talking to herself?" Cerise asked.
"Talking to herself, talking to Raven's pet dragon, pacing the room, flopping down on Raven's bed and hugging the pillows… if it were any other person I'd be worried but since it's Apple I'm actually relieved that she's addressing these issues to herself. So while she sorts out her life I can enjoy a night of dancing with you."
Cerise opened the gym doors with a wide smile. "Sounds good to me." She said as they walked inside.
XXX
"Hey Briar…" Cerise said, her eye catching onto something off to the side when a new song started.
"Hmm? Oh!" Briar's eyes widened when she spied the projected image on the wall behind the temporary stage where old photographs of former students going about their daily lives, when they attended the school as teenagers, were being shown. "Is that your mom? Hey, that's my and Ashlynn's dorm!"
"Yes, but look behind my mother." Cerise pointed out the hooded girl sitting on the floor behind Little Red Riding Hood. "I remember her telling me that her roommate used to be the Evil Queen…"
Briar squinted at the Evil Queen; in the photograph she was holding up the decorative rug for some reason and on the floor was… something. A faint outline of some sort… "What is she…?" Briar's eyes widened in realization as something Apple had rambled on about earlier that night caught her attention.
"Hey Cerise do you mind coming with me in order to check something out?" Briar asked already tugging the other girl to the door.
XXX
"Ok, so I care for Raven more than most people… and maybe it's in a romantic way… or it could just very well be some sort of hero worship, like how some little kids at those fund raisers said that they wanted to marry me because they looked up to me…" Apple rambled as she paced the room.
Nevermore cooed and wagged the tip of her tail from her position on Apple's desk, a bowl of half eaten treats had been placed there for the dragon to munch on.
"…I guess you're right Nevermore, I'm not a little kid, and hero worship does not explain why I keep trying to get Raven to act a certain way, because if it was hero worship I'd be admiring Raven for her Rebel cause and want to become a Rebel too."
Apple shook her head as if to clear it, picking up Raven's pillow from her bed and hugging it for a while as she thought on that particular line of inquiry.
"Why do I want Raven to become that particular way? I had always thought that villains were supposed to be devious, and cold, and would want to poison their designated maidens. I mean mom told me-"
Apple paused, a sour expression crossing her features. "Mom told me to expect that from Raven, mom told me that I should not get hurt feelings if Raven acted that way just because I was Snow White's daughter… just because I was her daughter." The princess's expression darkened. "But mom used to bully the Evil Queen… mom told me that the Evil Queen used to be cold towards her and would poison her occasionally… mom said that whenever the Evil Queen poisoned her the spells that she'd use would give her nice dreams about a happily ever after and that I should probably expect to deal with the same things from Raven because mom was the Evil Queen's enemy."
Apple turned to Nevermore her brows furrowed. "None of that had anything to do with their perspective roles did it Nevermore. Mom was just warning me without telling me the whole truth that Raven might hate me because of what my mom did to her mom, my mom used to bully the Evil Queen, probably to the point where the Evil Queen had to poison her just to get mom away from her for a while… and Raven said that all evil villains have an honor code that they abide by when it comes to their counterparts, that it is their responsibility to take care of their counterparts…"
Apple looked down as her mind continued to piece together the clues. "Mom was given good dreams when she had been poisoned, the Evil Queen was abiding by the honor code and taking care of her princess even though mom was so mean to her… a-and then mom told me all these things that I should expect from a villain but when Raven never acted that way towards me I thought that there was something wrong and I…"
"But that was a lie!" Apple exclaimed. "Everything that they ever told me was a lie and… what if my story is a lie too?" Apple realized. "Daring… Daring said that the original Evil Queen was a good person and that someone else was the bad person… and something about kissing dead people… what if the real bad guy in the story was Snow White? … Or someone else… he did say that the Evil Queen was just trying to protect her stepdaughter, and as far as I know the Evil Queen only had one child she looked after and that was Snow White…"
"Why did I want Raven to poison me so badly?" Apple rubbed her forehead. "Now that I know that isn't how a villain is supposed to normally treat their princesses… oh… no…" Apple covered her face feeling completely mortified. "That was why Raven kept looking at me like I was crazy and tried to get me to see a school mind healer. She probably thought that I had lost my mind! She probably thinks that I'm some sort of crazy person who likes it when people…"
Apple put both hands on her head, dropping the pillow in the process, as she tried to think about what Raven must think of her. "Now that I think about it, I don't really understand why I was so obsessed with her acting like that towards me… I mean I wouldn't have liked it if anybody else acted like that so…"
With an exasperated sigh Apple snatched up Raven's pillow and fell backwards on to her bed. "Ok. Let's take the fairytale out of it. Try to imagine what that would be like without the fairytale…" Apple told herself as she imagined an evil version of Raven telling her that she was pretty, that she should take a bite of an apple so that Raven could have Apple forever and ever, and as Apple lays down asleep on a soft bed with Raven over her the witch would lean down and-"
"Kyaaa!" Apple jolts up causing Nevermore to hide inside Apple's school bag. "I wanted Raven to kiss me? B-but what about Daring isn't he supposed to do that? …Have I ever thought about anything past Raven poisoning me since I've made her my roommate?"
Apple scoured her brain for a moment in time where she had ever considered what her happy ending would entail after the poisoning, she had always had a vague idea in mind but she had never really put much thought into it because it did not involve Raven.
"I never really thought about it at all." Apple said bemused and guilty. "Raven being near me was the only thing I cared about… I kind of feel like I should apologize to Daring for not even considering what our married lives would be like…"
Apple stood up and wandered to Raven's side of the short entrance hallway where photographs of the witch and her friends hung, one of them being a photograph of Raven standing beside Apple, something that Blondie had taken for a post on her blog about the Royal vs. Rebel conflict.
Apple stared at the photograph for a long while, her eyes roaming over Raven's image with keen intensity.
Nevermore cautiously crawled across the floor and pawed Apple's leg, making concerned humming sounds as she did so.
Apple sat down on the ground with a heavy sigh, collecting the tiny dragon in her arms as she did so.
"Nevermore… I think… I'm in love with your mistress." Apple breathed, her eyes fixed to Raven's photograph.
"And I have no clue what I'm supposed to do from here."
XXX
Cerise helped Briar feel around the floor under the rug in the center of the room.
"So what are we looking for exact-" The hooded girl was interrupted by a mechanical click when her hand pressed squarely on a hidden panel a small patch of floor lit up at the warm touch of her hand before dissolving, revealing a hidden compartment.
"What the?" Cerise blinked in surprise.
"Apple had mumbled something about our predecessors installing hidden compartments in the dorm rooms while she was freaking out about her mom." Briar explained as she retrieved an object wrapped in canvas with spells painted onto it from the depths of the compartment.
"That sounds awfully suspicious…" Cerise trailed off as she took out an envelope that had been lying under the wrapped object.
"Royalty like keeping their secrets…" Briar trailed off as she removed the canvas wrapping off of the Book of Legends.
"Uh… Cerise?" Briar swallowed as she held up the Book for the hooded girl to see.
Cerise's eyes widened. "Holy shit…" She trailed off. "That's… that's the real thing?"
Briar flipped the Book over and set it in her lap, immediately a glowing key materialized in front of the princess.
"I'd say that there is a definite possibility that all signs point to yes." Briar said, her face morphing into focused determination when she took the key and unlocked the Book.
"Briar?" Cerise asked frightened when the Book opened up and flipped itself to Sleeping Beauty's page.
"It's all right Cerise." Briar assured serenely, lifting her page with deft fingers. "It's about time that I take charge of my own life."
With a growl the princess crumpled the page in her fist. "I am not going to sleep my life away and marry some stranger for the sake of a lie!" She roared and ripped the paper out savagely.
"Ah!" Cerise gasped reaching for Briar as the page glowed a warm gold color and seeped into Briar's skin.
Briar felt strong arms envelope her. "Is that… are you okay?" Cerise said after she a moment to calm down from her blind panic.
"Yeah…" Briar panted, the surge of adrenaline making her heart want to beat out of her chest. "Still here. Still existing. And feeling super happy."
The princess began giggling. "I'm free Cerise!" Briar held up the Book to make double sure that the page was gone. "Without a page they can't make me sign anything! I'm free!"
Cerise began laughing too, hugging Briar's shoulders as she shook with mirth. "My turn next, I'm damn sick of the thought that those damn maiden classes I'm being forced to take would have to actually become useful to me if I ever had to sign this damn thing!"
"Alright, alright, let me find you." Briar gulped down air as she tried to calm herself while turning the pages, uncaring if she tore a few a little bit in the process. "Oh look, there's Ashlynn's page!"
"Would she be mad if we-?" Cerise asked.
"I hardly doubt it. And I'm her friend so…" Briar tore out Ashlynn's page, the paper turning into a ball of golden light and flying out the open window.
"There's Maddie's page!" Cerise exclaimed as she tore out a page.
"Ginger's page!" Briar tossed the torn glowing paper to the side.
"Cedar's!" Cerise grinned tossing that one over her shoulder.
"There goes Hunter's!" Briar laughed.
"You are welcome cousin Sparrow." Cerise smirked as she watched that one go.
"Good luck Tiny, you big old sweetheart you." Briar giggled.
"Kick some ass Darling!" Cerise waved as another page flew out the window.
"Oh here you are…" Briar paused when she read over Cerise's page. "That's weird… how can you be both Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? How would that even work?"
XXX
"I'm not the only one feeling that am I?" Giles asked clutching his chest, as he looked around spooked.
"No." The Headmaster said gravely, tensing considerably in his chair. "It's the Book… can you sense out where it is?"
Giles put his fingers to his temples. "No… It feels like it's all over the place… I- I can't pinpoint it!"
"What is going on?" Milton Demanded getting up from his seat and pacing, his skin felt like there were tiny insects made up of electricity crawling under it. Every time he blinked he could see words racing across the inside of his eyes.
"Brother… do you feel that presence coming from your chambers?" Giles asked suddenly.
"I feel a lot of things right now." The Headmaster snapped.
"Look closer at the feeling coming from a few rooms away from us." Giles ordered already moving toward the adjoining rooms.
Milton paused and did as his brother instructed, with all the fairytale magic in the air he could sense himself and his own connection to the Book from deep within, he could feel Giles's connection practically right next to him and a little further away...
"What in the kingdom…?" Milton said as he raced after his brother and to the third mysterious servant that they could sense.
The two Grimm brother's paused right outside the door that led to the study, the same room with the mirror where the Evil Queen was imprisoned, they turned to look at each other with wide eyes at the sound of the woman within cursing heartily inside. It sounded like she was being attacked with the way she was making so much noise.
"What's going on?" Milton demanded as he burst in, scouring the room worriedly for any possible attackers.
"Make it stop damn you!" The Evil Queen roared from her mirror. "Damn it old man if you wanted to kill me off at least do it quickly!" The woman hissed her magic flared out around her like an aura, little golden sparks of light popping all around it, her eyes were glowing white but Milton could see the shadows of words flying across them when he took a closer look.
"I haven't done anything." Milton promised his eyes wide as he stared at the third servant to the Book of Legends.
"This is far more convincing than a DNA test." Giles murmured his hand covering in mouth in surprise.
"Brother!" Giles turned to Milton. "In order to have made the fake Book and hide the original she must have had to have handled it with her magic!"
"But she's already signed it." Milton shook his head. "Can it be possible that she could be allowed both responsibilities?"
"It's never happened before." Giles pointed out. "There's no way for us to know."
"Pardon me but I'm kind of being electrocuted here!" The Evil Queen growled. "Giles, you were always the sane one, please tell me what's going on!"
Giles shared a look with his brother, Milton sighed putting a hand to his face and looked away while Giles turned to the woman in the mirror. "We believe somebody is currently doing something to the real Book of Legends, we don't know what exactly or where it is, but what we are all sensing right now, both you and us, is the result of our connection to it."
The Evil Queen shook her head not understanding. "Why am I sensing that someone is doing something to that damn thing too? Mom said that only servants to the Book could feel anything that happens to it."
"We might have an explanation for this…" Giles looks at Milton out of the corner of his eye, the larger man tenses but gives a small nod for Giles to continue. "Tell me, while you had the real Book in your possession did you ever… feel it's power rush into you at any given point?"
The woman gives him a reproachful look. "Why do you ask?"
"I believe that while you had the Book at some point it had decided to crown you as one of its servants." Giles tactfully broached the subject.
"So… what you're saying that it's got some sort of connection with me? The same it has with you?" The Evil Queen said disbelievingly. "But that's… impossible! I mean I know that that thing's power can get clingy, like the time that it tried to form the same hold over my daughter as it had done me… but I'm not of Grimm blood, and I have never been initiated into being any servant, I was nowhere near that ceremony that the father to my daughter had taken Raven to-"
"Wait if you please." Giles held up his hand. "What do you mean by it forming a hold over Raven?"
"Miss Queen once told me that a relative of hers was invited to new guy's initiation and had taken her to see new guy get initiated…" Milton said his eyes widening.
"Yeah…" The Evil Queen said suspiciously. "I could sense the Book's magic inside of her as soon as he dropped her off for my turn to have her for the week. It took forever to weaken the hold it had over her to the point where it had at least stopped growing around her magical core and heart, but I was never fully able get it out of her completely…"
"You could sense the Book's magic?" Giles pressed even as Milton covered both hands over his mouth. "How did you know what the Book's power felt like?"
"What kind of ridiculous question is that?" The woman spat. "I've always been able to sense where that thing was, even when I was in my dorm I could tell that it was almost always in the Headmaster's office, aside from all those formal school things you guys only took that thing out to bring down to the library archives every so often. An artifact that powerful I'm surprised that the whole campus didn't wake up when you so much as touched it in the middle of the night!"
Giles and Milton shared another look, because as powerful as the Book of Legend was, as long as it stayed in the domain of the school it could not be detected by anyone save for the servants to it, and even then the ability to tell where the exact location of the Book so easily was an ability that had not been born into the Grimm family for three generations… until now apparently.
"New guy never became a servant…" Milton trailed off his mind dawning in realization. "That weak connection you felt it wasn't new guy's!"
"Enough of these questions!" The Evil Queen snapped glaring at the Headmaster. "My crimes may be enough excuse not to clue me in to your meaningless affairs but if this involves my daughter in any way so help me there isn't a hell that I'd hesitate to raise-"
"She's the fourth servant to the Book of Legends!" Milton cut in shaking slightly from the new information sinking in. "And you are also… you are the third servant to the Book."
"So… are you saying that the Book of Legends will make just about anybody its servant now or something?" The Evil Queen scrunched her face up in confusion.
"No… only those of Grimm blood or an initiate can become a servant." Milton licked his lips nervously. "Both you and your daughter are… of Grimm blood…"
"What?" The Evil Queen said flatly, not looking impressed in the slightest. "Wait… your not drunk again, are you?" She demanded as she squinted at Milton.
"He'll probably want a drink or two after this is over." Giles coughed while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"No, I'm not drunk." Milton nearly growled as he passed a hand over his face. "You see… the thing is… your mother and I… I- we-"
"Spit it out already!" The Evil Queen growled.
"You're my daughter." Milton forced out, his voice raw with emotion. "And Miss Queen… your daughter is my… granddaughter."
The Evil Queen went silent and still as she stared at Milton with wide disbelieving eyes.
A final jolt of words and electricity crawling under the skin broke the woman out of her shock.
"No…" The Evil Queen covered her mouth and nose with both hands, shaking her head as she stepped away. "No! No! No! No! You're lying!" She accused pointing to Milton who looked hurt by her reaction. She turned to Giles pleadingly. "Giles, you'd never go along with such a pathetic ruse, tell me he's lying! Please tell me that he's…"
"He's not lying." Giles put his hands up peacefully. "The fact that the Book had created a bond with you without ceremony means that you are indeed a direct descendant of the original Grimm Brothers."
The Evil Queen clutched at her hair and crown. "That's why mom didn't simply charge in and kick his ass way back when? I thought that it was suspicious that she had just wanted to smuggle me out of here back in high school… and that was what that bastard had been wailing about when he kidnapped my daughter, him going on about how the bond hadn't taken and how Raven stole his roll away from him."
"Kidnapped? Raven had been kidnapped?" Giles asked worried. "When? By whom?"
"Not that he'd ever care, since he's the one who picked the guy who tried to declare war on my homeland." The Evil Queen snarled pointing an accusing finger to Milton. "But that Kline-bastard, the one he had picked out to replace you guys, must have somehow noticed that Raven had gotten some sort of bond thingy with that thrice-cursed Book and that was why he had kidnapped her and tried to kill her! All of that rambling he did while I kicked his ass about how he should have been the one to become the servant and not her makes sense now!"
"What?" Milton shook his head, trying to comprehend what the woman was saying.
The Evil Queen snarled again. "Don't act innocent in front of me!" She spat. "I was there! In your office for another round of you badgering me for "being such a disgrace" because I dared ask for your help for you to do something against your precious maiden brigade constantly sniping at me, and I remember you looking over a list of candidates of who would replace you when you finally kicked it, you were mumbling names under your breath and that Kline-bastard's was one of them! Don't think I'd be so naïve to believe that you of all people never carefully considered who that bastard was related to, what group he was suspected of belonging to, and how they were just chomping at the bit to declare a witch hunt on my family and all the witches who live on our lands so that they could clear us out and they could move in!"
Milton's heart seemed to stop for a moment. "No… on that particular occasion I… hadn't been as thorough with my screening as I should have been… I just saw some familiar names and… new guy was just a boy back then, I… used to know his mother, she was a kind soul so I…"
"You never got a good look at who his granduncle was?" The Evil Queen twitched, rage building behind her eyes. "Or were you too busy thinking about giving your old human fling a favor while you cursed the existence of your non-human daughter!"
"I didn't know!" Milton pled his defense. "I didn't know that new guy would do anything as horrible as that, and I didn't know that you were my daughter until this week!"
"And that's supposed to make it all better?" The woman demanded.
"No it's not." Milton shook his head. " It does not make up for a single thing that I have done over the years, but for whatever you must think of me at the very least know that I'd never knowingly put any realm in danger let alone the one your mother rules over… I still lover her too much for that… and as much of a horrible person I've been to you I'd never knowingly put any of my students in danger, whether they turn out to be of my flesh and blood or not."
The Evil Queen grit her teeth. "If you care so damn much then why aren't you trying to make it all better?" She demanded before turning around and tried to shuffle away as fast as her full skirts would allow.
"Evil Queen wait-!" Milton called after her.
"It's Clawstorm!" Clawstorm roared as she rounded back to the two men. "I never signed my birth name to that damn precious Book of yours! And servant or not a servant I'll never commit myself to that cursed thing, ever!" She turned back around and tried to continue her trek but got her foot stuck in a lacy petticoat, the fabric ripping and wrapping around her ankle causing her to yelp as she tumbled down a small slope in the ground and out of sight.
"Are you all right?" Giles called after her, the two brothers wincing when she began cursing heartily in the distance.
"Language young lady!" Milton snapped out of habit before biting his finger when he realized that he had started to lecture before asking if the woman was all right.
"You lost the right to lecture me years ago!" Clawstorm snapped. "Fucking skirts! Whoever decided that Evil Queens needed to wear all these skirts all the time deserves to be dug up and shot with a pistol!"
"Language young lady?" Giles whispered turning to Milton in disbelief.
"I know…" Milton slapped a hand over his forehead with a groan. "I didn't mean to. Its just habit at this point."
"Well that could have gone better." Giles sighed. "However it could have gone worse." The man admitted with a contemplative hum.
"How was that not the worst that could have happened?" Milton demanded.
Giles cast Milton a look. "She could have refused to talk to us altogether…"
"…And we would still have been in the dark about several key facts that we have apparently been deliberately kept in the dark about." Milton finished rubbing his tired eyes. "What a week this has been…" He sighed tiredly as he began walking out the door, Giles following after him.
"What do you suppose a pistol is?" Giles wondered as they walked out. "Is it some sort of slingshot? Or a newfangled word that the young folk are using these days?"
XXX
Raven woke with a start just as the glow from her arms died down. She sat up and stared at her decorated appendages in faint alarm, wondering if what she saw was a dream or not.
"Mmmmph. Raven?" Faybelle groaned as she turned over and peered up at the witch. "Did I sleep-conjure a fireball again?"
"No." Raven shook her head, she had enough experience with the fairy's habit of conjuring fire spells as she talked in her sleep (which was how Raven found out why Faybelle had more fire sprinklers in her room than normal) and usually after the initial blast of heat Raven's survival instincts kicked in and sent out a wave of her own magic to snuff out the fire, where she could then roll a muttering Faybelle over and go back to sleep (Raven was so used to sleeping through Apple's obnoxious snoring that Faybelle's quiet sleepy murmurings hardly bothered Raven at all).
"I… it was just a weird dream." Raven concluded while trying to blink away the travel of words behind her eyelids. "It was like I was about to be run over by a vocabulary list or something…"
"It's probably just the heat, you should take off more of your clothes." Faybelle grinned as the witch scowled at her. "What? We're married aren't we? It's only natural that I'd want to see… and enjoy you naked" The fairy waggled her eyebrows.
"First, it's the middle of the night, and second, I'm not going to let myself be stark naked alone in front of you until after I've gotten over Apple and I've gotten to know you better." The witch grumbled reproachfully as she put some distance between herself and the fairy before lying back down. "I'm not interested in using you as a rebound."
"Well damn, I had been joking before about the whole naked fun times thing but now that you're sounding so considerate about it all… I'm kind of feeling motivated to steal your attentions and see what lies under those innocent white panties…" Faybelle tried to lift the sheets to peer under them.
Raven immediately clamped her arms down to prevent the fairy from seeing anything. "Excuse me?" Raven demanded in outrage. "I would have thought that being considerate and responsible would have turned you off!"
"You're appealing to the side of my fairy nature that likes to go out and steal pretty maidens from under uppity human royalty's noses." Faybelle explained as she grinned toothily at the other, her sharp teeth glinting in the low light of the triple moons outside the window. "And it helps that you're pretty easy on the eyes…"
"Yeah well you can tell your instincts that taking away that villain title counts as stealing me away, and that it's the middle of the night, and I am going back to sleep!" The witch harrumphed before turning over and cocooning herself in her provided sheet.
Faybelle snickered as she turned over to get some sleep herself the two of them not noticing Raven's henna designs glow again, even as the witch twitched at the strange feeling of electricity crawling under her skin and words flying across her eyelids.
XXX
"Cerise?" Briar asked, looking at the other in confusion when the hooded girl sat frozen to her spot looking like a deer caught in a low flying broom's lantern.
Cerise gulped, hesitating in the face of Briar's stare, why did she have to go and fall for the one girl who made her want to constantly leap into the unknown (granted that was mostly for fun recreational purposes but still…)? "Hey Briar… I know that you can keep a secret and… that we mean… more to each other than just friends but… you have to promise not to freak out too much, and to keep an open mind ok?"
Briar smiled, taking Cerise's chin with a finger so that she could turn the other's head towards her for a kiss that lingered longer than any she had dared give before. "I'm already this far gone, I'm not going to throw it all away so easily or do anything to hurt you."
Cerise closed her eyes tight and flipped back her hood before she had a chance to change her mind.
"Huh." Briar said after a few silent seconds. "This actually explains a lot." She mused sounding thoughtful and not at all disgusted like Cerise had feared.
Cerise cracked open one eye, the wolf ears that she had inherited from her father moved from their fearful folded back positions to perk forward cautiously.
Briar smiled widely. "Those are so cute." She confessed easily making Cerise's eyes snap open and a blush painted her nose and cheeks.
"You- you won't tell? Who my father really is? That my mother fell in love with her villain?" Cerise asked nervously.
At this Briar pinched Cerise's cheek gently. "Now why would I do that? It's not your fault you are who you are and besides, if I told I wouldn't get to see you again, I can't allow that now can I?"
Cerise smiled ripping out her page in the Book before turning to Briar and kissing the other girl back. "You have no idea just how happy that makes me." The wolf-girl said before going in for yet another kiss.