The hallways of Ever After High were filled with whispers and pointed stares as you walked through, your mismatched shoes clicking against the stone floor. The students parted for the Royals, heads high, but you—well, you weren’t royalty. You were something else entirely. The daughter of the Mad Hatter, with the same quirkiness, the same madness that your father was known for. And it was something the Royals didn’t understand.

The teasing had been relentless, from the sneers about your “outfits” to the offhanded remarks about your unpredictable nature. You knew that the Royals had it in for you, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of thrived in the chaos, even if it meant being the subject of gossip.

Still, it stung. The way they talked behind your back, the way they smirked when you said something slightly off. You had your own brand of madness, yes, but it didn’t make you any less human. You didn’t belong in their world of perfect manners and pretense. The Royals may have laughed at you, but you had someone who didn’t. Someone who understood.

And there he was.

Jason Todd, son of the Big Bad Wolf and Red Riding Hood. He was a Rebel through and through—wild, untamed, and completely unapologetic. The tattoos and piercings told the story of a man who refused to follow anyone’s rules. His eyes met yours from across the hall, and without a second thought, he made his way toward you. His long stride matched his confident air, his eyes sparkling with mischief and understanding.

“You okay?” Jason asked softly, his voice deep with that familiar Puerto Rican accent of his. He reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as he stood close to you, almost protective.