Little Red was a tender young morsel, and the wolf knew she would be even tastier than the old woman.
Marissa MeyerSteadying herself with both hands on the table, she managed an awkward bow.... 'Your Highness,' she stammered, head lowered... The prince flinched and cast a glance over his shoulder before hunching toward her. 'Maybe, um...' - he pulled his fingers across his lips - 'on the Highness stuff?
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