"Gilbert Beilschmidt, your presence has been requested by the Queen." A commanding voice broke through the currently drunk haze that was a certain huntsman's mind. The white haired head lifted and bronze-red eyes glared up at the speaker, the Queen's brother. Amused dark blue eyes met his gaze and the albino scowled.

"Go the fuck away. Verdammt, can't you see I'm havin' a fucking drink?!" he commented.

"I can see that you have had several, Gilbert Beilschmidt but you know as well as I do that my sister is not a patient woman. Now, will you come quietly or will force be necessary?" Aleksandr Arlovskaya spoke calmly his expression rather neutral aside from the amusement shining in his eyes. Gilbert shot him a glare.

"I ain't going fucking anywhere, least of all with you." Gilbert snapped turning back to the frothing beer the barkeep had just sat in front of him.

"You may finish your drink, than you will be coming with us." Aleksandr spoke his tone leaving no room for arguing. Gilbert ignored him, taking a huge swig before setting it down with a sharp smack. Then he turned to Aleksandr an annoyed expression on his face.

"I said, I ain't going fucking anywhere." He growled. The pale man just smirked, an amused glint in his eyes. Gilbert huffed and went back to his beer. A few minutes later he'd finished it and no sooner had he than a pair of guards grabbed his arms and started hauling him out of the tavern. "Oi, let go of me Dummkopf!" Gilbert exclaimed struggling against their hold. However his drunken struggles were no use against trained soldiers. They drug the struggling huntsman out of the tavern and to a carriage.

"Get in, Beilschmidt. My sister does not like to be kept waiting." Aleksandr commented, his expression no longer amused. Gilbert glared but got into the carriage, realizing it would be useless to fight the inevitable. Plus he was secretly curious as to why the queen needed to see him, a drunken, widowed huntsman. The ride to the castle was short and quiet, which might have unnerved him if he didn't have alcohol running through his system. He was led inside and to a side room. He started to get tense when Aleksandr shoved a bucket of water at him. "Clean up, then I'll take you to see her majesty." He spoke before leaving. Gilbert washed off his face, glad for the moment to try and gather his wits or as much as he could gather them. He poked his head out of the room when he was done and the two guards that had drug him out of the tavern quickly went over to him.

"This way." The taller one spoke as they moved to grab his arms. Gilbert jerked away from them, scowling.

"Verdammt I can walk just fine on my own, Dummkopf!" He snapped. The two guards rolled their eyes and one turned, heading down the hall. The other motioned for Gilbert to follow the first and they did, their little train heading for the throne room. The two guards shifted to be on either side of him as they entered the room but Gilbert's focus was on the woman sitting on the throne. She was a pale beauty but as cold and unforgiving as ice. That was Queen Natalya Arlovskaya. The guards bowed but Gilbert remained standing, looking her straight in the eye. The barest flickers of surprise flashed in those blue orbs before a slight smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"So, this is the famous Gilbert Beilschmidt, huntsman extraordinaire?" she spoke, her voice containing a rich accent. He nodded once.

"Ja, that's my name the last time I checked." He replied more than a bit of a bite to his tone. One of the guards rapped him sharply across the back but Natalya simply raised a hand.

"He is entitled to his opinions." She commented and added, "Do you know why I have summoned you, huntsman?" she tilted her head slightly, her expression having returned to neutral. Gilbert snorted softly.

"No, your charming bruder failed to mention that, I'm afraid." He answered.

"One of my prisoners has escaped-"

"Why do you need my help rounding them up?"

"Because they escaped into the dark forest and I'm told you're the best one to find them." Natalya answered and Gilbert could tell she was becoming a bit annoyed with him. Gilbert's expression went flat, his frame going rigid.

"No."

"No?"

"If they're in the dark forest they're dead anyway."

"You will be richly rewarded for finding her-"

"She is surely dead." Gilbert commented and Natalya glared at him. Irritation was clear on her face as her hands gripped the arms of the throne tighter.

"You will do this for me huntsman." She spoke, her tone level and dangerous. Gilbert smirked folding his arms across his chest.

"And if I don't?" he was suddenly surrounded by guards who all had their glaives pointed at him. His smirk just deepened as he spread his arms, as if daring them too. "Fucking go right ahead and do it. I don't fucking care." He hissed. Natalya smirked.

"So, you wish to join your wife?" she mused then grinned. "You loved her." Gilbert glared at her, hands curling into fists.

"Don't fucking talk about Anneliese." He snarled, eyes flashing. Natalya chuckled.

"If you bring back the girl, I will bring back your beloved Anneliese." She commented. Gilbert blinked, surprise flashing across his face for a moment before his eyes narrowed again.

"You can't bring people back from the dead, Dummkopf."

"Bring me the girl and I will." Natalya spoke and Gilbert frowned, seeming to consider it. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine." He muttered but all he could think was that this was a bad idea that was going to come back to bite him in the ass. Natalya smiled and nodded.

"Very good. Aleksandr and a few men will accompany you." She informed him and Gilbert nodded. They were dismissed and the two guards led Gilbert to the front gate where a group of six soldiers were waiting, holding two spare horses. Aleksandr approached as they arrived and motioned toward the dark brown gelding that was one of the spare mounts.

"There's your mount. Get on, we're wasting daylight." He spoke brusquely. Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"I thought I was the expert on the dark forest, Dummkopf, keseseses."

"You might be but we are not there yet. Do not forget your place huntsman." Aleksandr replied scowling and Gilbert just grinned as he got on his mount. He could already tell this was going to be either a very fun adventure or a very taxing one, probably both. The odd thing?

He was looking forward to it.

So I watched 'Snow White and the Huntsman' and got punched in the gut with Pru/FemSpain feels and well this is what came of that. It is only going to be loosely based on the movie and will probably contain lots of quotes (Cause I can't resist putting in some quotes cause some of them are good, man). I do not claim anything but the story I am writing. Enjoy and review please!