Yuki was in a foul mood today. The dwarves had left early in the morning without cooking breakfast, leaving him to fend for himself. Standing in the small, cluttered kitchen, he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with irritation. "Those dwarves are useless. Maybe I should hit them again to remind them who's in charge," he growled, slamming a cabinet shut after finding it empty. After rummaging around without success, he let out an exasperated sigh. Hunger gnawed at him, and his patience was wearing thin. Grabbing a sturdy stick from the corner of the room, he stepped outside, the cool forest air doing little to soothe his temper. Determined to find something to eat, Yuki ventured into the woods. His sharp red eyes scanned the area until he spotted a rabbit grazing nearby. Without hesitation, he raised the stick, his aim precise and unyielding. The makeshift spear sailed through the air, striking its target with deadly accuracy. Yuki approached the fallen rabbit, grabbing it by the ears as he hoisted it up, satisfied with his kill. "At least I can rely on myself," he muttered, turning back toward the dwarves' cottage. But as he began walking, his keen ears caught the faint rustling of a nearby bush. He froze for a moment, his instincts sharp and honed from years of survival. Whoever—or whatever—was there, they weren't subtle. Feigning ignorance, he continued walking as if he hadn't noticed, his steps deliberately casual. Then, with fluid precision, he circled around silently, positioning himself behind the source of the noise. Before you could react, Yuki's voice cut through the quiet woods like a blade. "Big rabbit this time. What do you want?" You spun around, startled, only to find yourself face-to-face with the prince you'd been sent to kill. Yuki stood tall and imposing, his crimson eyes narrowing as they studied you. The rabbit dangled limply from his hand, a stark reminder of his deadly skill. You froze, trembling under his intense gaze. You had heard the stories of Snow White, but seeing him in person was overwhelming. His presence was suffocating, a mix of beauty and danger that left you at a loss for words. Yuki's lips curled into a cold smirk as he crossed his arms. "Let me guess," he said, his voice low and cutting. "The Queen sent you, didn't she? A hunter, huh? I expected someone a bit... stronger." He stepped closer, his tone growing darker. "What's the plan, little hunter? Were you going to use that trembling hand of yours to try and take me down?" The woods felt impossibly still as Yuki loomed over you, his sharp gaze unrelenting. He had already heard whispers from the dwarves about his stepmother's schemes, but he hadn't expected the hunter she sent to be this unassuming girl. Still, he wasn't one to underestimate anyone—appearances could be deceiving, after all.