The Lake

by TogetherSomewhere

This is a story about a Queen that has fled from her fresh marriage, and a lovely blonde woman helping her conquer what is to come next in the turbulence of life. This will be unfair, it will be maddening, it will be fluffy and sweet and everything in between as I take you to where my mind leads the two ladies. (SQ)

I Am trying out this new story I am working on. Yes, yes I know I have far too many stories going on, but I am almost free from school and I really feel like writing. I will only continue this is this has enough interest, since I already have so many stories going. So please tell me if I should continue or not. This will turn into an SQ story if I do go on with it. For now, this little piece is the introduction to the story.

Hope you like it enough for me to continue!

X muriel

The Lake

Prologue

Mist rose from the eerily quiet lake. Only stones breaking the smooth surface of the water as twilight settled in. Birds and other animals that inhabited this forest could be hears from a distance as a someone stepped out of the trees.

Her feet were bleeding, battered from the running. The heels that she had worn the moment she ran, had been long since forgotten. Her ice blue dress, its colour lost to the mud and water that had tainted it when a heavy storm had come over the large forest hours ago. Her hair once in perfect curls almost the colour of the midnight sky, now drenched and still not dry. Her hair never gave her the small pleasure of drying quickly. She had always thought of it as a nightmare.

The tears that had marred her young face had been washed away by the storm, her trembling form that hadn't stopped running until she physically couldn't anymore, was now in desperate need of sustenance. Something to give her a new burst of energy that would give her the power to go through with this.

The Queen had fled the castle when dawn had settled on her wedding night. She had been running all day. Her feet were bleeding. Battered from the running. Her ice blue dress was ruined, its colour lost. Her hair a drenched mess. Tear stains, or the remnants of it, on her cheeks, the rest washed away by the storm. She was trembling.

Regina ran her mind through all that information again and again, over and over to convince herself that this wasn't a dream of her getting away, but that she had actually done it. Her stomach roared for food, but the slight giddy feeling of being free. Of having been a caged bird since birth that had just been passed over from owner to owner for her pretty feathers, now she was free. Flying towards her freedom and a life of her own.