She stood there with the air of a woman who would rather be set on fire than have to listen to another person complain. She hated the town meetings. It wasn't her town-just one that she had been forced to stay would listen to the problems on DunBroch, they were her people. These people were not her people. They were just people. Without her heart, she couldn't even begin to care about them. With it, she might have found some sympathy. Yet living with without a heart or memories has made her harder, stronger even. Yet she didn't have anything to fight for right now,except for getting back to her brothers.
But they were probably dead, because she had not made the deadline.
She had gotten used to avoiding them. The Charmings, she might have been free from the dark one, but her heart was still in her hands. She blamed the Charmings for it, as it was their daughter, and they would do nothing to take the darkness from her. She refused to wear the clothes of the world here, she wore the blue dress given to her by her mother. She wore the bow given to her by her father on her back at all times. A sword was always at her side. She still didn't have her heart, but she was ready to fight for it. Always.
She was aware that some memories were taken from her by the dark one, but she had no idea what they could be. She had hopes they would be about her saving her brothers, but she had little faith in it. She knew that she probably had failed, and had known that, and had allowed the dark one to take her. She just wished she had not done that. Maybe she was supposed to have fought more, there must have been something that she could have done. There always was something that she could have done. That she knew.
She had taken to living in room fifteen, in a place called Granny's. Surrounding her, was the clothes of the place she was now living in. The place, that she had been forced to live in. Still, she only wore her blue dress, but she at least kept the clothing around her. Wearing it would be admitting defeat, but sometimes you have to admit defeat. Her father taught her that, it was part of being a good queen, accepting defeat. You can't win every battle, but you can fight like hell in each one. She missed her father, for he would have been able to help her then. He would know what to do. But she failed, and he was dead. Probably like her brothers. And soon, so would her mother. All because she had failed countless times.
What a poor, poor girl to have sentenced her family to a fate like this.
There were few things that she had come to enjoy about Storybrooke. She enjoyed a few of the people, the evil queen was pleasant, and the dark one she had heard was nice behind all of this. She found the pirate tolerable, but he was busy right now freeing the dark one from her darkness. She assumes she might like her then, but she might now, because she had ripped her heart out of her chest. She liked the routes she had found to run. Her favorite would go around the entire town, and took her a few hours at the most. She never wore clothing of the place here, but she had to admit she liked it. She had learned to straighten her hair, which took hours, but the results were nice. She enjoyed it a little, but she would always love her curly hair. She enjoyed the new makeup here, as she had liked the few items in her home, but these were better.
She could have had a life here, if she wasn't so unhappy.
She had taken to running nearly every day, purely to fill the time. The dark one hadn't called upon her heart in a while now, so she had lots of free time. She had been told that the first thing they would do was get her heart back, but she still was yet to have a heart. It had been two wanted it back, but nobody was showing a sense of urgency. So she bided her time, hoping that one day she would get a heart back. She would soon, she was sure. As she was giving them two more days before she took matters into her own hands. She had practiced shooting for this.
Practiced fighting for this, gotten into better shape, hoping she would get a heart. She was ready to live without one though, to adapt to this world without holding an ounce of control of humanity. She didn't need to remember what had happened in her home, she could figure it out herself and live here. She had a plan, which was more than the Charmings had. She was ready and they were not. That was the only difference between them. Besides that, she knew she liked them. The prince David was funny enough, although the princess Mary Margaret could be a bit of a bore. She had heard that she was stronger once, and hoped to see her that way again.
It had been a week, and Merida was beginning to give up. She had worn jeans for the first time. She liked them, easy to move in. Then, she straightened her hair three days in a row. She looked different. She started wearing more of the makeup. Took to assisting the mayor. She built herself what could have been a life her if it needed to be. It wasn't giving up, it was adapting. Or at least what she told herself.
She had begun to realize she didn't need a didn't need to love anymore. But that was when the Prince Charming knocked on her door and held hers in his hand.
