You had volunteered to make trips between Auradon and the Isle every week. Although the barrier was gone and the villain kids were in Auradon, Ben and Mal wanted to clean up the island to be properly livable.

Unfortunately, some of the guys on the Isle were still the worst. Especially since you were a princess. You'd learned to deal with the leering gazes and overly masculine street guys trying to bother you. Your parents raised you to be calm and collected in public, after all.

Then you started dating Harry. And Harry had a jealous streak, you swore he could smell when another guy had touched you. You were the nicest thing he'd ever had, and he was hellbent on protecting that. So he insisted on coming to the Isle with you every week.

"Hey, princess," a scruffy looking boy said, leaning on a fence. His breath was hot as he snuck up on you. "What's a prissy thing like you doing over here?" His hand reached for your waist, but was quickly stopped by a metal hook. The dude hissed as the sharp tip pricked his skin.

"Back. Up," Harry said lowly. He tiled his head and grinned. You adored Harry, but sometimes he got this crazy look in his blue eyes. The young pirate definitely had something else going on. You'd considered convincing him to get checked out, but Harry would never agree to that.