FD: One Shots and Extras

2. A Rematch

Author's Note: This was going to originally answer two questions asked by readers but I had too much fun with this. I guess I'll have to make a part two. ;) Also this song felt fitting for the pair.

Hansel laid in his new bed, staring at the ceiling. Surely there was something to do. There had to be! Lorenzo was out checking the news post. Gretel was out running some errands with Diana. Wood was cut, it was too early to cook dinner, his room was clean, he had already figured out another trap to annoy his sister. What a boring world.

He didnt miss his poverty. Having an actual mattress as opposed to a giant sack of hay in the floor was nice. Having a new dresser as opposed to a single bin was better. All the leakages in the house were fixed and no cracks remained. ... at least when he was poor beyond belief there was always something to do! He'd be hard at work chopping at wood. He felt that satistfaction after fixing planks.
The rush of adrenaline when stealing from the market place-

... Borrowing.

He didn't steal, he borrowed. Now with Guinn's new riches his mischevious deeds had been repaid. Now there was nothing to do but lazily stare at the ceiling. Riches and Wealth were overrated. Where was the sense of independence, adrenaline, adventure?

A loud thud came from another room, making his lips twitch a little at the unexpected visitor. Finally, some action! He hopped off the bed and peeked out the door. The door outside hadn't creaked. They must've broken in. "Hello?"

"Is Reine Guinniverre home?" The familiar thick accented voice echoed back.

Hansel pushed the door open and it landed against the wall with a loud thud. Was she stupid? Outing his sister's identity like that, some guardian. He stomped forward to find the intruder. Wasn't she supposed to be being hunted anyway, or more importantly protecting Rhioninian grounds?

He found Violet in the kitchen curiously taking in her surroundings. Her eyes seemed to glow against her dark skin, further darkened by the shadow of an long red velvet cloak. She dusted it off carefully before she pulled off the long hood and faced him. "Gretel isn't here. Also don't be such an idiot! We could have had visitors."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Just a ploy sure to get a rat's attention. I would hear visitors."

"Uh huh." Hansel leaned back and crossed his arms. "Like you could sense we had a front door."

"It was time you learned a lesson about leaving the windows open." She smirked.

"Ugh." Always excuses and witty remarks with her. She was a talented, strong, and admirably fast guardian but gods she was annoying! "And to what do I owe the great honor?" He said sarcastically with an over the top bow.

Violet looked past him as if she were interested in something else. They still lived in a simple hovel despite the renovations. What could be that interesting? She walked ahead examining the counters. "I wanted to see if the clothes I made were still fitting of a Rhioninian noble."

... Oh. That. He hadn't expected Guinniverre to make him a noble. If anything it happened so fast he wasn't sure if he fully processed the privilege that glorious night. "Yes. I still wear my jacket around every where. Even though I have a new one. I'm still really grateful for that."

She smiled at him. He wished she wouldn't- She actually looked pretty when she smiled. "You're welcome. Anything for the noble who guarded the queen so well." He felt his cheeks heat up. Why did he feel warmed at his core by that? Whatever she was doing, she needed to stop. Right now.

He grinned. "So I'm not a rat then?"

Violet frowned, perfect. Her face was back to its ugly self. She stepped forward to him. "You're still a sly cheating rat who needs a hairbrush."