Ransom

He was wanted by many
She was poor

He kept running his breaths never ragged.

She kept cleaning, not stopping until the house was spotless.

He just wanted to be free, stopping to grab yet another sketch of himself tapered to the forest tree.

"They just can't get my nose right" he muttered rolling his eyes at the pitiful drawing.

She just wanted to be rich. Filling the water bucket for the fourth time to wash the grimy floors

" This is so not worth a pound an hour" she complained.

"this is so worth it" he huffed eyeing the crown in his hand before dissapearing into the trees.

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Credit @ankleboots for this idea!