So I had been thinking about writing some Regina POV for You'll Find Her Somewhere In Time and then someone asked for it, so I thought I'd set up a One-shot verse.

If you haven't read YFHSIT it doesn't matter, you'll probably pick up the story, but the complete story, including explanation of how Robin ends up in 1912 is on there and it probably adds a lot of context. :)

Regina first meets Robin. I'm taking requests for any scenes you want to see from Regina's POV. Could include new prompts not seen in YFHSIT.

March 29th 1912

Regina rolled her eyes as Leopold rattled on about something and nothing, she needed to get out of the stuffy concert hall, not only that but she didn't think she'd be able to stand another moment in his presence without going entirely insane.

"I feel as though a walk along the riverside may be in order," Regina stated, tucking an escaped curl behind her ear before reaching for her parasol, she was just about to lift it from the table when Leopold spoke up.

"Let me accompany you my dear."

She stared at him in disdain and sighed, "I would prefer to walk alone for a while if that is alright with you. I seem to require some solitary time to gain my confidence for the performance."

"It would not be wise for you to go alone my…"

"I will be fine," she shook her head, forgetting about the parasol and hurrying towards the door. She needed space away from that man and time to just get herself in order. Once she was out, she headed to the riverside and smiled at the view, she leant on a tree and closed her eyes as she felt the breeze wash across her face. It felt so nice to be alone, even if it was just for a moment.

Regina decided to walk further along the river, her fingers brushing across the bark of one of the trees as her light dress swished around her. It was so peaceful here, it was as though whilst she was there the weight of the world was lifted of her shoulders and she had nothing to worry about, nothing to run from.

"Hello, hello!"

She froze on the spot, not moving and not turning around, she didn't know if the person was talking to her or not so she decided to just pretend to be admiring the view, fighting against the urge to turn and see who the voice belonged to.

"Miss Mills?"

Upon hearing her name, she peered over her shoulder and the breath was knocked out of her lungs all at once. The voice belonged to an extremely handsome man, different than any she had laid eyes on before. He was quite tall with dark blonde hair and the bluest eyes of anyone she had ever made acquaintance with.

There was just something about him that made her feel nervous yet intrigued, she didn't know why exactly, but it could most likely be blamed on the foreign feeling running through her. Something she couldn't put her finger on.

She didn't smile at him, instead she looked on curiously at the way he was staring at her, he looked almost shocked to see her. She'd never had that effect on a man before, most were usually less expressive and hardly recognised her presence. He on the other hand seemed to be very keen on addressing her.

After a while of standing there in silence, he spoke again. "Are you Miss Mills?"

She nodded briefly, his English accent affecting her more than she might want to let on, "yes, I am." She didn't want to say anything more than that, not that she would even know what to say to him. It wasn't often that she spoke to members of the opposite sex, her mother would never stand for it, even if the man were to be a friend to her. Her mother always told her that men had intentions different to what they might make known.

"Who are you?" She asked, feeling somewhat emboldened by the awe-struck expression on his face. She brought her other hand up to play with the pearls that were hanging around her neck, needing something to ground her.

"You don't know me yet, but I hope that you will, Robin Locksley at your service," he extended his hand to take hers.

She looked down at it and smirked, he clearly thought that he was something, but that cheeky smile playing on his face was making her somewhat weak at the knees. "Cocky," she whispered, not meaning to say it out loud before clearing her throat. "You are going to have to try better than that," she quipped, shrugging her shoulders as she walked past him, heading back to the hotel.

"Hey, wait up," he called as he hurried after her, "hey, wait a second."

She carried on walking, she had already talked to him more than she should have, she knew exactly what her mother would say should she find out about this encounter. Regina knew better than to cavort with strangers, especially strange men who seemed somewhat obsessed. Her mother would NOT approve.

"Miss Mills!"

Regina took a deep breath and continued to ignore him as she carried on walking back to the hotel, picking up the pace in attempt to get him off her back. It wasn't so much that he was scaring her, it was more about what she was feeling for him that was scaring her, she didn't know how to feel about it and the best way to deal with it would be to run from it.

"Regina!"

Upon hearing her first name she stopped still and whipped around, she needed to address the matter before Leopold found out about it and had him dealt with, in the same way he dealt with all her potential suitors. "Alright, you listen to me, I do not wish to be followed, nor do I wish to be harassed in this manner."

"Harassed?" His eyes went wide as he looked at her, "I am so sorry, I wasn't aware that I was harassing you."

"Well… following someone who has clearly expressed no interest in getting to know you is harassment, Mr Locksley." His name rolled off her tongue smoothly without her even thinking about it.

"Ah, you see, you mustn't hate me as much as you claim to, you remembered my name." He replied smugly.

"You just told me your name and as far as I am aware sir, my memory has not left me completely. Also, I do not remember giving you permission to use my first name." She felt heat flush her cheeks as she stared at him, trying to keep her composure and not let him know how much he was getting to her, he was certainly something.

"I apologise from the deepest darkest reaches of my soul and beg you to give me a second chance milady." He quipped.

"I wasn't aware I'd given you a first chance," she quipped, beginning to walk away again, if only jut to hide the blush that had taken over her whole face at his apology. When Robin didn't catch up with her again she turned to look over her shoulder and rose a single eyebrow at him. "Are you coming or not?"

He tilted his head as he looked at her before smirking and jogged to catch up with her, "is this your way of telling me that I am allowed a first chance?"

"We'll see," she quipped shyly, pulling her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"Well, you can take it as you please, right now I have someone waiting back at the hotel," she lied, the only person who was back at the hotel was Leopold and she could definitely live with being away from him a bit longer.

"That's swell."

She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at him in confusion, what on earth was he talking about? "Swell? I'm afraid I do not know what you mean by that."

"Oh, of course you don't, it means that's good."

"Oh, I see," she nodded and continued to walk. "I don't think that I have heard that word used in such a context before," she stated as they walked side by side.

"Ah, it's a fairly new thing."

"Alright," she stopped at the porch and looked at him, "I think it's best that we part ways here."

"Really? Why?"

"I have other engagements, you can't expect me to just drop everything for you sir. I am very busy."

"Sorry, yeah, would I be able to see you later?"

"I'm busy later." She wasn't, not at all, but she just didn't want anyone to see them together and get the wrong impression, even though she wanted to spend time with him more than anything.

"Make time," he whispered, finding her gloved hand and taking it in his.

She cast him a stunned look but didn't try to pull her hand away, she simply stood and stared at where his hand was holding hers, she didn't really know what to do. Part of her wanted to force him to unhand her, but the other part of her couldn't bring herself to part from him. She had a funny feeling in her stomach and her hand almost felt as though it were tingling. "I can't make any promises," she murmured, looking up into his eyes, "but I will be in the dining room later on."

"Well, I hope I'll see you then."

"Maybe you will."

"I hope so," he grinned, rubbing his thumb over her hand gently.

She allowed it for a couple of seconds before she realised what was happening and pulled it away, holding in in her own hand, trying to stop it from tingling, "well, as I said, I need to be going now."

"Till tonight then," he bowed to her playfully and she rolled her eyes before disappearing inside.

As soon as he was out of view she hurried to her room and once inside leant against the door. She had no idea what had just happened, but she found herself wanting to find out, she'd never felt anything like that in her life and it both scared and intrigued her. She couldn't help but want to get to know him better, despite what her mother might think of it. Never before had she taken such a risk but now she felt she might just have to. She wasn't going to just let life pass her by any longer, she wanted to get to know Mr Locksley and she was determined to do so.