The rope strained against your wrist, and you could already feel the rough nylon chafing your wrists. It was almost pointless to struggle, it seemed, because you’d been tied in a way that it would be impossible to escape—you finally regretted not taking those self defense classes that your father kept reminding you to enroll yourself in. Ben, your brother, probably would've handled the situation better, because he had a brain you, decidedly, did not, since you had landed up in this situation in the first place. You had just wanted to take a stroll in the garden, but Uma and her cursed crew of pirates had somehow taken you and brought you to the Isle.

Now, you were tied up somewhere on the Lost Revenge, had no idea how long you’d been away from Auradon, and your head was really starting to hurt. Probably because they knocked you out, but you chose to focus on willing the pain away. You were almost successful (you were not, but you tried to believe so) before you heard the scrape of metal against the wooden door, and suddenly, Harry Hook was in front of you. The same Harry Hook that you were pretty sure was the one that kidnapped you—manhandled you, probably put you in this room, and suddenly, the faintest trace of fear appeared.

You almost willed it to shut up, but nothing worked. This… this wasn’t something that the princess of Auradon should be thinking about at all. For all the fairy tales you’d heard about damsels in distress, you’d never thought that you’d be one of them. The thought terrified you.

“Good morning, princess,” he sneered, his smile mocking and eyes lingering over you. “Sorry to get your dress dirty, sweetheart, I know how you royalty folk feel about your pretty little gowns.” His dagger grazed across your face, and you could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest.