The Dog Princess: A Tom Holland Fairy Tale

Prisons

"I know! I know! We'll start a riot! Follow my lead—" Harrison began to rhythmically bang on the bars of the cell that contained them. "Justice! Justice! Give us justice!"

"You're giving me a headache." Princess Katherine scoffed.

"I see no reason why you're complaining. If it wasn't for your stupid need to gossip we wouldn't be here and neither would you." Zendaya hissed, livid at the ninny sat across from her. The cell was much too small for three people, as the tower was meant for only one prisoner, often one sentenced to death. None of them knew their fate, but they weren't anxious to find out.

"You mean none of us would be here if you all hadn't committed treason! At least I'm innocent!" Katherine protested.

"Oh please—" Zendaya shouted before Harrison interrupted.

"Ladies, ladies, can't we all just get along?"

"No!" Katherine and Zendaya replied in unison, making Harrison deflate in defeat.

"Well! If that's how you want to spend your final hours!" He said tartly, crossing his arms.

Katherine squealed, aghast. "Who said anything about final hours? I most certainly have nothing to fear—"

"If you were so special and in any way above us would you be in the same godforsaken cell??" Zendaya snapped, her patience growing thin with Katherine's fussy entitlement.

Katherine was speechless, clutching her non-existent pearls in deep offense. Harrison timidly piped up, aware his comments may get him smacked but lacking the control to keep it to himself. "You might want to close your mouth, lest you catch some flies."

"Ooh!" Katherine turned away grumpily, arms crossed and lips pouting like an oversized child. The three were exhausted, aching from sleeping on the stone and the pang in their stomachs mercilessly plagued them all. Their minds were plagued as well, but with questions of what has happened to Tom and Rosemary, what's to become of them, and if they would ever see their own freedom.

"You think he's alright? I know it's useless to hope but I have to, I just have to—" Harrison said worried out of his mind, pulling on his facial hair nervously.

"I don't know, Harrison. We just have to wait. There's nothing we can do now." Zendaya said through tears, putting her arms around Harrison in a comforting embrace. Harrison was caught off guard by the gesture, and suddenly burst into tears, his strength leaving him. He feared the worst for his poor friend, and even more he feared it was his fault.

***

Rosemary awoke in a groggy, disoriented manner, fluttering her eyes as she looked around a room she'd never seen. She was in a grand bed, swallowed by the large ruby duvet and an excessive amount of decorative pillows. She struggled to push them away, their detailed embroidery irritating her skin as the comfort of her deep, dark and dreamless sleep wore off. She moaned as she put a hand to her head, struggling from the heaviness she felt. Her body didn't even have the strength to be startled when Timothée approached the bedside, holding a cup of hot tea on a saucer.

"Here, Rosemary. It'll help with the pain." He held it out to her, but she was hesitant. After an insisting look from him, she took it in her hands, but wouldn't bring it to her lips. He tried not to take offense, although it seemed any bid of affection he attempted would always seem like a vindictive trap to her. "I hope you're comfortable." He said bitterly.

"Where am I?" She inquired.

"My chambers. You've been asleep for days—three days to be exact." He smirked at her mortified expression. "Don't worry, I've been sleeping elsewhere."