The Dog Princess: A Tom Holland Fairy Tale

Fairytales

Meanwhile at the picnic, Timothée wanted nothing more than to tear all the tents down, swipe all the food off the tables, and tear apart every flower in sight. But, he resigned to making his rounds, pulling his lips into a phony smile while trying to avoid Cassandra in particular. To his relief he spotted Zendaya emerging from the crowd. There was still no sign of Rosemary, but he had a hunch Zendaya may know something. And if not, she was the only other princess he could have an intelligent conversation with. He shook one last hand before weaving his way over to her, grabbing two glasses of wine from a tray nearby.

"Princess Zendaya, you look lovely. How are you enjoying the picnic?" Timothée greeted her as he handed her one of the glasses. She accepted with a prim smile, trying to look as if she'd been there longer than she had.

"I'm having a wonderful time, thank you Timothée." She took a sip of the wine, quickly swallowing the bitter brew. It wasn't her favorite, but she wasn't sure if it was the wine leaving the bad taste in her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cassandra, glaring at them. Her eyes burned into Zendaya like a branding iron, but Zendaya refused to be intimidated.

"I take it you don't like the wine." Timothée cracked a smile, noticing her forced expression.

"Thank goodness, I don't think I could've forced down the whole thing."

"I know how you feel. Whenever I speak to Cassandra, it's like I'm guzzling down rancid barrels of it."

"With a smile on your face, of course."

"Sometimes." He laughed heartily before letting out a sigh. "Zendaya, I am throughly enjoying your company, but do you happen to know where Rosemary might be?"

Zendaya glanced over to see Cassandra still staring. She scoffed before looking back at Timothée. "Well, that's a fun story."

"Pardon?" He furrowed his brow, confused by her annoyance. Zendaya motioned her head toward Cassandra, and Timothée immediately noticed her leering their direction. He smirked at her and gave her a little wave, to which she was mortified. Cassandra dropped her drink, gasped loudly and turned away. Timothée grimaced as he turned back to Zendaya, who made no effort to hold back her laughter. "Should we go somewhere with more privacy?"

"I think that would be best." Zendaya replied as her laugh died down a bit, relishing in Cassandra's mishap.

The pair scurried out of the tent, finding a nice spot overlooking the orchard. The prince plopped down one the plush patch of grass, Zendaya gently laying her skirts down beside him. "Now what's the story?" Timothée asked, intrigued as well as impatient.

"Let me start by saying I'm thrilled you dislike Cassandra as much as I do." Zendaya grinned. She loved telling a tale, but what made it even better was she didn't have to make up any of the nonsense. It almost pained her to leave out the most riveting part, but a secret is a secret after all. Besides, who would believe the princess turned into a dog?

***

"Good girl Tess! Such a smart girl you are! That's right!" Tom beamed. He had finished mucking out the stalls and started to add more clean hay, and Rosemary began to help. She gathered as large a chunk of hay as she could and began kicking it into the stall nearby. She basked in his praise, hardly able to control her excitement. He filled her with so much joy she felt like she could burst at any moment.

"Hey mate! You found Tessa?" Harrison approached from the other side of the stable. He was dressed much nicer than Tom, having come from the picnic. He carried a fabric napkin that clearly contained some sort of smuggled food.

"Actually, Haz, you won't believe who found her."

"Really who?" Harrison said casually as he began to unwrap the napkin.