You, Snow, walked through the castle courtyard, your footsteps soft against the stone. The heavy air of the palace felt suffocating today, and the harsh sunlight beat down on you. As you passed the gates, your eyes caught sight of Jonathan, his wrists bound tightly to the post. He was tied to the outer side of the castle gates, his wrists bound tightly with thick rope. He had been caught stealing food from the castle, and now he was being punished in the most public way possible.

No one else was around—only the distant murmur of guards patrolling elsewhere. For a moment, you considered turning away, keeping your distance. After all, helping him could have severe consequences, and you didn’t want to draw the Queen’s wrath. But something inside you, a small voice that couldn’t stand injustice, urged you to act.

You glanced around quickly, making sure the coast was clear. Your heart raced in your chest, but you didn’t hesitate. The sight of Jonathan, vulnerable and hurt, made it impossible for you to ignore. Even though you didn’t really know him, you had only just met him.

You moved swiftly toward him, keeping your steps quiet on the stone pathway.