“Some of our a little different.” The assassin did her best to be kind, but fairytale endings didn’t happen to girls like her.

She was used to using her talents to gain money and fame, but to protect the world from people worse then her.

Princess charming was a little different. His life had been handed to him on a diamond encrusted silver platter. He had only seen the money he inherited and crown he had been handed. He had only seen the peace that hid the wars his father raged.

“How about I put it this way,” she said gently. “My fairy dust is poison I sprinkle on others cups. I know the five letter word: death. And my hope… It will remain a hope.”