{modern au. Jackrine and other ships} From Chapter 1: Until the most magical of sweet moments in the show, at least. A tan skinned, messy haired intruder had found his way into her box. "You certainly look busy," he smirked, desperately eyeing her for a response. After a small jump, she hissed. "Excuse...
Princess Katherine Pulitzer knew how her life had to be: She was to be the face of hope in a time of war. She was supposed to bear children to keep the Royal name around. She was supposed to sit on a throne next to a man who she barely knew. That was it. All her life she'd learned to exactly that. What happens when...
