Thunder Dome plan a pretty picnic

Rue's gaze continued to linger on Apple as she talked, and she mulled the older woman's words over in her mind. Rue understood more about the deceitful Prince Charming charade than Apple knew, perhaps. Her Prince Charming had turned out to be demon, morphing completely the moment Rue found a chink in the "princely" facade behind which he armored himself.

Rue could not imagine anyone thinking her a princess, and that was probably for the better. She needed no more make-believe in her life, no more fairy tails twisting into nightmares in the eleventh hour. 

"No, I was born out east. I'm from a small, familial pack called Red Fern Glade. " Rue paused, and added with a stab at humor, "Not much opportunity to find The One when everyone in your pack is a relative." Of course, such pairings were not unheard of, but it seemed to Rue that there were many ways for such a relationship to end poorly and very few ways for it to go well.