In which Robin De Noir mistakes Olive Heliotrope for the Moon Princess, and the two star-crossed enemies must work together to break a curse.
❝ Oh, I can't
Stop you putting roots in my dreamland
My house of stone, your ivy...
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"ROBIN, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!"
Robin, was frozen in place. Between him and the girl, the demon dog snarled, viciously. The giant beast's eyes glew red with hatred, as it foamed at the mouth. The young man scowled back, almost as if his loathing of the creature was as strong as his fear. Deep down, his stomach lurched; afraid the dog would tear him to shreds – afraid to disappoint his father.
"Robin!" His friends were running away.
Robin glanced once more at the girl, his heart torn in two. Though angry for what her family had done, he couldn't stop himself from wanting her – not for his father, not for revenge – he just.. wanted her. She was beautiful, for sure. She got under his skin, and she knew it. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to know what made her so bad.
She's a Merryweather.
Infuriated, enraptured, Robin glared deeply at her, made sure she understood; This isn't over.
The girl stood perfectly still, gazing back at him, coldly. Her pink lips were parted, ever so slightly, and he could see the fear in her bright green eyes. Beneath the fear, hatred brewed.
He had done the same to her, as she did to him; Infuriated her. He wondered if she wanted him, too.
He hated that he cared.
His eyes snapped back to the snarling beast that was slowly stalking closer to him. Before the dog could pounce, Robin took off, sprinting into the woods.
He ran, and ran, hoping the dog wasn't at his heels, until he reunited with his boys.
He keeled over, panting, as he tried to catch his breath.
"Robin, it's your father!" Dulac warned, through gritted teeth.
Galloping on horseback through the trees, approached his father, the leader of the clan; the infamous Coeur De Noir.
Robin had the same dark, thick hair as his father, but Robin's was curly, with traces of brown. Coeur's was straighter, and ebony, half-hidden by his tarnished silver helmet.
Robin stood taller, as his father's horse came to a halt before him. Coeur lifted his helmet, revealing a harsh, brooding gaze.
"What did I do to deserve such a prize dolt for a son?" he roared, glaring at the boy.
Robin winced, wounded by his father's disdain.
Coeur took one last brief look at his son, and lowered his helmet once more. The bitter man kicked his heels into his horse.
"Hut!!"
And with that, he and his men galloped off through the forest. Robin watched the last of them disappear into the dark greenery, as the remainder of the day's sunlight began to set beyond the shaded horizon. Some small, stupefied part of him hoped his father wouldn't find the girl. If he did, Robin had no idea what would become of her.
"Don't worry boys," Robin said, turning to his friends. With a feigned sense of regained confidence, he spoke: "We'll find the Moon Princess, soon enough – just you wait and see."
