LOVE AGAIN
Chapter One
Regina Mills, a very proper looking woman, sat at her large ebony desk with a letter in her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read it over, finally standing up and slamming the letter down angrily. She spun around to face the window and pushed the velvet curtains to the sides forcefully, revealing autumn leaves that settled comfortably on the windowsill. Her office offered a view of the whole of Storybrooke, Maine. Her gaze wandered to the tall trees that surrounded this town.
Hunters? In her woods? Unacceptable. Her son, Henry, often went there. No doubt he would get hurt. At the thought of her son, she looked at the clock on the wall. 3:15. Henry should be waiting for her now. She pulled on her leather boots and covered herself with a black overcoat. She exited the Town Hall and headed towards her black car. Her tall heels clattered on the cobblestone pathway.
" !"
Regina turned to face Sidney Glass, the reporter. "Hello, Sidney," she replied coldly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my son is waiting for me."
"Uh-Right-Y-Yes, of course," he stuttered and took a step back. "But wait, madam Mayor, are you busy tomorrow at eleven?"
"I'm not clear. I'll get back to you on that," she replied halfheartedly. What a strange question…she was about to open the car door when Sidney spoke once more.
"'Cause if you, had time, let me buy you a drink? It is the weekend after all…"
Her grip on the handle tightened and she rolled her eyes. She tugged, and slid into the drivers seat. "Thanks for the offer Sidney. I'll see you tomorrow." She said simply before slamming the door. The engine started and she drove off, leaving a very disappointed looking Sidney staring after her.
AS she pulled up to the school, she noticed that nearly everyone bad a copy of the Storybrooke news. There were people pointing to the paper, talking excitedly. Henry was sitting on the red bench, flipping through his storybook. "Henry," Regina approached her son with a smile. Henry Mills looked up.
"Hey mom," he half smiles as he shoves the book back in his back and hoists it over his shoulder as he stands up. "Did you hear about Robin Hood and his men?"
"Robin Hood?" Regina repeats, confused, as she puts an arm around Henry.
"Yeah, he's the guy who camps in the forest. Remember? The story about the guy who stole from the rich and gave to the poor." He responded, making their way to the car.
"So that's his name," she mutters to herself.
After dropping off Henry at Mary Margaret and David's apartment, she makes her way to the borders of Storybrooke. IT didn't take very long for her to spot some shadows around a campsite. The camp didn't look very appealing, the tents were broken down and rusty and the campers themselves didn't look particularly attractive either.
Regina made her way across the road and into the forest. No once comes into the forest without her approval, she was, of course, the mayor. From the way Henry talked about it, they must be from the enchanted forest as well.
Apparently her heeled boots weren't welcome in the forest, because when her shoes got caught in between some tree roots, she took quite a tumble. She finally landed in a heap at the bottom of a very small hill, a hand was outstretched to her. "M'lady, are you alright?"
"That's Mayor Mills to you," Regina replied, not bothering to look up. Instead she stood up herself, and with a brush of her hand, the dirt on the clothes vanished. "And I'm fine." She straightened herself up before looking at the man before her. "Let me guess, you're one of Robin Hood's men." She glared at him.
The man grinned and shifted his weight. "Actually, I am Robin Hood."