Rebecka throws the last bit of straw out the window. Then sits, exhausted, on the floor Rumplestilskin arranges the last of the troll gold.

"I really can't thank you enough," Rebecka tells him. "It's no big deal, troll gold doesn't mean that much to us in the Underground," Rumplestilskin says turning to face her.

"I feel like I owe you though," "Really, it's no big…"

"I insist," Rebecka stands up and looks into his mismatched blue eyes. Rumplestilskin shrugs. "You think of something,"

She nods. "I will," Rumplestilskin puts his belt and sword back on since he took it off while carrying gold.

"What is your name, sir?" Rebecka asks. "Rumplestilskin," he replies.

"My name is Rebecka," She holds out her hand. Rumplestilskin bends down to give it a soft kiss. "My lady,"

"Will you come back?" Rebecka asks. "Probably," He looks out the window at the rising sun. "Time for me to go, farewell Rebecka,"

He waves his hand and a ball appears. He grins as he disappears in a cloud of specks. Rebecka stands in awe as the sparkles settle. She gasps and turns around to the door as it clanks open. Two guards and the King walk in. The King's mouth drops in awe.

"My God!" He turns to the guards. "Go get servants up here to serve this lady," He then turns to Rebecka. "My lady, you will remain in here while servants come and get the gold. A few will serve you whatever you want, they will get,"

Rebecka curtsies. "Thank you, sire,"

He swirls his cape and turns out of the room. All day Rebecka got waited on. They gave her jewelry, gowns, and delicious food. Rebecka was quite bored with it all, and couldn't wait until tonight.

Night fell and Rebecka lit the few lamps they gave her. She was now dressed in a green gown with silver trimming. She sighs and pulls of the ruby ring she had gotten. She gasps in surprise as she hears a pop and clanging of gold. She turns around to see Rumplestilskin standing with an armful of gold at his feet.

"Oops," He says, grinning. Rebecka smiles before bending down to pick up a cup.

"Are you sure this isn't valuable to you?" She asks, inspecting it.

"Rumplestilskin shakes his head. "Nope, the trolls make it out of fools gold," "Then it isn't real?" Rumplestilskin looks at her stricken face. "Yes, it's real to you up here but not in the Underground,"

She frowns worriedly. "I hope so,"

"I know so, now don't get your pretty head in a fix," Rebecka stands up and puts her hands on her hips. "I am not in a fix," Rumplestilskin chuckles.

"Alright, you better get to work getting the straw out of here," Rebecka puts his dark hair up and bends down to grab a bunch of straw. Rumplestilskin frowns at her.

"What?" Rebecka asks. "It's a shame that beautiful dress gets ruined," She looks down at it. "I'll just get another one tomorrow," She shrugs.

Rumplestilskin plays lazily with a crystal ball he conjured up. "Ok…Oh, by the way the dress wouldn't be beautiful if you weren't wearing it,"

Before Rebecka could say anything, he disappears. She stands there, taken aback by the comment. Then she smiles and turns toward the window.

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