You had set off into the woods to try and find to find that thief that’s too charming for your liking, or rather, Jonathan.

After a long journey of pushing branches out of the way and such, you hear the crunch of leaves behind you.

“Seems to me you’ve got yourself some princess problems.” He says in an annoying sing-song voice. “You can’t fix the world bakin’ apple pies.”

You roll your eyes, bunching up your skirt in your hands and stepping closer to ramble on about how the kingdom really needs help, but he only says (sarcastically) that you should go and tell the Queen—who you had fled from after she tried to get you killed.

He starts to walk around you and you don’t even notice that he slips the necklace off from around your neck.

“I could try being kind or whatever you said but it’s just that I’m partial to not being dead.” He says dryly.

After you ramble some more, he smirks and shows you the necklace he snatched, to which you take it back and put it around your neck like it originally was.

“Your princess problems don’t apply to me at all.” He tells you.