Nope.... Charming is simply an idiot who thinks with his nether regions instead of his head. There is truly nothing intimidating about him. Oh, how I have never been more wrong. And how did I figure this out you ask? Well, I have seen him trying to flirt with almost everything with legs. I fear for this country with him at the throne, in the not so distant future. With everyone distracted, I slip outside to the balcony. 

This night has certainly been exhausting. I've had to play nice with Charming, his parents, and so many others that I barely remember what I had talked about with them. I just want this night to end already. Gazing upon the stars shimmering so far above in the sky, I sigh yet again.

"You know," A sweet voice says from behind me, "every time you sigh, your happiness escapes." 

Glancing back, I see a lone woman with an amused smirk. Chuckling to herself, she takes off her hat and deeply bows. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Freya." 

Just as she had spoken, I immediately take notice of her clothes. Then her hat. "Pirate!" I gasp. I feel my breath catch in my throat as her gun is now aimed right at me. 

"Tsk, tsk, princess." She smirks with a wag of her finger. "We don't need you makin' a scene, now do we?"