𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 [editing]

25. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁

     𝕿oday was the day Rilynn fell victim to being a damsel in distress. It wasn't on her bingo card, but here she was, lying over one of the Stabbington cousins' shoulders with her arms bound.

Rilynn was freaking out a little on the inside, but she bit her tongue and kept it to herself. She could hear Ginny chattering their ears off, and Rilynn didn't need to give Ginny more ammunition. The princess could only hope and pray that there was a small opening for Rilynn to slip out of the ropes and sneak away. But for now, Rilynn was stuck with the villains.

From the sound of it, Ginny was beaming with joy; she managed to capture the princess of Corona--Rapunzel's daughter. Ginny's been waiting for this moment for most of her life. Her mother engraved it in her brain, and this was all Ginny could've wanted.

Ginny couldn't wait for her mom to find out who she found.

Rilynn perked up at the sound of a door creaking open, but she couldn't see anything through the sack over her head. She could barely make out anything through the material.

The Stabbington set her down somewhere on the floor, and before she had a chance to do anything, the other Stabbington put chains on her wrists. Well, that can't be good. Rilynn needs to change her plan because she's pretty sure she won't be able to slip out of these.

Rilynn listened carefully to everything around her, following the footsteps traveling across the room and demands spewing from Ginny. Rilynn turns her head to follow the voices, staying high alert.

"Take the sack off our guest," Ginny orders. One of the Stabbington cousins pulled the bag off Rilynn's head, making her squint. "Enjoyed your royal escort?"

Rilynn finally scanned her surroundings, realizing they were in a castle-like room. It was small, and there wasn't any separation between the rooms; the kitchen intertwined with the living room and the dining room, and there was a set of stairs that led to the only bedroom. Rilynn frowned suspiciously; she glanced at Ginny.

"Where are we?"

Quinn opened her arms. "My humble abode. You like it? I think you'll find it . . . homey."

"They'll be looking for me," Rilynn said as a matter of fact. She eyed Ginny warningly, but the girl merely grinned in amusement. "Why would you bring me to the one place they probably know where it is?"

Ginny snickers. "Oh, I'm counting on it. I doubt they'll be able to find it, though," Ginny drags a chair across the room, setting it just in front of Rilynn. She falls onto it backward, leaning against the back piece. "It'll be funny to watch them running around like a bunch of headless chickens."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

But before Ginny could amuse herself, someone pounded on the doors before barging inside. The girl scowled in annoyance; she stomped toward the girl walking inside.

"No," Ginny immediately said to the grinning redhead. "No. Get out."

Quinn hardly takes offense, only gasping in mock offense. "I can't visit my friend?"

Ginny rolls her eyes. "We're hardly friends, Red," she crossed her arms, jutting her chin upward. "What are you doing here, Red? I'm busy and, quite frankly, don't have time for you."

"Isn't it obvious? I overheard on the docks that you landed yourself a pretty little princess," Quinn nearly gagged at the mention. She rummaged through Ginny's fridge, opting for whatever leftover she had. "I always thought I was your only pretty little princess."

Rilynn furrowed her brows at the subtle flirting from Quinn, but Ginny wouldn't reciprocate. They acted like they hated each other deeply, yet Quinn talked as if they were lovers. Rilynn could practically feel the tension.