Author's Note: Hey Oncers! So here is my first attempt at an OutlawQueen multi chapter fic. If you like it please leave a review telling me what you liked and if you think I should continue. Enjoy!

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She sat there in her spot on top of a large boulder just staring out at the calm waters of the lake. This was the only place she believed she could be free, or at least have the notion of it. Gods, how she wished that there was a way out. She had been Queen for who knows how long. She didn't think she could bear it any longer. The King and his daughter were constant reminders of what she lost. She just wanted magic to save Daniel, but that was apparently impossible. Rumplestiltskin wanted her to train; he said she had a destiny. But was it truly worth it? She felt it, even when just practicing with the man, she could feel that she was becoming like her, like her mother. She was thinking like her and acting like her, but Regina didn't want that.

Something in her mind kept telling her that there was another way out. But what could that be? She closed her eyes, listening to the light sounds of the forest and the water. She wished for another way. She hoped that she hadn't already given up that chance.

Regina slowly stood and waltzed over to the gentle shore. She discarded her shoes and lifted the hem of her simple white gown decked with a thin lace. Stepping in she suddenly felt the cool touch of the water hug around her thin ankles and the soft sand weave between her toes. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax even if only for a moment before she was forced to return to that dreadfully lonely place. It was a place where she knew anger and hatred was all she had. But here, in the calmness of the water and the trees, she could hope that there was something out there that could take her away.

Suddenly, the young woman heard a rustling from the forest behind her. She turned quickly, breaking her train of thought. "Who's there?" She asked in her nervous, high-pitched voice. She looked around and spotted nothing. About to turn back, she heard another rustling but louder. Regina curiously stepped out of the water and walked towards the sounds. "Hello?" She asked.

Without any notice, the Queen suddenly felt a hand grab her mouth and an arm wrap around her waist. She tried to scream, but the sounds only muffled against what felt like a man's hand, which smelled of wood and tree sap; he had been hiding and watching her from the trees.

A second man stepped in front of her with a smirk, "Why hello, your Majesty!" He was the last thing she saw before he covered her eyes with a sac and began to carry her away.

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Regina had no clue where she was when she was suddenly tossed to the hard ground. Though she had the sac over her head, she could still hear everything. There were men all around her whispering and hushing one another. She could smell the strong scent of a burning fire and could hear the clinking of what seemed to be tin pots and pans or something of the sort. What was going on? Though it was a bit muffled, she could hear the sound of a voice:

"What the bloody hell is this, men?" It was the voice of a young man, deep with a mild English accent.

Regina heard one of her captors speak, "It's the Queen, boss. We've brought her here like we planned."

The man replied, "I specifically told you that we would not go through with it. Men, we are thieves, not captors! This is not what we are about!" She could tell that he was angry. By the tone, she suspected that he had not agreed to any of this.

"But, boss, how are we supposed to do justice to the people?" She heard the other captor ask.

"By doing what we always do, men! We steal from the rich and we give to poor. We do nothing else! We do not kidnap the kingdom's Queen and demand ransom for her. She's not property." Regina felt two hands touch her arms causing her to suddenly jump. "It's alright, love, I'm not going to hurt you," she heard him say as her helped her to her feet.

"Since when did you care so much about royals, boss?"

"Since when did you care so little to treat a lady in such a manner?" He replied as he removed the sac from her head. Regina suddenly felt the brightness of the sunlight hit her eyes. She winced. As her eyes adjusted, she opened them and trailed her gaze from the ground to the man standing before her. He wore dark brown boots and pants, a brown leather vest over a lighter tan shirt and a set of arrows equipped over his right shoulder. He had dark hair on his head coming down to the light stubble on his jawline. The only things not dark as the forest were his eyes, a bright grey color. They were almost transparent, as if she could look into them closely and see his true thoughts. She stared at his smile as he tried to comfort her and reassure her that he meant no harm. She then stared down at her hands with confusion as he released her bonds.

"What are you doing? She'll run away and tell us off to the King!" The man standing beside her pleaded.

"She won't."

"What makes you say that?"

"Like you said, mate, she's a royal," he smirked as he threw the roped down to the ground, brought his head up and met her dark eyes. "Royals know nothing of their own kingdom. She'd be lost in an instant."

Regina listened to men around her laugh. Her eyes widened with insult as she finally spoke, "Excuse me? Who are you to judge if I know my kingdom or not?"

She crossed her arms over her chest as the man who had been walking away suddenly turned back and laughed. "Well if you know your way back to your lavish palace," he teased, "then you are free to go." He watched as the young woman's arms dropped furiously with no more than a silent glare. "I thought as much," he laughed. "I've dealt with my fair share of royals, milady. You're no different."

"What is that supposed to mean?" She tilted her head quickly becoming irritated with him.

"It means that all you do is sit in your elegantpalace day by day, knowing nothing of the kingdom you rule or its people. All royals simply seek three things," he stepped close to her, trying to intimidate. He watched as she refused to fall for his tease and stared down directly into her eyes. "Wealth, glory and power. And you are just like the rest of them."

"You don't know me," she replied ruthlessly.

"I don't need to, milady." Completely finished with the conversation, Regina scoffed at the bigheaded man as she backed away. Saying nothing she simply turned and began to walk furiously into the forest alone. She heard his voice call out, "Will be seeing you soon, your Majesty. I assure you, you won't go far."

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Within two hours time, he found her sitting on a large rock beside the forest path. Her head was bowed down and her eyes closed. It wasn't until he spoke smugly that she even noticed he was there. "Thought I'd find you around here."

"Leave me alone," Regina replied aggravated in her deep toned voice.

The man sighed at her. "Will you stop with this nonsense and just return to the camp with me?"

"No." She stood up and continued to walk down the path.

It was obvious to him that she had no idea where she was going. She would simply wander the forest all night if it meant that she could get away from him and his irritating cocky personality. He followed close behind her and beckoned, "Why must you be so stubborn?"

"I am not stubborn." She turned around and stared at him sternly.

"Then what would call it? Pigheaded? Conceited? Perhaps incredibly perverse?"

"Ughh…" Regina sighed with exasperation. "You're such an intolerable… man!" She turned around and continued talking.

"The man who so happened to save your life, offered you food, warmth and a place to sleep. I don't think that to be intolerable, milady." He continued to follow.

The young woman laughed, "If I recall, you did nothing of the sort. All I remember is you rudely insulting me because of my status and continuously mocking me in front of your men." She turned to him, her eyes angry and hurt, "Or do you not remember that?"

He stared into her dark eyes at the anger she possessed towards him. But, looking a bit longer, he suddenly saw more to it. She was hurt from the things he had said to her though she wouldn't admit it. He had teased her and made her feel low and embarrassed in front of all of his men. That was why she was refusing to return; she didn't want to seem defeated; she didn't want him to be right. He watched as she turned away from him, her long dark curls flipping over her shoulder and covering the side image of her face.

"I'm sorry, milady," he finally admitted to her. "I scold my men for not treating you with respect and then I am the one who treats you most harshly." She did not look at him, but it was clear in the small features he could see that she was listening carefully. "Please accept my apology…" he waited for her to tell him her name.

"Regina," she replied bringing her gaze back up to his. He seemed sincere in his tone and expression. "Fine," she said simply.

"Then would you accompany me back to the campground, Regina? I assure you it shall only be for the night and tomorrow we shall begin the journey to return you to your palace." He watched her face wince at the idea of returning with him. He continued, "Please. I hate the thought of a lady alone in the forest after dark. We will supply you with food and a bed."

"And what about your men?" She asked concerned and crossing her arms.

"They will not say a single hurtful word to you, milady. The men are rather merry fellows once you get to know them." He smiled as her and raised his brow, "I won't take no for an answer."

"Oh really?" She rolled her eyes at him.

"Yes, the asking you was my being a gentleman. Truthfully, I shall take you hostage for the evening and give you food and shelter whether you like it or not," he held sarcasm in his voice and snarky smirk on his lips as he placed a hand on her back and began leading her in the other direction.

Regina looked up at the man walking beside her on the dirt path towards the campground. She tried to hide the little grin on her face. "What name am I supposed to call my gentlemanly captor by?" She asked intriguingly and with some attitude still.

"You may call him Robin." He glanced down at her as she quickly turned to avoid eye contact, "Robin Hood."

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