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“I had hopes.”

   “Oh bugger off. I don’t need your nagging on top of mum’s.” Yeah, he had another argument with their mother, and yes, he was reaching the end of his patience in his house. He turned sixteen only a month ago and they were home for Christmas. The urge to just leave was big. 

“Search for a war and you won't find peace but I think that you think that they're one in the same.”

Cinderella cleared her throat, standing in the doorway of the gentleman she had sought out. Everyone deserved a chance, a chance to redeem themselves despite everything that had happened. She had attempted to speak up against sending one of her step-sisters to the Isle, but Anastasia had gone willingly.

He’d been such an asshole before the curse broke.  Figures, his bitch of a mother had to just find a way to make him fit into her little family.  He’d even been renamed, though Daniel had chosen to keep it - as it was his father’s name as well.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole during the curse.”  He said around his cigarette.  “I’m glad you didn’t die, Todd.”

Her first instinct was to immediately decline his offer, to laugh in the face of it because why would he think she’d ever want to go to that school? Why she’d want to be given their pity and their knowing glances that she’d given in, that she was willing to bend at the knee and be good? She would never. She could never. She had no intention, after failing so thoroughly, of ever giving them a chance to attempt to talk her down again. Never giving them the chance to look at her with eyes filled with false understanding and attempt to change her.

Uma had no intention of changing.

Only then he offered it. A ship. And she had no idea if he had the power to provide it, if he had the power to sway their opinion over at the school. She didn’t want her freedom given to her, she didn’t want it handed on a plate, she wanted to take it for herself. But without a plan, without a way, with nothing but their stubborn pride—they had no options left.

“His Royal highness is sending you to sway us now?” She asked bluntly, raising her eyebrows as her arms crossed over her chest. “I thought better of you Hook—didn’t realise you were another minion sent to do Ben’s bidding.”

She tilted her head, studying the man she owed a lot to. Who she begrudgingly respected, as much as she could respect anyone. Opening yourself up to those kinds of feelings only led to a knife in your back. Or worse. He’d been one of the ones to teach them how to fend for themselves—she wasn’t afraid of putting those teachings to the test.

*five minutes later*